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Lies, lies, lies.
Deflect.
“Fine,” I nod, stepping back toward my nightstand. “If I’m staying that long, I’ll need supplies.” Turning away from him, I bend down, giving him a nice view of the ass he supposedly loves so much as I yank out open my sex-toy drawer and dump its contents onto my bed. “Hand me that bag please,” I gesture to the backpack sitting on the floor of my opened closet.
“Fuck no!” he barks, shocking me. His hands cut through the air as he shakes his head rapidly. “No, absolutely not.”
“Excuse me?” I stutter.
He ignores me as his eyes scan the various knotted dildos, monster cocks, plugs, and vibrators. Leaning forward, he inspects everything, touching and sifting through them like he’s never seen such a thing before. In reality, he probably hasn’t. Finally, he steps back and crosses his arms. “No.”
“What the hell do you mean,no?” I scoff. “You can’t tell me what to do, Logan.” I turn around and begin to pile them up, picking out my favorites as I go.
The tentacle is nice. Definitely not the thickest, but it hits my g-spot every time.
Add.
My knotted werewolf is my favorite, so obviously, he’s coming.
Add.
The Egg-Layer 3000 comes with an ovipositor and a set of alien eggs.
Add, add, definitely add.
Oh! My vibrating knotted Monster with the cum tube! Hell yes.
“Wanna make a bet?” Logan growls, halting my packing. “You’re not taking those, those—things!”
Lord, help me.The audacity of this man. What does he think this is? The 50’s? He can’t tell me what I can and cannot put in my body. If I want to impale myself on a nine-inch, double-knotted unicorn cock, then I’ll damn well do it. Who the hell is he to kink shame me?
“They’re called dildos, for shit’s sake! It’s not like I’m trying to bring an anaconda into your house!” I shout, planting my fists on my hips as I glower up at the prick.
His hand flies out, and he points an accusing finger at my Dragon Dong. “There’s one right there!”
My eyes widen at the alarmed look on his face. I don't think he's grossed out by them. Nor do I think he’s judging me. If anything, he seems maybe…jealous?
Oh my god.
My face burns with the effort to hold in my laugh until finally, I can’t take it any longer. I double over, peals of laughter falling from my lips. I laugh so hard; tears coat my cheeks as I begin to wheeze and cough.
“What is so fucking funny?” he snaps.
Breathing rapidly, I force myself to calm down as I wipe my cheeks. “You’re jealous of a bunch of dildos?” I rasp, meeting his gaze.
Logan’s light skin is red with anger, making his brown freckles pop. His green eyes are thin slits, and his jaw is ticking uncontrollably. “Fuck yes, I am. No one, and I meanno one, gets inside your cunt but me.”
My laughter dies a quick, brutal death.
“If you need to get off, you come to me. If you need something pounding deep in your pussy, splitting you in half until you’re crying for more? Come to me. If you want something shoved up your perfect asshole making you feel fuller than you’ve ever felt before?Use me.” Logan steps forward and bends, wrapping his arms beneath my thighs. He lifts me, and suddenly, I’m upside down and over his shoulder.
“Logan!” I scream, bracing my fists on his back for support. His hand lands on my ass cheek, once, twice, three times.
“Babydoll, you need to get with the fucking program. If you think being mine means you get to fuck yourself with rubber cocks, you’re wrong.” I breathe heavily, trying to get a hold of my bearings as he barrels out of my house, once again.
“I never said I was yours,” I say weakly, the words like gravel on my tongue.
“Still can’t decide? Maybe, I didn’t outline the benefits package very well then,” he laughs, slamming my front door behind us. “If you’re mine, that makes meyours. You own me, Babydoll.All of me.”
