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Blushing, I shook my head. "No."
"Then be quiet,"he commanded, his tone filled with desire. "And get on all fours."
I obediently complied, getting up and placing my hands on the bench, sticking my ass out for him to penetrate me from behind. He firmly grasped my hips, and I felt his cock slip inside me, causing me to moan with pleasure. My pussy felt incredibly full as he began to fuck me with passionate intensity, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing in the night. He tightly gripped my hips as he thrust into me, hitting my G-spot and evoking whimpering sounds of ecstasy.
Leaning forward, I rested my head against the bench, my knees weak as Logan continued to thrust into me. I groaned into the cushion as his hands moved to my ass, squeezing my cheeks firmly, massaging them, and intensifying my pleasure. I could hear him grunting behind me, his breathing growing more ragged. To my surprise, just as I was on the verge of climax, he stopped abruptly, withholding his release.
I whimpered in frustration as he withdrew, his cock throbbing with unfulfilled desire as he spins me around, pushing me down on the bench. He straddles my stomach, trapping my arms by my side with his knees and starts lashing his fist back and forth over his pulsing cock. I close my eyes.
It was sight before me was so erotic, I almost couldn’t watch.
“Open your eyes, Kayla!” he shouts and grabs my hipbone, prompting me to scream and buck under him.
“You’re a bastard!” I throw him my evilest look. He smiles and continues working himself over me as I watch, his eyes hooded and dark, his strained neck muscles bulging. I press my lips together. I will not be opening my mouth! He falls forward, bracing his free hand on the head of the bench and spills himself all over my breasts on a loud yell that resounds around the whole yard.
It was a wonder how Mark still slept through all of this.
Logan pants above me, slowing his strokes as I wriggle futilely. My breasts are coated in his warn cum, my hair is all over the place. There was no way we would walk out of this alive if Mark caught us now. Most especially Logan.
He reaches down and wipes his palm all over my chest, spreading himself over every square inch of my torso.
“My work here is done,” he says on a half-smile, before leaning down and pressing his lips hard on mine. My lips part involuntarily, and I soak up the greedy lashes of his tongue, moaning, begging for more, but then he pulls back, and I thrash my head from side to side, flipping myself onto my front. I hear him laugh, and then he slaps my ass hard before he gets off the bench.
“You are crazy, you know that right?” I say to his back as he rearranges his boxers.
“Crazy for you baby.” He replies as he turns around and winks at me.
I can’t believe he did that. What am I talking about? Of course, I can believe it. This man is beyond unreasonable and challenging.
There is no doubt I look well and truly fucked. I clench my thighs together on a groan and Logan comes back with wash cloth to wipe the remnants of his from my chest. There is no wiping away the huge love bite on my boob. There will be no low cut anything for me in a while and not just because of the bruise on my chest but because in a way I knew I didn’t want anyone looking at me apart from him.
Control freak!
8
LOGAN
After that night of hot throbbing sex, I have been looking forward to getting her alone. We haven’t really talked to define the terms of our relationship but if there is one thing I know, I wanted her all to myself. To make love to her everywhere, to listen to her moan as I thrust into her.
She is so damn beautiful, and I wanted more than anything to spend more time with her.
I managed to convince her to come to my first match today.
“You know how much I hate this sort of fights,” She protested as I drove her to the MMA arena.
“I know, that is why I am super grateful you are here,” I placed my hands on her thighs. “Who knows after I win, I might just reward you right here,”
I could see a smile form on her face, “That sounds right about tempting to want me to stay to the end,”
“I bet you do.” As the commentator introduced me to the stage, the crowd erupted in cheers. My stage name, the Mad Boulder, echoed through the arena, fueling my adrenaline. It had been a long road to this moment, my first MMA match since I returned from prison. The weight of anticipation mixed with the grit of determination surged through my veins as I walked towards the cage.
“Go Logan,” Kayla cheered, I could recognize her voice amidst the crowd because she was the only voice I concentrated on.
My opponent stood there, equally experienced and equally hungry for victory. His eyes locked onto mine, and a sly smile curved his lips.
"I will destroy you," he taunted, his voice laced with confidence. But I wasn't one to back down easily.
I met his gaze with a smirk of my own and replied, "We'll see about that."
