Chapter 12
Emma
I stare at him, my heart beating so fast, my pulse roars in my ears. He is Logan, and yet not. His eyes are the same, glittering and blue, though in the darkness of my bedroom, they seem almost black. He’s dressed in black, too, even his palms gloved, and the only lighter parts are his hair, the upper half of his face, and his enormous cock still glistening with my saliva.
My breath hitches. He’s big. And I am so wet, so starved for him, I know I can take it, but Logan isn’t in a hurry to fill me.
“I’m sorry, darling. I’ll get you a new one in a nicer color.”
Before I fully understand what he’s saying, he tears my top in half with one violent pull. My breasts spring free, and he covers one with his palm, the touch of cool leather making me yelp.
“Such a nice sound. That’s allowed, too,” he says, kneading my breast with a soft grunt. “Fuck, baby. I adore your body. You’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”
My legs jerk when he pinches my nipple, sending a current of arousal straight to my clit. He keeps playing, his eyes tight with concentration. When it becomes too much, I try to pull away from his touch, but I am so expertly bound, it’s impossible. There’s no escape.
“That’s a no then, is it?” he muses, giving that nipple one last caress.
Then he starts on the other. My eyes slam shut, and I groan helplessly as he works me into overstimulation, his other gloved hand caressing my stomach and mound.
“This is so pretty. Fuck, baby. You have no idea. I’m dying to be inside you.”
I open my eyes and mouth, ready to tell him that yes, please, he can, but he gives me a stern look, and I sigh instead of speaking. He’s right. It’s his time to talk, and if that’s what he needs, I’ll shut the fuck up and let him do as he pleases.
Because everything he does pleases me, too.
“You’re so good, my beautiful pet. So silent for me. Letting me do what I want with this gorgeous body. You want to be my toy? Is that it?”
I moan, nodding. God, I want to tell him yes, and the questions are killing me. I wonder if it’s possible to come from dirty talk alone, because fuck me, but I’m almost there.
As if reading my mind, he opens my legs wide and kneels between them, staring at my bare, open pussy. His breath hitches and comes faster, the hands resting on my thighs beginning to tremble.
“This is all mine,” he says in a low growl, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. “Only I get to have this. Understand?”
He looks up, his eyes demanding and dark, and I nod frantically. Of course, it’s his. He hasn’t even put it in yet and it’s already the best sex I’ve ever had. I can’t imagine wanting anyone else, ever.
“Good.”
He lines his cock at my entrance. I’m on the pill, which is perfect, because I want him like this, raw and naked, skin to skin.
“You wanted hard and fast. I’m going to give you just the tip, darling.”
But he doesn’t, not at once. The blunt head presses to my labia, and I shiver when wetness meets wetness. He releases a shaky breath and hunches over me, pressing his forehead to mine. We stay like this, barely touching, his body a mountain of a man above me. I’m bound and spread open, at his mercy.
After a tense moment of anticipation, he nudges himself inside me. The wide head pushes past my lower lips, and I whine, my hips bucking to take more of him. He grabs my hip to hold me in place.
“Fuck. Baby. Fuck. ”
I moan in agreement. The way he stretches me is insane, and I crave more of him. I just know he’ll stuff me so full when he finally bottoms out, and it might hurt, but I don’t care . Logan shivers, his breath shaky and shallow.
“Such a horny girl, so wet for me,” he bites out, his hips flexing to give me another inch. I welcome it with a moan, and he pulls back, teasing me. “So wet and good. Why do you feel so good? Fuck. Gorgeous.”
His breathing is harsh and ragged, and he looks down between us, fucking me with just the tip. I try to raise myself to see, too, but he puts his hand on my chest.
“Stay, pet. This is for me. You wanted this, remember? For me to take you like I want. Well, I want you to lie there, so pretty and perfect and silent, and take what I give you. Can you do that?”
We both groan when my pussy clenches around him. His eyes crease with a smile.
“I’ll take that as a yes.”
He pulls out completely, and I can’t hold back a frustrated sigh. He strokes my cheek and moves up my body, nudging my lips with the tip of his cock.
“Open. Taste us together, baby.”
I welcome his hot, hard length in my mouth, and he thrusts a few times before pulling out. His breath catching, he shoves his mask up his face, just enough to uncover his mouth. He kisses me hungrily, tasting me and himself on my tongue.
I strain against the ties, arching helplessly into him as he ravishes my mouth with blood-pounding lust. It’s a short kiss, intense and dizzying, and when he’s done, my lips wet and swollen, he enters me again with a low, masculine moan.
His mask is back on his face, and he slides in, deeper and deeper. I shake, my pussy so wet, and yet resisting. He stops when I yelp, something deep inside me flaring with a faint ache.
