Page 39 of Three Hearts Hideaway

A sharp smack to the side of her ass sent goosebumps across her skin. A second spank in the same spot had her moaning. A third had her crying out, “More.”

More of everything.

“I’ll decide what you get more of, sweetheart.”

Logan’s fingers soothed the sting with a brief rub before tugging her hair and wrenching her flush against his front. Her back to his chest. He pumped in and out of her, not missing a beat. The wet sounds vulgar in the quiet air of the cabin.

His hand snaked from her hair to wrap around her waist possessively. She mourned the loss of the stinging sensation on her scalp. She ached for his punishing touch. If not wrapped inher hair, then somewhere else. Anywhere else, as long as he was touching her.

“Please,” she whimpered, barely audible over their heavy breathing.

“Please what?” he growled in her ear.

“Please touch me.” Her voice was a whisper. The harsh pump of his cock inside her was making her unravel.

His free hand lifted the front of her skirt, and his middle finger slipped between her folds. It grazed against her clit, drawing perfect circles. Her whole body shivered in response.

“Such a needy little slut.” Pulling his finger away, he held it in front of her face. “Taste,” he commanded.

She eagerly opened her mouth and accepted his finger, sucking her own wetness off his skin. He yanked free of her mouth and craned her head to the side. His lips met hers in a brutal kiss, tongue invading, opening her deeper to him. A low groan rose in his throat.

“Fuck, Ava,” he panted, drawing back. “You taste so good.”

His fingers went to work on her clit again while his cock drove into her from behind. A piercing slap to her clit rocked her entire body. Her inner walls started to spasm.

“Come on my cock, sweetheart,” Logan moaned in her ear. “I wanna feel you shatter in my arms.”

Another sharp slap to her now overly-sensitive clit sent her racing toward her orgasm. Logan’s teeth nipped the side of her neck while he slapped her clit one last time. She erupted in wave after wave of hot pleasure. Logan’s movements shuddered and slowed as he climaxed alongside her.

Their ragged breathing was the only sound in the silent air of the cabin. Logan removed himself from her pussy and flipped her to face him.

Then he was descending on her, kissing her, moaning into her mouth. His tongue met her own, swirling around in a heateddance. His hands were in her hair, on her back, squeezing her breasts. He was everywhere at once.

“I want more of you,” he grunted, shoving two fingers inside her aching cunt, slick with his cum.

Ava gasped. She was sore, but the intrusion was such a good hurt, she welcomed it. He pushed in a third, drawing his fingers up and in, up and in. Over and over. Her head was spinning.

“Do you want more, little whore?” His voice was dark and wild. The sound of thinly veiled restraint.

How did he know what to say to her? How to stimulate her just right? It’s like he was inside her head.

“God, yes,” Ava cried out, riding his fingers now as he worked them inside her. “I want more. I want you.”

Of course she did. How could she not? She wanted him to edge her until she was a blubbering mess. She wanted him to take control of her body. She wanted him everywhere, in every way, punishing her with his touch.

“Thank fuck,” he breathed, dragging his fingers out from inside her. He threw her over his shoulder and made his way to the secret door at the back of the kitchen. “I’m only getting started.”

Chapter Thirteen

LOGAN

Ava laid on his bed, head hanging off the side. His cock was buried in her throat as he fucked her face. She gagged and drooled and, he knew, loved each second. His mind reeled with the ways he could make her come.

Her naked body was spread out on the bed before him. She was perfect. Her tits were bouncing from the force of his cock driving into her mouth. She had one arm wrapped around his hips, digging her nails into his ass cheek. The other was on her clit, playing with herself as he drove his dick mercilessly into her throat.

Her legs were spread wide open, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to bury his face between them and eat her cunt like it was his last meal. He needed to taste it. Just the thought had him spilling down her throat. She coughed and gagged, then swallowed around him.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

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