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“It’s okay,” Logan rasped, obviously finding it hard to talk. “Don’t hurt yourself. This feels incredible as it is.”
Regardless of his words, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more of him and I wanted to feel like I belonged to him. I grabbed one of his hands and guided it to the back of my head.
“Help me. Push my head down.”
Despite the harsh expression of desire on his face, I saw a flicker of concern in Logan’s eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have to. This is more than enough.”
But it wasn’t enough for me. I wanted to feel wholly consumed by him.
“I’m sure. I’ll grab your hand if it gets to be too much. Otherwise, don’t stop. I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Logan groaned and put both of his hands on the back of my head, gathering my hair gently. He guided me down his shaft, pausing when he hit the back of my throat and I made a gagging sound. I gripped his thighs, urging him to continue. He pushed a little more, and I felt the head of his shaft enter my throat. It was a tight sensation but soon he was pulling out again. He repeated the movement, each time pushing in a little further. My throat muscles began to relax and it became a little easier, although I still had to suppress the instinct to gag. I found myself getting highly aroused as he quickened the pace, going in deeper and deeper with each stroke. Still, I could feel him holding back.
“Harder,” I demanded after he pulled back on a thrust. “Fuck my throat until you come in my mouth.”
My words seemed to snap his self-control. His grip on my hair became much tighter and he pushed himself into my mouth with more force. Logan was breathing harshly and the wet sounds of his shaft plunging into my throat filled the room.
I reached down to stroke myself, not surprised to find myself soaking wet. I had never let anyone control me so completely. I had never trusted anyone enough, and I reveled in the feeling of being completely at Logan’s mercy.
I heard Logan make a guttural sound, and I grabbed the base of his length, knowing that he was about to come. His shaft pulsated, and I kept him in my mouth so I could swallow all of him. He groaned loudly, his shaft jerking spasmodically. His eyes were closed, and he almost looked like he was in pain as he came inside my mouth.
He collapsed against the couch when he was done. His eyes opened, and he looked down at me with concern. “Are you okay? I kind of lost it there for a while.”
I crawled up his body and straddled his thighs. I kissed him on his jaw and whispered in his ear, “I’m more than okay. You taste yummy.”
I felt him stir underneath me at my words. I couldn’t believe how brazen I was being, but Logan brought out a side of me that I had never known existed. Our lovemaking had always been passionate, almost off the charts, but a new dimension had been added that I had never experienced before. He had always been inclined to take the reins and control what happened in the bedroom, but I never felt this intense need to be dominated by him. It was thrilling to feel like I was being used by him, that I belonged to him, yet it didn’t make me feel in the least bit degraded. Instead, it just added to my arousal.
“You don’t know what your words are doing to me,” Logan said in a gruff voice.
“Oh, I have an idea,” I said playfully as I rubbed against him. I could feel him starting to harden, which was exactly what I wanted. Giving him pleasure had aroused me and my ache demanded to be satisfied.
Logan’s head fell back onto the couch as I continued to rub my cleft against him, my wetness adding to the sensation.
“You’re insatiable,” he said with amusement, although his expression was quickly turning into desire.
“It’s not my fault that you make me want to be such a slut.” I didn’t know where that came from. I had never referred to myself as a slut before in my life, nor had I ever wanted to. At any other time, I would have greatly objected to being referred to as a slut. There had been a few instances in the past where I had been called that term, and it had stung badly. But in this moment, it felt right. I was Logan’s slut and I wanted to be used by him.
Logan groaned and grabbed my hips, taking control of my movements. He guided my wetness along his shaft, which was now rock hard.
“You’ll only be a slut with me,” he demanded. “You belong to me.”
“Yes,” I moaned as he increased the pressure. The friction was making me wild, and the ache between my legs increased to an almost unbearable level. I needed him inside me, or I would go crazy. “I’m your slut. I’m your slut to use. Please, fuck me. Fuck your slut.”
Logan growled as he lifted me up and guided the head of his now fully erect shaft towards my opening. I cried out when he pushed me down fiercely and thrust his hips up, sheathing himself fully inside me in one swift move. I gripped his shoulders as my head fell back, moaning as I stretched to accommodate him. Before I could fully get used to the feeling, he was pulling out of me and then slamming me back down. He twisted his hips, pushing up as far into me as humanly possible.
“Fuck. Your pussy feels so good. I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be sore for weeks.”
“Yes,” I gasped as I made encouraging sounds. “Fuck me hard. Use me as your whore. Please.”
“Hang on to my neck,” he muttered. I barely registered what he said, but I did as he asked. He stood up in one movement with me still wrapped around him. I felt a sense of loss when he guided me to stand and he slid out of me, but I realized what he was doing when he turned me around and had me brace my hands on the arm of the couch.
“Arch your back so I can see your pussy,” he ordered.
I immediately complied, feeling a rush of wetness at his words. A shudder went through me as he swept one finger up my cleft.
“It’s almost too pretty to abuse.”
I arched my back even more. “Please, abuse my pussy,” I whimpered, barely aware of what I was saying. “Fuck my pussy with your cock until it hurts.”
