Chapter 23 - Rosalie #2
“Not yet, baby,” he growls, pinching that little bundle of nerves again.
I can’t see his face from this angle, but I’m positive there’s a wicked gleam in his eyes right now.
Stupidly sexy, sadistic bastard.
He chuckles again, telling me those were not inside thoughts as I’d intended.
Oops.
Logan picks up right where he left off, bringing me to the edge once again, but then denying my body the orgasm it’s earned once again.
“Dammit!” I shout. “Quit torturing me!”
“I said, not yet,” he repeats, right before spanking me again. “The next time you come, your tight cunt will be wrapped around my cock.”
My butt cheek warms from the smack, but when his lips press against the ache, followed by the gentle massage of his hand, I’m moaning and mumbling incoherently. He’s reduced me to rubble, and I can’t find a single fuck to give in protest.
After one more round of fingering-rimming-spanking-soothing-driving-me-crazy, Logan shifts behind me, grabbing onto my hips.
And then…with one deep, possessive thrust, he’s buried inside me, dragging a sharp cry from my lips as pleasure splinters through me.
My body trembles, already begging for more.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good this feels,” he murmurs.
You and me both, bucko.
He starts out slow, giving me a moment to adjust to the stretch.
As we find our rhythm, Logan circles each one of my wrists, binding them behind my back for leverage.
His thrusts become harder and more demanding, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body.
In record time, I’m on the precipice, begging him not to stop this time.
Okay, maybe I throw in a few threats, too.
“So close,” I whine.
With one more spank, he says, “Now you can let go. Squeeze me with everything you’ve got, Rosie.”
A strangled cry rips from my throat as the orgasm crashes over me, pulling me under like a tidal wave.
Pleasure blinds me, my head swimming in a hazy, euphoric fog.
My walls clamp down around Logan’s cock, and with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into me one last time, shuddering through his own release.
I collapse as he withdraws from my body, folding my arms beneath my chin. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I ask, “Tell me the truth. How red is my ass right now?”
Logan releases a bark of laughter, rubbing said ass. “Perfectly rosy.”
I groan. “You’re so freaking cheesy.”
I squirm when his index finger prods my entrance. “And you’re so fucking sexy with my handprints on your ass and my cum dripping out of you.”
I smile softly, turning my head to meet his gaze. “And apparently, you’re a caveman, too.”
“It’s a recent development.” He gives me a crooked smile as his eyes fall to the spot where his finger pushes that cum back inside of me. “And it’s one hundred percent your fault.”
I laugh, cringing as I feel a big glob drip out. Not missing a beat, Logan catches it, stuffing it back inside.
“You ready for round two?” Logan rubs my sore butt some more, placing soft kisses over the particularly tender spots. Pulling my hips back and my cheeks apart, his mouth descends, licking circles over the tight hole.
I moan so loudly, I’m positive my neighbors on all sides can hear. Shit, why does having your ass eaten feel so awesome?
“Plug me, baby.” I give my butt a little shake for emphasis.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as his breath ghosts over my sensitive skin. “And trust me, Pip. You’re going to fucking love this.”
With a sly grin, he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, spreading it over his index finger with a wink. I damn near purr when he spreads it around the tight ring of muscle, before slowly pushing inside. He adds a second finger, and the slight burn makes me tense up.
“Breathe, baby,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”
My muscles loosen as I allow him the space to work his fingers in and out. Once I’m moaning, and Logan’s satisfied I’m ready, he removes his fingers and reaches for the intimidating plug. He lubes it up before positioning it against my back door.
“Relax, Rosie.” His voice is steadfast and calm as he presses the tip of the steel toy against me. “I promise I’m going to make this feel so fucking good.”
“I know you will,” I whimper, my heart racing with trepidation and excitement.
I truly have no doubt Logan will ensure this is a pleasurable experience, but my brain can’t seem to wrap itself around how that supersized plug is supposed to fit in my ass.
Logan’s dick is bigger than the plug, Rosa.
