“M-more?” I breathe out, gasping loudly and his lips spread into a lopsided smirk against mine just before he crosses his one arm between my breasts and his strong fingers wrap around my throat, lifting me until my back is plastered to his chest, straining in his hold.
Fingers leave my hair, sliding so slowly down my body until stopping at my hip bone and gliding across my sensitive skin downward in a feather light touch until he applies pressure just above my pubic bone. My eyes roll into the back of my head the moment he drags his hips away and only slamming back inside in a powerful thrust that jolts me forward. The feeling of him deeper overwhelms me and causes me to shove my ass back against him with a silent plea for more.
“Give me more, I can take it. I want it,” I moan loudly, unable to help myself.
He doesn’t waste meeting my demand as he continues thrusting in and out like his life depends on it. His strong fingers clasp around my throat, tightening until each breath is a struggle but I love it as I push my ass back faster to meet him thrust for hard thrust because I’m racing towards something that has my pussy clamping down on him with liquid heat pulsing through me.
His groan is loud and drawn out, he’s just as affected, loving every second. The sharp sting against my ass surprises me, leaving me tense for a split second until I realize how good it feels. The noise gets louder and louder with each quick slap against my ass cheeks making my skin red, and my breath short from his hand gripping around my windpipe. But my body likes it, my wet pussy coating him, and making it easier to fuck me into next week. For a split second my eyes close, only darkness surrounding me in a place that haunts me every waking second, bringing back a past that’s trying to break through until his voice drags me to the surface with a desperate gasp leaving my mouth wide open as if I’m drowning.
“Tell me you’re mine. That you're my slut and this pussy is only mine to destroy,” he demands in a deep voice. One hand sliding around to my front and circling my clit in fast movements with his fingertip just as his other hand tightens enough to cut off my air supply with his arm still holding me up, my toes barely graze the tiled floor.
“Your slut,” I manage to breathe out with a choked gasp, my vision blurring as he really fucks me with hard, rough movements, his cock dragging along something inside me that has my stomach clenching and my pussy fluttering around him in endless spasms of cruel pleasure.
I only say it's cruel because I didn't know it could be this way. It's an out of body experience, someone else taking control of my body and making me feel everything all at once. It doesn’t cause me to drift away into another place and time, just the here and now of ecstasy.
"Now be a good girl and fucking come," he whispers low in my ear just like the devil, pounding so hard into me that it sets my body off and he releases my neck at the same time but I hardly notice as my whole body shakes, an orgasm tearing through me.
"Fuck. Did you just squirt?" He groans in lustful agony and pulls out of me in a flash to drop his hold on me, spinning my body around to face him in seconds flat.
His chest is heaving up and down rapidly like he just ran a mile, staring with dilated pupils, all I can see is black in his gaze. It lets me know that he wants me with a passion that could set the world on fire and rain couldn't put us out.
Who is Logan? The man holding me up right now as I try to catch my breath and focus my world back as it just reached fucking heaven. I just had an orgasm that burst from me, coating his dick as my body jerked against him as I kept coming and coming. Yeah, I fucking squirted, I didn't even know that was possible. I thought it was made up because the sweetbutts used to gossip back in the club that it was for fairytales unless you found a real man. Guess it just took the right guy.
I want more. It's like a drug, the need to keep shooting up until I have my fill. If I was to have an addiction, this would be it. Logan's cock. Funny how I have feelings for him without knowing him but it feels... normal, which is new for me.
I can't think straight, my body shaking, my knees knock together as he places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me to the ground in a silent command. He runs the pad of his thumb over my bottom lip, not anything but everything with his eyes that say he wants me. The cooling water runs over my face, making me blink rapidly up at him as I wait for his instructions. Can this never stop? I want to feel, to be able to know what it feels like to be wanted and desired without it being forced.
