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“I remember how good you tasted,” he said as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His heated gaze lowered. “Take your panties off. I want to taste the rest of you.”
My core clenched with arousal at his words, and I felt how wet I was getting. I had never mentioned our lovemaking to him; that Logan usually took control and had me do things I had never imagined doing before him. But dominating me when it came to the sexual side of our relationship seemed to come naturally to him. And I loved it.
I followed his command and shimmied out of my panties until I was completely naked except for the earrings.
“Tell me what we did that night,” he said huskily.
All my inhibitions fell away and the awkwardness I had felt earlier disappeared. “You had me lie on the bed with my legs parted so you could use your mouth on me,” I said, barely noticing how breathy my voice was. “Then you had me get on my hands and knees so you could fuck me from behind.”
Logan’s face was harsh with desire. I made a sound of surprise when he abruptly picked me up and carried me into the bedroom. He set me down on the bed, but instead of joining me, he stood at the foot of it, his eyes roving around my body.
“Spread your legs like you did that night,” he ordered.
I knew I was already glistening with wetness as I did as he commanded. My breaths were shallow with desire as I watched him watch me.
“Tell me exactly what I did with your pussy.”
I took a deep shuddering breath before answering. “You sucked on my clit while you fucked me with your fingers. You told me to play with my nipples while you kept sucking and fucking me.”
Logan leaned over me, pressing my thighs against the bed so I was splayed completely open to him. I whimpered in anticipation as he lowered his head, my eyes closing as I felt that first incredible flick of his tongue on my sensitive nub. His tongue was gentle at first, teasing me until I pressed my hips up, craving more. The pressure of his tongue increased, making me moan. When he took my clit in his mouth and sucked hard, I hardly recognized the animalistic sound that escaped me.
He pushed one finger inside me, slipping in easily since I was soaking wet. “How many fingers did I fuck you with?” he asked gutturally as he continued laving his tongue against my engorged clit.
“Three,” I choked out, clutching the comforter of the bed with my fists. “You fucked me with three fingers.”
I gasped when he pushed another finger into me, and then a third. It was a tight fit and he was stretching me to the point of being almost uncomfortable, but that only heightened the sensation. My hips bucked rhythmically as he thrust his fingers in and out of me, all the while sucking and licking my clit.
“Play with your nipples,” he muttered against me. “Pinch and pull on them. Hard.”
My hands went to my breasts without question. I was making choked sounds of arousal, overcome with sensation as I pulled on my sensitive nipples, pinching them and rolling them in my fingers, reveling in the pain coupled with pleasure. It was becoming too much for me. Logan’s head buried between my legs coupled with my own hands pleasuring my nipples took me over the edge. I arched off the bed, keening loudly as my body bowed, waves of pleasure rippling through me. Logan continued to use his mouth on me, his fingers continuing to thrust inside me, as I convulsed with a powerful orgasm.
When the last shudder left my body, I felt boneless as I fell back against the bed. Logan lifted his head up, his eyes glittering with both desire and pure male satisfaction. I found it wildly erotic to see my wetness on his mouth. He made his way up my body until he was directly above me. I grabbed his neck, pulling him down until our mouths met. I loved tasting myself on him as our tongues tangled together, our kiss hard and wild.
“Get on your hands and knees,” Logan muttered against my mouth, his voice thick. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
I had been exhausted by my powerful orgasm moments before, but his words brought my body back to life, excitement strumming through me. I got on my hands and knees, arching my back so that my glistening pussy was exposed to him.
“How did I fuck you?” he asked in a low voice. “Hard or soft?”
“Hard,” I said, almost panting. “You fucked me so hard I thought you were going to split me in half.” I paused before continuing. As much as I was in a haze of arousal, I was a little hesitant to share exactly what we had done, in case it turned him off. I reminded myself that this was Logan, no matter what he could or couldn’t remember. I had given my body to him time and time again in any way he demanded. There was no way there was an inch of prudeness in him.
“You spanked me while you fucked me. You told me I was your slut, to fuck however you pleased. You also slapped my breasts while you fucked me, telling me I was a whore who needed to be shown who was in charge.”
Instead of being turned off, Logan practically growled at my confession. He must have taken off his clothes in record time, because, before I could take my next breath, he pounded into me, his cock pushing into my pussy with a force that almost had me slamming into the headboard. The only reason I wasn’t in pain from his forceful entry was because I was so wet from before.
Logan pumped into me again and again, his hands on my hips as he slammed my body back with each thrust. I was panting like a wild animal, loving each forceful thrust that made the tension in my lower body increase unbearably.
“Ask for it,” he rasped as he pushed into me. “Ask me to hurt you like the slut you are.”
“Hurt me,” I moaned, feeling myself lose control. “Spank me. Slap my tits. Please. Use me.”
I cried out in pleasure when I felt two hard smacks come down on my buttocks. They were quickly followed my two hard slaps on my breasts. My bottom and breasts felt like the
y were on fire as Logan continued to slap them while he fucked me. I could tell he was out of control by the guttural sounds he was making, and it thrilled me.
I finally couldn’t take it anymore and screamed as my body writhed in an intense orgasm, my nerve-endings set on fire. I was vaguely aware of Logan shouting as he pounded into me, filling me with his come.
I collapsed against the bed and felt the weight of Logan’s body pressing down on me as he fell on top of me. We were both panting heavily and it was a while before I could hear anything beyond the sounds of our harsh breathing.