Damn you, inner self! Not helping.
Logan reaches under with his free hand and slowly spreads my wetness around, circling my clit. As the tension in my limbs ease, he pushes the plug gently into my ass, inch by inch, until I feel the jeweled end sitting between my cheeks.
“Good girl,” he coos. “It’s in.”
I gasp as the plug bottoms out, trying to adjust to the fullness, but it’s not uncomfortable like I’d expected. Once Logan’s satisfied the plug’s in place properly, he starts raining kisses all over my backside, crawling up my spine.
He lines up behind me again, his cock pressed firmly against my core, thick and ready. “This is going to be a tight fit, so don’t forget to breathe, okay?”
God bless this man’s rapid refractory period.
“Okay,” I agree, focusing on my breaths as he pushes in.
“Christ,” Logan sputters. “So fucking tight. You doing okay, baby?”
I nod the best I can in this position. “Yeah.”
As Logan’s dick slides into me, I can feel it rubbing against the thin barrier between him and the plug. This isn’t the first time I’ve worn a butt plug during sex, but it’s like apples and oranges with the supersized version.
Or maybe more like apples and watermelons?
We groan simultaneously once he’s fully seated.
“Fuck,” Logan mutters. “I need a minute, or I’m going to blow faster than Teenage Me did watching porn for the first time.”
I giggle, making us both curse as the motion makes me clench, intensifying the fullness.
“Man, now I know how a double-stuffed Oreo feels,” I pant.
We both laugh at that one, causing more clenching, and more swear words.
Logan glides back and forth a few times, testing it out, a subtle tugging at the base of the plug with each thrust.
“I’m so full,” I pant.
Logan groans as he bottoms out again. “Good full, or bad full?”
“Good” I assure him. “Definitely good.”
My nerve endings are lit up, every sensation amplified.
I can feel the drag of his thick cock as he slides in and out, the flared head as he nearly pulls out entirely.
My walls are hugging him so tightly, I’m not sure how he can move a single centimeter, but it feels fucking amazing so I’m not going to question it.
We’re a series of moans and grunts and bodies slapping as he picks up the pace, working up to an unyielding rhythm.
The pleasure is almost unbearable, but there’s no way in hell I’m tapping out.
“I think I’m going come again.” I fist the bedding, a garbled keening noise falling from my lips.
“Yeah, you are,” Logan growls, thrusts becoming even more urgent. “And the moment you do, I’m taking your ass. I can’t hold off much longer, Rosie.”
“Oh god, it’s so good,” I whimper.
“I know, baby.” Thrust. “And it’s about to feel even better.” Thrust.
I don’t know if that’s possible, I almost say, but then the most earth-shattering orgasm known to man hits, and I’m a believer. I cry out his name, blissful tears rolling down my face.
Logan’s breath quickens as he fights to maintain control while I’m clenching around him.
As I reach the peak, my entire body locks up, pleasure detonating through me like a live wire.
He groans, his hands gripping my ass, keeping me pinned in place as he fucks me through it, making sure I feel every last aftershock.
My limbs shake, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
Logan leans in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along my spine, his breath hot against my damp skin.
His cock is still nestled between my thighs, thick and pulsing, the weight of it a heavy promise.
As I begin to catch my breath, I feel his fingers glide lower, followed by a gentle tug.
A low moan escapes me as he slowly eases the plug out, the sensation sparking delicious tremors down my spine.
Then, his fingers tighten on my hips, and suddenly, I’m weightless, flipped onto my back, spread out beneath him, my legs parted wide as he moves over me.
My head spins as he presses my knees up toward my chest, completely baring me to him.
His cock drags against my over-sensitized core, the slick head teasing.
I don’t know when he managed to grab the bottle, but I startle as a ribbon of cold lube drips over my center.
My gaze shifts to Logan, and I watch intently as he works the lubricant over his shaft.
His cock is thick and powerful, glistening under the dim light with every stroke, accentuating its impressive length.