Logan steps forward, releasing my bottom lip, and waits for me to make up my mind if I want to suck him off or not. I think of how he just made me see stars, gave me pleasure for the first time in my life, and is patiently waiting without making me do shit that I'm uncomfortable with. I think this guy deserves an award and it's going to be my first time sucking on a cock that I put in my mouth without it shoving past my tightly shut lips. Breathing through my nose, I slowly open my mouth wide until the corner of my lips burn and sit back on my heels with a shiver diving down my spine in delight at his grunt of approval. He steps closer, looking down at my upturned face with his teeth clenched before smiling in arrogance. Can he tell I've never done this before? Yeah, we can't have that. I'll show him just how good I can be.
Without a warning, I lean forward and take half of him into my mouth, my lips stretching with a pleasurable burn around his length. He hisses out a breath and weaves his fingers through my hair in a tight hold. It shouldn't feel good but it does. I draw back slowly to swirl my tongue around him like a lollipop, lapping at the taste of our combined passion with an eagerness that has him thrusting his hips to get back into my mouth. With short, teasing bobs, I quickly take him whole in one go until he hits the back of my throat. I feel his cock jump on my tongue as I swallow, humming in pleasure and pulling back slightly before going back down on him until he's thrusting into my mouth with unabandoned control. With a guy who loves control, power... to see him come undone turns me on to the point that I hardly recognize myself. I look up at him through my lashes to see him already staring down at me with his lips parted just before his head tilts back. He lets out a loud groan that echoes around the shower and starts to come in thick ropes down my throat. I breathe through my nose, my eyes watering as I try not to gag as he forces his hips forward. Jets of cum coat my tongue that I quickly swallow and pull back until just the tip of him is left in my mouth, I lick him completely clean. He steps back on a stumble, his fists clenched at his side and I'm surprised by the cruel expression on his face as he stares down at me.
“How much?” He asks, his expression smooths out until it’s impossible to read him.
On shaking legs, I stand up with a gasp, backing up the angrier he gets as the silence eats its way between us.
“How much, what?” My voice comes out small, shaken, and I want to slap myself at how vulnerable I sound.
Weak.
His face twists into a smile that has me shrinking inside myself because it’s straight up ignorant and nasty.
“How much do I owe you? I mean it wasn’t the best I’ve ever had, but I’m sure if you keep practicing sucking dick you’ll get better at it.” He shrugs, turning off the shower, and opens the stall door while grabbing a towel to dry off as I stand there with water dripping down my body.
Owe me? As in… no he can’t possibly mean as a cheap prostitute? The possessive ownership when he dirty talked in my ear, the control he handed over even when he was in charge allowed me to let go of everything, to just be. Please don’t take this one good moment away from me!
Don’t ruin this!
Tears gather at the corner of my eyes but I quickly blink them away before he can see and straighten my spine because I won’t be treated as if that meant nothing when I know he felt the same connection I was grabbing with desperate fingers. If he wants to start a war, then so be it. I’m done being the person left at the curb, treated like garbage and someone forgettable. He won’t forget me after this, I’ll be his every thought every morning and before he falls asleep, while I’ll forget he ever existed in the first place.
"That was free, only because I couldn't stand the desperate stench coming off of you. That was a pity fuck, asshole." I'm proud of myself for how emotionless I sound, the evidence of pain gone from me even though it feels like a hole was punched through my chest and I'm still bleeding.
I step out of the shower without even bothering to look at him, walking naked to my guest bedroom door with my head held high. The silent prayer coming from my lips goes unnoticed by him, I catch his expression in the mirror as I pass by. If looks could kill, I'd be six feet under already and rotting in an unmarked stone cold grave.
Don't cry, don't let him see how damaged you really are.
I'm already in the doorway when his quiet voice reaches me, knowing I've been marked and targeted as a threat.
"I wouldn't get too comfortable, baby girl, people around here end up disappearing without a trace. I'll be watching and I will find out why you're really here." His tone says it all, he won't hesitate to kill me even though he just fucked me.