“And you said you wanted it hard?” he asks with a low laugh. “Baby, you can’t even handle all of it. But you will. Breathe, darling. I’ve got you.”
I gulp a deep, shuddering breath. He thrusts shallowly. As I try my best to deepen my breathing and relax, he takes off a glove and buries his trembling fingers in my hair.
“See? So good. You’re the sweetest pet I could have ever wanted. See how nice it is? Just let go. Just relax, and I’ll give you another inch. You want it, don’t you? You want me inside you, as deep as I can go. You want me to come in your pretty little pussy. Right, pet? Show me.”
The sound I release is something between a sob and a moan. It’s incredible, but I feel that—as if my body decides to obey his words directly, bypassing my brain. Tension releases, and I can suddenly breathe more deeply, my pelvis heating up with so much more energy and ease. I can suddenly feel more: how he flexes inside me, how deep he goes, how he caresses me from the inside with each leisurely thrust.
“That’s it,” he groans, angling my leg to the side to open me wider. “Oh, how good you are. Here, baby. Have one more inch.”
He pushes deeper, and I shout with how full, how ecstatic it feels. I shake all over, my body alight with sensation, and I feel him everywhere. His ragged breath is like a physical touch, stroking directly over my synapses. Every thrust of his cock is like a burst of light deep in my brain.
“Fuck, yes. Like this. Oh, darling. You’re so hot and soft. Such a sweet pussy, made just for me. You just need to make a bit more room. Relax a little more. So generous. So welcoming. I want to come deep inside you, deeper than anyone. Breathe, darling. Breathe for me.”
I inhale, and he drives home, our bodies pressing together. The air whooshes out of me, because suddenly, there isn’t enough space for all that air and him. Something has to go, and I’d rather not breathe than have him pull out.
“There. Right. Fucking. There.”
His voice is tight and raw, and he’s shaking, buried all the way inside me. I gasp in shallow breaths, pulsing and clenching. He’s right in one thing. When he comes, it will be deeper than anyone before him.
“Fuck. I’m gonna marry you.”
He pulls back with a moan and drives deep, fucking me with long, even thrusts that strum up my spine like shockwaves of bliss. My mouth is wide open, gasping for air as I teeter on the edge of a precipice.
“So fucking sweet. Grip me tight, love. That’s it. Perfect. That’s my beautiful girl.”
That’s when I come. The orgasm starts slow, building and building in my pelvis, until it rocks up my spine and into my brain, euphoria drowning out the world until nothing exists but me and the man moaning my name.
It lasts forever. He groans deeply when I squeeze him tight and speeds up, pounding into me with heavy, jarring thrusts until the bed shakes. I don’t know if my orgasm lasts so long or maybe another one starts. I’ve never come like this—like the pleasure breaks through and floods my entire body.
I howl with my last breath and arch, glorious bliss taking me whole.
“That’s it. Fuck! So good.”
I hang on for dear life as he fucks me into the headboard, completely out of control. The sounds he makes are primitive and loud, grunts and groans of pleasure, until he drives himself in to the hilt and stops, shaking on top of me.
His eyes are wide open, and he looks at my face while he comes, like the sight of me is as important to him as being inside me.
When it’s over, he exhales shakily and reaches for his belt, producing a knife. I don’t even flinch when he cuts my hands loose, pressing me close. He’s still inside me, twitching with aftershocks, as he cradles me to himself.
“You were so good. So sweet for me. You let me do everything.”
I burrow into him, my head tucked under his chin. He’s still fully clothed, and my sensitive skin pebbles with gooseflesh at the intimate feel of his clothes. He takes a deep breath, nuzzling the top of my head, and pulls me even closer. Like he can’t stand the thought of letting me go.
We lie in silence until our breathing slows, my pounding pulse finally calming. I smile into his shirt, my fingers tracing patterns on his back.
“Emma,” he says after a while, his voice quiet. “Are you okay?”
I swallow and clear my throat. Even though I said almost nothing, my voice feels as scratchy as after a concert.
“Yeah. I’m perfect.”
He’s silent for a while, stroking my hair. His cock twitches inside me again, and I realize he’s still hard.
“So I don’t have to apologize.”
I laugh in surprise. “What? No! It was amazing.”
He pulls back, just enough to see my face. Our bodies are still connected, his hand resting heavily on my buttock and holding me to him.
“Good. Then I’ll fuck you again. Tonight, tomorrow morning, and every day after that until we’re both old and I can’t get it up. Yeah?”
I burst into the happiest, bubbliest laughter in my life.
“Sounds perfect.”