The slick sound of Logan coating his shaft echoes throughout the room, building the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Relax, Rosie.” Logan rubs my thighs soothingly as the flared head slips inside of me. “I can’t get in if you don’t breathe, baby.”
He slowly massages my quads, my hamstrings, and then my calves until I’m practically melting into a puddle before him. I take a deep breath, releasing it as he sinks in deeper.
As Logan stretches and fills me, I feel like I’m floating through a dream, suspended in a world where the only thing that exists is him.
The euphoria consumes me, wrapping around every nerve ending like a fever I never want to break.
His fingers never stop moving, circling my sensitive nub with expert precision, ratcheting up my pleasure until I’m trembling beneath him, breathless and undone.
The air is coated with the scent of us—Logan’s warm spice and cedar cologne mixed with the heady aroma of sweat, musk, and our combined arousal.
My skin is dewy, slick against his, as our bodies move in perfect sync.
I blink up at him, dazed, captivated by the raw hunger etched across his face.
His golden skin is flushed, dark blond hair hanging in messy strands over his forehead, damp with exertion, his jaw clenched as he fights for control.
But his hazel eyes are what truly steal my breath.
Lust-darkened, molten with need, locked onto mine like he’s watching the most mesmerizing thing he’s ever seen.
“Fuck, Rosie, your ass is taking me so well,” he groans, his voice rough, almost desperate. “You’re going to make me come so fucking hard. I need you to get there one more time, baby. Are you ready?”
I can’t even form words at this point, my whole body taut with need, every nerve alight with pleasure. I nod frantically, clinging to his arms, my nails sinking into the firm, inked muscle of his biceps. “Yes! Please!”
As his thrusts grow more urgent, a familiar heat coils deep inside me, winding tighter with every movement. His words, his touch…everything about him is unraveling me. My breath hitches, a desperate sound tearing from my throat as another orgasm surges forward, teetering on the edge of release.
Logan thrusts deeper, his rhythm faltering as his breath turns ragged, the strain of restraint evident in every movement. My body clenches around him, trembling violently as wave after wave of pleasure crashes through me, stealing every coherent thought.
“This sweet ass is mine, Rosie. I’m gonna fill you up so fucking good. Fuck.”
He lets out a guttural moan, his grip tightening as he drives into me one last time.
A shudder racks his body as he spills deep inside me, my name slipping from his lips in a low, breathless moan.
He falls forward, hands fisted to the sides as he slowly withdraws from my ass.
Logan flops to the side and pulls me into his warm embrace.
My heart rate slowly returns to normal as I gasp for air, completely spent.
“You okay?” he asks.
I smile softly. “More than okay.”
He squeezes me tighter. “You’re fucking exquisite, Rosie. You never cease to amaze me.”
Heat lingers beneath my skin, the aftereffects of our passion still humming through my body.
I feel completely cherished, utterly destroyed, and so perfectly taken care of all at once.
A soft sigh escapes me as I press my face against his chest, inhaling the warm, familiar scent of him.
I tilt my head slightly, brushing a slow, lingering kiss along his breastbone, right over the steady thrum of his heartbeat.
“Right back atcha, Edwards.”
After a much-needed shower—where Logan took his sweet time washing every inch of me with those strong, capable hands—we brushed our teeth side by side, exchanging dopey smiles in the mirror.
Fresh sheets replaced the ones we thoroughly ruined, the scent of lavender detergent mixing with the lingering scent of body wash as we collapsed back into bed.
Wrapped up in each other, I drag my fingertips over his tattoos, tracing the designs just to feel him under my touch. The warmth of his skin steadies me, a calm tether to the chaos in my mind. My breath slows, my body melting into his, contentment wrapping around me like a cocoon.
Just as sleep begins to pull me under, Logan’s voice rumbles low against my temple.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, Pip.”
A sleepy smile tugs at my lips as my mind drifts back to my reply from earlier.
Right back atcha, Edwards.