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Logans dark eyes sparkled as they trailed down my body. His tongue poked out to lick his lips before he lowered to smash his lips against mine. I wrapped myself around him, curling my legs around his waist. I felt the moment his control withered and he kissed me harder, pushing his tongue into my mouth and tightening his grip on my waist until I knew it would bruise.

Finally, he dipped a finger down to spread me open. His calloused fingers brushed along my skin and I whined when his thumb pressed into my throbbing clit. He began to circle it, slowly, torturously, teasingly.

I jerked against him, the light touch driving me insane. I tried to push my hips up to meet his fingers but he kept me pinned down with his other hand. He pinched my clit and glared at me in warning while a tortured moan broke from my lips. He continued the slow circular movements while his other fingers dipped in and out of my pussy. I was so wet that I could hear the sound of him thrusting into me.

He connected his lips onto my breast, biting lightly on my sensitive nipple. He showed no mercy; using my body like his own personal toy. The orgasm was already bubbling up in my stomach and, when he curled his fingers inside of me, brushing my front walls, I came undone.

I watched breathlessly as Logan removed his long fingers from inside of me and licked them clean of my cum. The sight made me clench my thighs but he pulled them back apart before nuzzling his face between them, licking the juices that had dripped down my inner thighs. The anticipation alone nearly made me cum again. His mouth was so close to my pussy and the feeling of his tongue running along my hot skin made me shudder.

His hands slid around to cup my ass, trapping me against his mouth. I couldn't stop panting, needing more and he finally gave it to me, repositioning his tongue to run up the length of my folds. "Fuck, Logan," I whined loudly. Again, he ran his tongue from my entrance to my clit before sucking on the sensitive bud. I arched against him.

He moved his tongue down before hardening it and thrusting it inside of me. I bit my lip to keep from crying out at the feeling of him fucking me with his tongue. This felt dirtier than when he used his fingers. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy lips, hear the sounds of his tongue moving in and out of me.

I shuddered at the feeling, everything sensitive after just cumming. He pulled back out of me, returning to my clit to circle it, sucking every now and then before I shattered beneath him, screaming his name. Tears filled my eyes as I rode out the wave before slumping on the bed.

I looked up at him, watching as he licked his lips, his hooded eyes on my swollen pussy. I wanted to reach for him but my arms were still cuffed to the headboard. My eyes fell to his cock, large and thick between his legs, pulsing with need.

"I want more," I told him.

He narrowed his dark eyes and reached for my throat, squeezing it lightly. "Excuse me?" He growled, forcing his thigh between my legs, barely brushing my soaked skin. He was just out of reach and I ached for any kind of friction, although, based on the smirk that spread across his lips when I thrust my hips towards him, he knew that. "What the fuck did you just say to me?"

With his other hand, he pinched one of my nipples and I whined. "I want more," I repeated, "I need more."

He scoffed. "And what makes you think you have any say in what happens here?"

I eyed his erection. "You want it too," I said, "we both know you're desperate to fuck me."

He slapped my tit and I gasped. His grip tightened around my throat and I knew it would leave marks. "Watch it," he growled, "speak to me like that again and I'll edge you over and over again." Tears dotted my eyes when he squeezed my throat again, being careful not to crush my windpipe. I writhed beneath him, my pussy throbbing. "Now try again," he ordered, "and this time with some fucking manners."

Excitement fluttered in my stomach as I met his hungry gaze. "Please," I begged him, knowing it was exactly what he wanted. I'd never wanted to be the kind of woman that submitted to a man in any way but the way he made me feel, the mixture of pain and pleasure only he could give me, it made it all worth it. "Please fuck me."

He watched me for a moment and I stared back at him, pleading with my eyes. my mind was fogged with desire and all I could think about was how good this man made me feel. "I don't fuck nicely," he warned, raising an eyebrow in a silent question. Did I want this? Could I handle it?

I knew he was going to cause me pain. There was no way it wouldn't hurt, not with the size of him. But I couldn't deny that the pain felt so good when he mixed it with pleasure. "I don't want you to," I found myself answering with a smirk.

Rather than answer, he lowered his hand and began to circle my clit again. This time, his movements were quick, almost bruising and I couldn't hold my body still. I jerked and shuddered beneath him, the sensations too much for me to handle. "Please," I gasped, not sure if I wanted him to stop or give me more.

He did neither. He continued at the same pace, brutally rubbing my clit until I felt cum drip down my legs. I ground my hips against the cold air, clenching my walls around nothing. It was all too much and when I felt the beginnings of another orgasm build up in my stomach, I moaned loudly, getting closer and closer to my release before he pulled away.

"No," I whined, earning another harsh slap on my tit.

"I warned you," he growled, brushing my nipples to soothe the burning.

