Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
There is no stifling my cries or holding them back as he consumes me. He licks and sucks and bites, fucking me with his tongue one minute and then lashing it against my clit the next.
I come and scream…and then come and scream again.
"Logan!" I shout, trying to squirm up the bed away from him when he moves lower, flicking his tongue against my back entrance.
"Stop fighting me, Peyton," he growls, lashing an arm around my waist.
I sob wordlessly, squirming beneath him as he teases me with his tongue before replacing it with a finger.
"Relax. Let me in," he orders.
I sob again, nervous…too damn turned on to pretend I don't want this.
The tip of his finger slips in.
I whimper, pushing back against him.
"That's it," he croons. "Give me this greedy little hole too, angel. Make it mine." More of his fingers slips in, stretching me. Filling me.
"Oh, God, Logan. That f-feels so good. Why does it feel so good?"
"Just wait. It's about to feel even better," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my clit before he carefully shifts around until he's kneeling between my legs, his finger still inside me.
"Logan," I whisper. "I…I…"
"Easy, baby. I'm not taking that pretty little hole yet. I'm just going to have a little fun with it while I'm inside you." He rocks his hips so his cock bumps my clit. "I want to know how it feels to be everywhere at once, ruining you."
"Y-yet?"
He smirks, lining up at my entrance. "Yet, Peyton," he growls, slowly pushing inside me. "As in, one day soon, it won't just be my tongue or a finger in that perfect ass. It'll be my cock."
Oh my god.
"Don't pretend you don't love the thought. I feel you clamping down around me, already so close to coming all over me at just the thought." He surges forward, bottoming out in one delicious thrust.
"Am not," I lie.
"Fucking liar." He rocks his hips, pumping his finger in and out of me at the same pace. "You're desperate to know what it feels like, aren't you?"
"N-no." I bite my lip, fighting a sob. Trying to keep my eyes open as the onslaught of pleasure ricochets through my body in a way I've never felt. I'm full in a way I've never felt. And it is terrifyingly good.
"Little liar." His lips quirk into a grin as he fucks me, his eyes locked on my face. "I know you, baby. You're so fucking desperate for it that you're already on the verge of coming all over me."
"Then shut up and make me come," I retort, challenging and defying him because he loves it. Because, for some reason, the mouthier I am, the more it turns him on. He needs to be defied. He wants to work for it. Logan wasn't made for a meek, obedient woman. He was made for one like me.
No. He was made for me.
He growls softly, unholy fire turning his eyes into twin flames of burning midnight blue. His hips slam into mine, pulling a loud moan from my lips.
"Is this what you want, baby?" he rasps. "You want me fucking you until you can't open that smart mouth to do anything but say my name?"
"Yes," I moan. That's precisely what I want.
"Good," he grunts, slowly pushing a second finger inside me. He fucks me like a storm then, pounding into me so ferociously I can't do anything but take it. His body surges into mine in powerful strikes that leave me breathless and shaking beneath him.
I come and scream…and then come and scream again.
He still doesn't stop.
He keeps on and on, fucking me until I can't remember my name. I can't remember anything but what it's like to have him all over me.
And my god, he is all over me. He licks and bites and sucks, swatting my breasts, wrapping his free hand around my throat. He fucks my ass with his fingers the whole time, telling me every filthy, delicious thing he's going to do to me.
He's a force of nature, set loose on me at my request, so damn powerful and fierce I know in my bones that I'm not going to survive him. He'll either leave me in ruins or sweep me away with him. Those are the only two options. I think they've always been the only two options.
"Please," I gasp when another orgasm looms up. I can't take it. If I fall again, there will be no putting me back together. "I can't."
"Yeah, you can." He buries his face in my throat, still driving into me again and again. His fingers twist and plunge, driving me to the brink of madness. "You can do anything, Peyton. So come on my fucking cock again and show me just how strong you really are."
"Logan," I whimper.
"I've got you, baby." His lips brush my skin. "I've always got you. Be a good girl and come."