Page 85 of Revenge Cake

I stiffen. “Logan, be careful. The fabric is really worn.”

“I will,” he says, but I know he barely heard me. He’s too far gone. I wince as he yanks the shirt upward.

The ripping sound echoes across the room.

“Oh, shit,” he mumbles.

My mouth hangs open as I stare at the torn, crumpled fabric in his hands.

Oblivious to my distress, Logan tosses the destroyed T-shirt on the floor. “I’ll make you another one.” With that, he plunges forward, all but devouring my mouth after our lips meet.

When I grab him by the shoulders and push him back, he gasps. His eyes are glazed and a little bewildered as he stares back at me.

“I don’t want another one. I want that one.”

His bedroom eyes grow wider as they roam my face. A small smile tugs at his lips. “Aww, Lani. Did you really like it that much?”

Unable to stand his piteous smile, I look away. “Of course I did.”

He gathers me close, and I catch the scent of his spicy body wash when my face presses into his chest. “That’s really cute,” he says.

“Don’t be a dick.”

“I’m not being a dick.” I hear a smile in his voice. “I think it’s really sweet.”

“Just fuck me already.”

When he chuckles, I feel the vibration against my cheek. “Okay, honey.”

He doesn’t waste a moment. Before I can blink I’m fully naked and he’s thrust himself inside me. “Fucking Jesus Christ!” he shouts, looking almost pained. He moves in me and I can feel it all the way to the tips of my toes. I release a low, guttural moan. He lowers his mouth to my chest, grazing his tongue over my nipple. I gasp at the wet sensation. When he moves again, I cry out.

His thrusts become faster. I can hear the slickness between us as he pulls in and out. “I’m sorry, baby.” His voice is strangled. “I can’t go slow anymore.”

“No, this is good! I want you to fuck me. Slam into my pussy. Hurt me with your cock!”

He grows very still, and I feel his shoulders tense beneath my hands. “Oh Jesus, no. Don’t do this to me, Lani. Not now. I’m barely hanging on.”

Even in my erotic haze, I can’t help but smile. I love this about him. I love how he can’t stand it when I talk dirty, as if the pleasure is so agonizingly sublime that he has to shut himself off from it.

“I’m sorry,” I draw out the words.

He presses a hard kiss against my neck. “No, you know what? It’s okay. Keep talking dirty. Tell me everything you want.”

When his hard eyes meet mine, I know he means it. I stretch my arm forward to cup his balls. He hisses as I rub the soft skin.

“Okay, this is what I want you to do. Grab me by the hips and pound into me, and don’t be gentle, Logan. I mean it when I say I want you to hurt me. Pretend like you’re trying to split me in half.”

He hisses, as if in pain, but he follows my command. He grips my hips with his large hands, thrusting so hard my head presses against the wall. Heat radiates through my body. “Logan!” I cry out.

He gives me another hard thrust. “Yes, baby.”

I grab a handful of his hair and yank his head back. Raising my mouth to his neck, I take a hard bite. He whimpers, thrusting his hips so hard my head bangs into the wall this time. Heat shoots into my abdomen as I lift my hips to meet his. “Touch me,” I whisper, and without wasting a moment he places his fingers on my clit and rubs it in the circular pattern he’s memorized. I bite his shoulder as the wave of euphoria crashes over me. “Logan,” I sob through clenched teeth.

As my body slackens he thrusts harder and faster. As if from a faraway distance, I hear him cry out before collapsing on top of me. His chest heaves against mine. I’m still limp when he lifts his head and presses soft kisses over my face. “I love you,” he whispers between kisses.

I press my face against his sweat-dampened chest and nuzzle it. “Mmm.”

The pressure of his grip on my chin startles me. When I open my eyes, I see determined green eyes staring back at me. “I love you,” he says, his tone firmer this time.

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