Page 65 of His Good Girl
“Yes, angel.”
“Are you going to come?”
“Soon. I want to hear you come first. Good girls always come first.”
“Fuck, Logan.” I rub harder, increasing the pressure and speed of my fingers gliding over my clit. I’m so wet. I’ve never felt my pussy so wet before. I mean, I probably have been during sex, but I’ve never felt my own cum in this quantity before. “Logan!”
My blood rushes straight to my clit, and it pulsates under my fingers, my legs shaking, my stomach muscles convulsing at the intensity of such a climax.
“Fuck, angel. Fuck. Yes. Yes. I wish I was there. I wish it were me touching you. Fuck. No man will ever touch you again, angel. Only me. Only me.” His breathing is heavy and rasping.
“Only you, Logan.”
“Uhn…” He grunts loudly. “Fuck, I’m coming, Serena. I’m coming all over myself thinking of you riding your own hand.”
My muffled moan of desire as I cup my hand between my legs and curl up, cherishing the last of my dying climax; I nearly tell him I love him. The words are on my lips, but I stop myself just in time. I won’t say them unless he says them first. Everything about this relationship will be guided by him. Anything he wants me to do, I will do. He is my obsession, and if I had any doubts about being with him, they have been washed away with this one phone call.
“Perfect, angel. You’re so perfect.”
“So are you, Logan. Perfect for me.”
Chapter35
Logan
Deciding to go into the office on Thursday morning, regardless of my face, which looks like a unicorn shat a rainbow all over it. I’m climbing the walls sitting around here, and Rose, God love her, is driving me up the wall with all her coddling. If I thought a few weeks ago that I wanted her here full-time, I’ve changed my mind. She can come and go and give me my fucking space back.
Grimacing as I feel like a dick for thinking that, I know it’s only because I’d rather it was Serena taking care of my every whim, especially the whim of my hard cock, which, if I thought was excessive before, is now getting to the point where I have to jerk off twice a day. It’s just not the same as sinking into a hot, wet pussy, even gloved up, it’s a feeling I miss. But now that my dick has gotten soaked by Serena, I will never want or need another pussy again. She has captured every part of me. My heart, my mind, my body, my soul, and my cock. They all belong to her.
Striding past the reception desk, which houses a fierce-looking security guy and not Rue, I take a moment to be grateful that Serena has her. She will protect her when I can’t.
Allison comes hurrying over, her face stern when she looks at my face. “You should be at home.”
“I’m going crazy. And I don’t look that bad.”
“That’s up for debate. I told everyone you were in a car crash.”
“Fair enough.”
“Uhm…”
Stalking past her, I stop dead when I see a blonde braid attached to a woman sitting at Serena’s desk, and my heart leaps in my chest.
“Logan,” Allison says quickly, scurrying up to the woman. “This is Katrina.”
When I realize it isn’t Serena, the only word I can think of for my reaction is ‘balk,’ but that doesn’t even cover what I do with that information.
“Excuse me?” I spit out, giving a scathing glare over thegirlwho has risen and turned to look at me with a bright smile.
If I didn’t know better, I would say they were sisters, but with Serena being the older and far more attractive one. She has the same long blonde hair, all neat and braided. A cleavage that is showing more than it should. A bright smile, green eyes that are wide and guileless, and her name…
“Fucking dick!” I spit out and storm past her and Allison to kick my office door with such force that it breaks the lock and bounces off the wall before nearly smacking me in the face as I barge through the opening. “That’s it. That’s fucking it.”
Sitting down, I hold my hand up to Allison as she bustles in, flustered by my response to the half-assed clone, she is lost for words, which is a first. I’ve never seen her so out of her depth before.
“What is going on with you?” she asks after a few moments, getting her poise back. “You are making a scene.”
“Am I?” I grit out. “Who gives a fuck? Get that girl out of my sight.”
