Chapter 12 #2
“Of course,” I say, snickering softly, because he is not the first person to compliment my backside. Granted, he is the first man, but somehow his appreciation matters more than anyone else’s, and if that’s the only reason he’s here, I'll take it.
He drizzles lube on my sensitive hole, and then his cock is right back where I want it, pressing gently and teasing my opening.
I pull him even closer with my legs, and he runs his hand up my thigh with a happy murmur. Unlike last time, I get to watch his face. He’s so handsome, but the flush on his cheeks makes him even more delicious, like he’s losing some of that cool and control because of me.
“Can’t wait to feel your tight little hole clench around me,” Logan whispers breathlessly.
I rub my hands up and down his chest, breathing hard as my body prepares for him. I want to give him anything he wants, hoping that maybe he will still think of me a year from now, but as my hole relaxes enough to let him in, I can’t think of anything but his hard dick inside me.
I stiffen as my muscles clench around his shaft, sending pain all the way down my legs, but I already know it’s gonna pass, so I take deep breaths and stare up into his eyes.
He meets my gaze but doesn’t say anything as he rocks his hips, pushing his cock deeper.
His next kiss is slower, more sensuous, in line with his languid movements.
Logan’s expression when he’s aroused will be a sweet secret memory for me to enjoy.
His thick dick spears me mercilessly, but I don’t let go, only pressing my nails into his back.
As the discomfort subsides, I can finally relax, focusing on the way he fills me and how deep he goes.
My lips stretch into a smile when his shaft rubs against something that made me so crazy during that first fuck.
The sensation is somewhere on the edge between pleasure and pain, and I embrace it with open arms, squeezing my pecs through my shirt.
I bite my lip when his pubes tickle my buttocks, but Logan is not done yet and pushes my knees to my chest.
I’m confused why he wants me to lose my breath like this, but in this new position, his dick can reach even farther, and I give a soft gasp when it pushes against a barrier deep inside. The discomfort is back, but it soon subsides, leaving me in heaven.
“Fuck...”
“I did promise a rodeo,” he says with a cocky smile on his flushed face and, there’s no other way to describe it, he starts pounding into me with a vengeance. His hands are holding me down so hard they might leave bruises on my legs, and the desk rattles under me with every hard thrust he makes.
I’m mindless jelly with a heart beating all too fast, and I squeeze my fingers on his meaty shoulders.
It feels so good despite the thrusts being almost too rough at times.
All I can think of is that he’s fucking me.
This ultimate stud with a beautiful cock and eyes like steel lusts for me, and I am giving in.
This is all I need to be—his pliant plaything—and in an ideal world I’d let him throw me over his shoulder and carry me off to the back of his horse.
We’d ride off into the sunset and fuck again once we set up camp for the night.
I can hardly breathe as he rests his weight on my folded body, and the lack of air gets to my head, somehow amplifying the pleasure of being filled over and over.
His dick doesn’t always hit me in the pleasure spot, but it feels amazing regardless as I let go of control, of all my worries and fears, letting him lead.
A drop of his sweat rolls from his nose and onto my lips, and I lap it up, pulling him closer as he plows me at an ever-increasing pace. In this moment, I don’t need anything else.
"Jack off," Logan rasps, never losing speed. "I want to feel you come."
He watches me like I’m the most handsome man he’s seen, as if my twisting, sweaty face is about to make him come. There’s an intensity to Logan that it makes me melt under his gaze and want to fulfill his every request.
He squeezes my hips, holding them in place so he can fuck me just right, and he goes in for another breathless kiss.
With pink clouds filling my skull, I can barely see anything beyond his face, and I can’t deny him anything, so I reach down, intending to grab my cock.
That’s when he folds me more tightly, and my fingers end up where we’re connected.
I nearly scream when I sense his dick piston in and out against the side of my hand.
It’s as if someone has injected booze straight into my head, because I’m floating, unaware of anything beyond his embrace.
Slickened with the lube sprayed around my hole, my hand touches my cock at last, and I find his lips again as I tug on it, hoping I have a few more seconds of this delicious fuck.
Logan’s tongue delves into my mouth with the same confidence with which his cock fucks me, and I might just cry from the intensity of it all. When I jerk off during this sensation overload, I have to close my eyes, or it might all become too much.
It’s pleasure, it’s pain, it’s delicious and emotional while also being so harsh and raw. All that matters is that he’s holding me, touching me, that he’s inside me.