Panic settled inside me when I thought maybe he was done. Maybe he was simply going to leave me on edge as punishment. I couldn't keep still I was so desperate, soaked from my arousal and pathetically begging him for more. "Logan."

He smirked down at me, stroking himself slowly, pumping up and down his long length before positioning himself between my legs. "Are you sure about this?" He asked me, reaching over to grab a condom from his bedside table. I nodded beneath him, wishing I wasn't tied to the bed so I could touch him.

He rolled the condom on. "Remember what to say if you want to stop?" he asked and I nodded. Red. "Use it the moment you want to stop," he ordered before sliding the head of him up and down, coating himself in my cum. I swallowed; my throat completely dry. "You need to relax," he told me, slowly pressing into me. Despite his words, I tensed at the feeling. He was so thick, stretching me out around him already. "Relax," he repeated, lowering his lips to mine, "it'll hurt less."

He kissed me softly, slowly, taking his time to taste me. He ran his tongue along my lower lip before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it. I moaned, sinking into the bed. He took the opportunity to push in a little further and I cried out into his mouth. I already felt so stretched out, despite how wet I was.

"Fuck," Logan groaned. "You're so fucking tight."

He trailed kisses down my body, sucking one of my breasts into his mouth. I whimpered when again, he moved further inside of me. The burning pain of his dick inside me was lessened a little by the feeling of his warm mouth on my skin.

"God, it hurts," I hissed.

I felt him smirk against my skin. "I'm not even half way yet."

My breath was knocked out of my lungs when he pulled out a little and then thrust back in. Still, he only entered me about half way before pulling out a little and pushing back in. The feeling of him filling me, thrusting against my walls, made me moan. The pain subsided enough for me to relax and he started inching further and further in.

"That's better," he said, "you can take me."

His words made my stomach flutter. He thrusted in and out, his finger finding my clit again. I was already close again when he touched me, the orgasm rebuilding. "Logan," I called, my whole body trembling around him. I clenched when he pinched my clit, pushing me over the edge.

"Fuck," he groaned as I squeezed him, shuddering as an orgasm rocked through me, even more powerful than the last. It didn't feel like it was going to end when Logan continued to rock in and out of me. The orgasm made it easier to take him and I cried out when, on a thrust, he bottomed out, filling me completely.

My throat felt raw from the scream and all my limbs jerked, his head brushing over my g-spot. He settled deep inside of me, holding still for a moment to let me adjust before pulling all the way out and slamming back in. I screamed again as he drilled inside of me, his hips bouncing into mine.

The noises of his dick smacking into me echoed through the room, alongside both of our groans. "So tight," he grunted, massaging one of my breasts in his hand while the other supported his weight so he wasn't crushing me, "so good."

He leant down to capture my lips and I opened my mouth for him, greedy to taste him. My pussy swallowed each of his thrusts as he stretched me wide and I squeezed him, making him grunt. I felt so small underneath his hulking body and so weak against his powerful thrusts. It sent a shiver up my spine. He was completely in control here. I was just his to play with and it shouldn't have excited me as much as it did.

On one relentless thrust, he nudged my g-spot again and I fell apart. He continued to drive into me, fucking me as I screamed his name, bouncing on the bed from the force of his hips. "Fuck Logan!" I screamed when it hit me and he smirked.

"Go ahead," he said with a nod, "cum for me."

I shattered at his words, jerking against the cuffs that keep me in place. He didn't stop, pounding into me over and over. He wrapped his mouth around one of my nipples, biting down at the same time as he hit my g-spot again. I cried out, cumming once again around him, completely overwhelmed by him. It was like he was everywhere.

With his free hand, he grabbed one of my legs and lifted it onto his shoulder, the angle allowing him to reach even deeper inside me. My breath got trapped in my lungs and it felt as though my whole body was filled by him. My eyes rolled back into my head and I couldn't stop the sounds that escaped me.

"Another," he grunted, sliding his cock in and out of me. I tilted my back, moaning loudly when he once again rammed into my g-spot. His movements slowed a little, becoming more powerful and precise, hitting my g-spot with every deep thrust.

"God, please," I begged, feeling my stomach coil. "I'm so close."

He started to flick my clit and I bucked, a pleasure-filled scream leaving my lips. I shook beneath him when his lips reconnected with mine. My body fell limp from exhaustions, sweat drenched my forehead and my thighs ached from being spread so far apart.

"Give me one more, darling," Logan groaned, the nickname making my stomach flutter, "I'm so close."

I continued to bounce up and down on his cock, clenching him so tightly while he sucked my tongue into his mouth. I kissed him back, jerking when his fingers pinched my nipples. Everything was too sensitive from his abuse and I throbbed. "Logan," I cried, falling over the edge once again. I clenched around him so tightly that he groaned loudly, his head tilting back and his dick jerking before I felt him release. We both shook as we collapsed, completely exhausted and thoroughly pleasured.


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