and I gagged, and he immediately
pulled back.
I teased him with my tongue, my lips, and
then I gripped the base of him tight until he was swearing and
groaning. Suddenly I was being pulled up on top of him, my face
inches away from his.
“Are you going to fuck me now? Because I’m
not lasting much longer.”
“Yes.”
“Then put me inside you.”
I felt his cock between my legs throbbing,
and I lifted up, took hold of it then slid it up and down my
entrance, my wetness clinging to the tip of it.
“Now.”
I let his cock go, and his breath hitched as
his eyes widened with surprise. Then he frowned, and he got that
scary look. For a second I let the fear in, and then I licked my
lips, sat up straight, and put my head back, closing my eyes.
“Play with your nipples.”
My eyes flew open and a tweak hit my belly
at his words. I slowly slid my hands up my body to my breasts. When
I started playing with my nipples the desire in his eyes
intensified.
“Oh fuck.” His entire body stiffened beneath
me, and I didn’t have to look at him to know what I was doing to
him. And damn, it felt good. I still liked when he took control,
but being where we were, and after giving all my control over to
him, and knowing what this place stood for ... Well, having him
succumb to me made me feel strong again.
I pinched my nipples hard and then reached
down, grabbing his hands and putting them over top of my breasts.
“Touch me, Logan. I need you to touch me.”
And he did. There were no more games as both
of us lost ourselves to the desire. Panting with the need for
possession. He sat up, taking me with him, then his head lowered
and he suckled my nipples, rolling his tongue over the tender
surface.
“Now, Emily.”
I wanted to tell him to wait, but the truth
was I couldn’t. I put my hand between us, took his cock, and guided
it inside me. I threw back my head, and he groaned as I pushed him
deep, and he fell back against the mattress.
I started moving, and he reached between my
legs and circled my clit sending my body into a whirlwind of aching
yearning that was climbing higher and higher with each stroke.
“Logan.” I placed my hands on his chest and
pushed harder and faster, my limbs shaking and stiffening.
“Fuck. Now.”
“Wait.” I demanded, and his fingers lost
rhythm on my clit for a second at my words.
He made a low growling sound in the back of
his throat, and then his hips were pushing up, matching mine as he
drove inside of me.
I yelled, “Now!”
Logan threw me over onto my back in one
motion and then thrust into me several more times—hard.
Relentless.
I came hard. Long. And I screamed as I did
it.
He was completely still, the veins in his
neck throbbing, his cock jerking inside me as he finished
coming.
When our eyes met we both knew that tonight
was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic
and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had
none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity
back.
He leaned down, and then he was kissing me
soft and gentle; it was beautiful, and it was a kiss that had me
sighing as he roamed over my mouth lazily.
Logan slipped out of me then went to the
washroom where I heard the tap running. When he came back to bed,
he instantly pulled me into his side then kissed the top of my
head.
He never said anything, and neither did I.
We’d always been good with quiet moments, as if we both knew words
would only ruin the beauty in the silence.
It was only when I was drifting off when I
thought I heard him say, “Dream sweet, Emily.”
Day 10
“ You
interrupted me.” His voice was steady and clear. “You spoke without
being asked.” His voice rose. “And you fuckin’ called me Logan.” He
was pacing back and forth across the room. “Fuck.”
I’d been
kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave had been
there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I
knelt for
pulled back.
I teased him with my tongue, my lips, and
then I gripped the base of him tight until he was swearing and
groaning. Suddenly I was being pulled up on top of him, my face
inches away from his.
“Are you going to fuck me now? Because I’m
not lasting much longer.”
“Yes.”
“Then put me inside you.”
I felt his cock between my legs throbbing,
and I lifted up, took hold of it then slid it up and down my
entrance, my wetness clinging to the tip of it.
“Now.”
I let his cock go, and his breath hitched as
his eyes widened with surprise. Then he frowned, and he got that
scary look. For a second I let the fear in, and then I licked my
lips, sat up straight, and put my head back, closing my eyes.
“Play with your nipples.”
My eyes flew open and a tweak hit my belly
at his words. I slowly slid my hands up my body to my breasts. When
I started playing with my nipples the desire in his eyes
intensified.
“Oh fuck.” His entire body stiffened beneath
me, and I didn’t have to look at him to know what I was doing to
him. And damn, it felt good. I still liked when he took control,
but being where we were, and after giving all my control over to
him, and knowing what this place stood for ... Well, having him
succumb to me made me feel strong again.
I pinched my nipples hard and then reached
down, grabbing his hands and putting them over top of my breasts.
“Touch me, Logan. I need you to touch me.”
And he did. There were no more games as both
of us lost ourselves to the desire. Panting with the need for
possession. He sat up, taking me with him, then his head lowered
and he suckled my nipples, rolling his tongue over the tender
surface.
“Now, Emily.”
I wanted to tell him to wait, but the truth
was I couldn’t. I put my hand between us, took his cock, and guided
it inside me. I threw back my head, and he groaned as I pushed him
deep, and he fell back against the mattress.
I started moving, and he reached between my
legs and circled my clit sending my body into a whirlwind of aching
yearning that was climbing higher and higher with each stroke.
“Logan.” I placed my hands on his chest and
pushed harder and faster, my limbs shaking and stiffening.
“Fuck. Now.”
“Wait.” I demanded, and his fingers lost
rhythm on my clit for a second at my words.
He made a low growling sound in the back of
his throat, and then his hips were pushing up, matching mine as he
drove inside of me.
I yelled, “Now!”
Logan threw me over onto my back in one
motion and then thrust into me several more times—hard.
Relentless.
I came hard. Long. And I screamed as I did
it.
He was completely still, the veins in his
neck throbbing, his cock jerking inside me as he finished
coming.
When our eyes met we both knew that tonight
was something more than either of us had expected. It was cathartic
and powerful. Logan had given me control in a place where I had
none. He’d given me the option to say no. He’d given me my dignity
back.
He leaned down, and then he was kissing me
soft and gentle; it was beautiful, and it was a kiss that had me
sighing as he roamed over my mouth lazily.
Logan slipped out of me then went to the
washroom where I heard the tap running. When he came back to bed,
he instantly pulled me into his side then kissed the top of my
head.
He never said anything, and neither did I.
We’d always been good with quiet moments, as if we both knew words
would only ruin the beauty in the silence.
It was only when I was drifting off when I
thought I heard him say, “Dream sweet, Emily.”
Day 10
“ You
interrupted me.” His voice was steady and clear. “You spoke without
being asked.” His voice rose. “And you fuckin’ called me Logan.” He
was pacing back and forth across the room. “Fuck.”
I’d been
kneeling beside the table in the main dining room. Dave had been
there as had Raul. They chatted about the upcoming fight while I
knelt for
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