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“Of course not. How could you think that of me? Did these last few years of friendship mean anything to you?” He spoke down to the table as if he couldn’t bear to look into my eyes right now.
“Not if it directly hurts, Hana. That’s where we are right now. I hate your guts.”
The throb in my chest told me I was lying, but I refused to let him think I held any affection for him right now. He didn’t deserve it. The fact that this woman had the audacity to come into my home and try to lay claim ontoourman pissed me off.
“I can’t live like this anymore.” Logan raised his soulful eyes and the pain in them shot me directly in my soul.
“It is what it is. Your soul is damaged beyond repair. It’s ugly.” I wanted to inflict as much pain as I could on him. I knew I was lashing out but couldn’t help it.
“How do I fix this?”
“You can’t.” I shrugged.
This was about more than Bethany. Bethany showing up here was just the cherry on the shit sundae that had been Logan Cartright since the very beginning. Everything that he’d done were like sprinkles of anguish. He’d hurt both Hana and me too much. He’d fucked up time and time again, and there was no easy way to fix that. No Band-Aid that could cover this wound.
It ached and oozed and pussed. It was gushy, red, and throbbing. It was nasty and made me feel like I was stuck in a fevered dream. My blood boiled just thinking about all the ways Logan Cartwright had fucked up. Maybe his brother wasn’t so bad after all. Maybe everyone was right. and Logan had been the bad twin all along.
“I have to. If I want to save my marriage, then I need you, Jojo.” His voice cracked. “What do I have to do to convince you to help me?”
At the sight of his vulnerability, I felt myself calming. I was calmer than I’d ever been before. I knew what I had to do. I just wanted to know if he would let me or fight me.
“Well, you could start by blowing me.” I joked, taking a long sip of my beer.
Without saying another word, Logan got up from his seat and dropped between my legs. I was so shocked that I spit out the beer I had in my mouth in his face.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
Logan calmly wiped his face as he said, “Getting you to forgive me.”
He then undid my pants. I knew I should stop him. Instead, I helped him slide my pants and boxers off, nervous that this was about to bite me in the ass. My pierced cock was hard and throbbing, the silver glinting in the moonlight filtering through the kitchen window.
Logan stroked my cock slowly, tentatively, and I held back a groan. I let my head fall back and tried to stay still as he felt my cock. I could already tell he was doing things he loved feeling on his own cock. The way that he was unsure but held firm made me feel heady. It felt too good, and I didn’t want to blow too fast, so I pulled his hand off.
“Take me in your mouth,” I commanded.
Lust flashed in his eyes, and he opened wide, not hesitating as he tried to swallow me down whole. The warm, wet heat of his throat made me snap. I thrusted deeper, holding his head in my hands so he couldn’t move. I waited a few seconds, waiting for him to panic as I cut off his access to air. He didn’t. He trusted me.
I pulled away from his bewitching lips with a gasp. He looked so messy with saliva and precum shining on his lips. I reached out and swiped his mouth with my thumb, then sucked the essence off.
“Over the couch and stick your ass out,” I directed, my voice cold and devoid of any emotion. I wanted him to know that this was not up for debate.
Logan took off his clothes and dejectedly strode over the couch. He got into the same position he had Hana in when he’d teased me before. A little payback never hurt anybody, I figured.
I reached around him and tugged on his growing cock. “Can you feel me?” I growled in his ear, my hot breath sending shivers down his spine. “Can you feel my hard dick pressing into your backside?”
It was such a high, being over top of a strong man like Logan. I was in control. He had to do what I said if he wanted my forgiveness. If he wanted to forgive himself. Just like I knew I wanted him to feel a modicum of how Hana did when he wreaked havoc on her sleeping body. When he fucked with her birth control forcing a pregnancy on her. I couldn’t get him pregnant, but I damn sure could fuck him rough and hard.
I slapped his ass and rubbed the tip off over his hole, trying to hold in my pleasurable groans. He was winking on my cock, and it felt glorious. Magnificent. I wanted to pierce him right now, but I wasn’t a monster. I’d at least spit on it.
I lightly played with his ass watching as his back relaxed fully. He probably thought I was going to shove it in right then, but no. I wanted him to trust me first. So I took my time, rubbing my saliva into the tight ring of muscle.
As soon as his back went completely flat, and he lay peacefully moaning beneath me, I grinned. Now was the time. With one brutal thrust of my cock, I shoved inside his tight anus. He screamed and tried to scramble away from me, but I wrapped strong arms around his waist. I was bigger than Logan, so he couldn’t overpower me. Just like Hana couldn’t overpower him.
I didn’t hesitate in my brutality. I moved my arm from underneath him letting his chest fall to the couch and grabbed both his hands. I brought them behind his back and used them as a harness to ride him harder.
“Fuck, goddamnit Jojo. This hurts,” he squealed into the cushions.
I leaned over and growled into his ear, “Did you stop for Hana? Did you give her any way of consenting to you?” I pulled away and thrusted inside deeper.
