Page 41 of Three Hearts Hideaway

He clicked on the small but powerful bullet vibrator, circled his arm around Ava, and placed it gently against her clit. She immediately moaned and bucked against his hand.

Good. He needed her to be as ready as possible.

He worked the bullet against her clit while working a second finger inside her ass. Then a third. Stretching her slowly, preparing her to take every inch of him.

She was a needy mess, writhing on the bed, breathing hard against the makeshift gag, desperate for more. Whenever she got close to climaxing, he jerked the vibrator away. There was no way he’d let her climax without him inside her.

Logan got himself ready. Stroking his cock base to tip with the lube. His body shuddered in anticipation. He couldn’t wait to be inside her, having her ass grip his cock tight. Spreading her cheeks, he set his tip against her asshole, slowly pushing in.

“Two taps, remember. But you’re going to do your best to take my dick like a good girl.” She responded so well when he gave it to her rough and hard, but he was always slow and gentle at the start of this process. Before he really got going, she needed to adjust.

She nodded again, whimpering into the sheets, fisting them with her hands.

He added more lube, then pushed in deeper. For all that was holy, he wanted to slam right home. “You’re so tight,” he moaned.

Her ass eagerly accepted him. Finally, he was seated inside her to the base of his cock. He took a second to bend over her and drag his tongue along her spine.

Inch by inch, he rocked in and out, until the motion was easy and fluid. Ava pressed against him, silently begging for more. The time for being gentle was done.

Logan wanted her dripping everywhere by the end of this.

His grip on Ava’s hip turned punishing. He yanked her against himself again and again, rocking into her, his own orgasm climbing rapidly. He wouldn’t come before feeling her squirt again.

He pulled out and laid down face-up next to Ava on the bed. A whine escaped her lips as she lost contact with him and the vibrator.

“Get on top,” he ordered. “I need you to soak me while my cock is in your ass.”

Ava quickly obliged, straddling his hips. He saw the same hunger he experienced mirrored in her eyes. Logan took in her form while she lowered herself onto him once more. The curve of her hips, the slight waist, the heavy handful of tits. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips full and swollen from earlier. He’d never seen a more beautiful sight in all his life. In this instant, she was his perfect slutty toy.

A moan escaped Ava’s lips around the makeshift gag and brought him back to himself. She was working herself up and down his shaft, hands braced against his chest.

His orgasm was threatening to explode once again, but he needed to feel Ava come on him. Needed it like the air he breathed.

Pressing the bullet vibrator to her clit once more, she began to buck against him. “Look at you, Ava. My filthy little slut,” he groaned out between gritted teeth. “Come on me. Soak me. We’re not done here until your arousal fucking drenches me.”

Her release flowed out of her on his last word. Warm and wet, coating the base of his cock, spreading to his hips, and dripping onto the sheets below him. She cried out against thegag, and the sound of her voice shot straight to his cock, pushing him over the edge. He let loose inside her ass, filling her with his cum.

Ava didn’t relent. She kept riding him, slowly, as he orgasmed. A guttural sound poured from his clenched teeth as he kept coming.

Never in his life had he experienced a climax so long or so intense.

He sat up to meet Ava, still straddling him, and circled his arms around her waist, pressing his face against her breasts. He breathed in and out slowly, trying to calm his racing heart. Reaching up, he untied her gag and let it fall on the sheets, then placed his arms back around her.

Gentle lips pressed against the top of his head. Ava rained slow, sensual kisses anywhere she could reach while he collected himself. He should be taking care of her, comforting her, not the other way around. But something about her broke through his barriers. He’d let loose with her tonight. Trusted her to take it.

And if he could trust her with this, couldn’t he trust her to be there for him in other ways? As someone to talk to, someone to support him, someone to be his person?

How was this going to work? The obvious chemistry between her and Roman was something special. Where did he fit in? Logan didn’t want this to be a one-time fuck. Initially, that's what he wanted. But sometime this past week, something changed.

Maybe it was her so freely helping them out with the bed and breakfast. Never complaining, always ready for the next task.

Maybe it was her confidence and ability to meet him head on. It took her but a couple days to not tolerate his bullshit. The way she challenged him after he brought her that douchebag’s hat was remarkable.

Maybe it was just her.

Whatever it was? He needed to hold on to it. The three of them had to figure this out, because he wasn’t letting go.

Chapter Fourteen

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