Page 111 of Bloom: Part 1

“Logan.” I gasped. “Do that thing with your tongue.”

“You mean this?”

He ran his tongue along the crease of my ass, and shivers racked through me. I groaned loudly, my knuckles white against the hard ground. He gripped my thighs, spreading me wider for him, and darted his tongue out. The wet sound of him lapping at my hole filled the room. Electric current zapped through me. I lowered my torso even more and spread my knees as far as my pants would allow me. I released my cock, grasped both my cheeks, and spread them.

“Right there, Logan,” I whispered as his tongue stabbed in and out of me. Rocking back into each thrust, I lost myself in thepleasure of Logan’s mouth. My nipples were so tight, and my body hummed all over under the worship of his tongue.

“Oh, my Satan.”

He slipped two fingers inside me, sliding them in and out of me fast while stroking my cock with his free hand. “Shh. Be good. We don’t want to alert the bad guys, do we?” He bit my ass cheek.

Ugh, I wouldn’t care if one of them popped in as long as Logan kept alternating his tongue and his fingers inside me like he was.

“How does it feel, baby? Do you like the way I take care of your gorgeous ass?”

“Yes. You own it. You own me, Logan. Please.”

Oh, dear Satan, I was begging. Begging for a man to fuck me. How low had I sunk? Yet I felt so fucking high and weightless.

Logan placed one last openmouthed kiss over my hole. The next second, that beautiful cockhead I might be a little more than addicted to, slick in saliva, pressed against my hole.

He hadn’t been joking when he said no lube would hurt. Even with him being gentle, slowly invading my body, it stung more than it had the other times he’d fucked me.

“So fucking tight,” Logan groaned. “Feels so good.”

And I knew then I’d take him, even if it meant being unable to walk for a week. As long as Logan was happy. That was all I wanted.

“Bloom.” I must have made a sound because he stopped moving. “How are you doing, baby?”

“Fine,” I squeaked.

He swore. “I knew this was a bad idea.” He reached beneath me to support my torso and pulled me up to my knees with my back against his. He rocked back on his haunches so he was sitting on his knees with me on his lap.

“I can take it.”

“Show me that you can. This way I won’t push past your limit. You take what you can.”

“Aren’t you afraid I’ll want everything?”

“Everything’s already yours.”

I shoved my pants down to my ankles to give me more room. Balancing against him, I spat in my hand and wet the rest of his cock that was not inside me yet.

“You don’t have to take all of it. Just ride the tip.”

“Okay.” I rocked back and forth on his cockhead, my body stretching to accommodate him. Logan’s hands were firm on my hips, guiding me in a slow, measured rhythm that matched my own. His hold was gentle but firm.

“Fuck…Bloom,” he hissed as my muscles clenched around him. “You ride that cock so well. Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself on my tip.”

But the tip wasn’t enough. It didn’t satisfy the ache deep inside me to feel him in my guts, buried as deep as humanly possible.

I sank down, stretching myself more as I took him all in. Pain laced with pleasure spiraled through me, a moan escaping my lips as every inch of him filled me.

“That’s more than just the tip,” Logan groaned, but he tightened his grip on my hips, so I knew he was loving it. “You could have at least stopped at an inch.”

“Why stop when I can have you balls deep?”

“You’re going to be sore tomorrow.”

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