Page 68 of Bloom: Part 2

A jolt of desire shot through me. I clenched and unclenched my hands, planting my palms firmly on the ceramic tiles.

“Hmm. Push out for me, baby.”

I pushed, opening my hole for him. Two fingers coated in saliva slid in alongside his tongue. A gasp shattered my self-control, my muscles convulsing around the pleasure only Logan could give me. His hands on my hips steadied me, guiding me into a rhythm that matched his probing tongue and fingers. Fingers that curled inside me, brushing against the inner wall and sending an electric shock straight to my throbbing cock.

“Oh, Logan…” I choked out. The pleasure slipping through his fingertips and onto my overly sensitive skin was suddenly too much—and at the same time not enough.

“God, Bloom.” He smacked my ass twice and bit the right cheek. “Sometimes I think you were made to be fucked by me. Do you hate me for reducing you to that?”

“No.” I reached behind me and shoved his face back to my ass. “I’m satisfied being that for you. You know how much I love the way you fuck me. Oh, sweet Satan, just like that. Love the way you lick my hole. Please don’t stop. I need—”

I shook my ass in his face and almost shocked myself that I could. It seemed to drive Logan crazy. He raised, then released my cheeks to jiggle in his face, so I did it again and again while his tongue was buried deep inside me. I was leaking precum all over his counter, each throb of my cock bringing me closer to the edge.

His fingers glided along my inner walls with a sense of purpose, hitting spots that made me whine that it was too much, then beg him not to stop. I couldn’t figure out what exactly I needed, just that I needed so much, and it was all so confusing. He played my body like it was his own to do with as he pleased, and I’d never felt more wanted…more desired.

“So needy,” he said, fumbling with his clothes. When his pants were on the floor, he grabbed my hips and lowered me to kneel on the stool around the island with my front facing the back of the stool. The padding of the seat provided a cushion against my knees the way the counter didn’t.

After the last time we’d had sex like this in the kitchen, Logan had placed a bottle of lube in one of the cupboards. He quickly retrieved it, flipped open the cap, and squeezed a generous amount into his palm. I watched him over my shoulder as he spread the gel over his erection, then along my entrance.

“Kiss me,” I begged.

The kiss was awkward. We were both at the wrong angle, but when his hand rested on my neck, I almost came. Logan’s tongue twisted with mine as he pressed his cock against my entrance and thrust inside me in one slow but firm thrust.

Oh, sweet Satan, I’d missed this. Missed the rhythm of his body moving inside me, grinding against that sweet spot again and again, each thrust harder than the last.

“My god, Bloom.” His fingers bit into my hips, every stroke sending fresh waves coursing through me.

“Logan,” I gasped. “Do you like that? Is it still good for you?”

“So fucking good, sweetheart. Do you know how much I have to fight coming inside you early because I want you to come first?”

“Then you don’t mind I’m not that tight anymore?”

“Baby, every time I fuck you, it gets better. Hang on, baby. I’ll show you what your body does to me.”

Logan seemed to let go, his jabs hard against my ass, his pelvis grinding into me. I instinctively moved with him, meeting the rhythm of his ferocious thrusts. I gripped the back of the chair for support, unable to contain my cries as he pumped inside me.

“Logan. Logan, yes, oh fuck me, Logan. Pleasepleaseplease.”

“The things you do to me…” he whispered huskily in my ear, delivering soft nibbles down my neck that sent shivers down my spine.

“Logan…I’m…” The words stuck in my throat as my throbbing cock pulsed, my whole body tightening as I came.

The intense spasm of muscles and heated release left me panting and whining gently as Logan fucked me through my climax. Not long after, he stiffened behind me—his movements getting frenzied—a sharp intake of breath before burying himself deep inside me one last time. He pulsated as he came with a loud groan.

We remained entwined until our breathing slowed and our heart rates returned to normal; he pulled out gently, but my body still shuddered once more. Wrapping an arm around me, Logan cradled me against his chest while he brushed damp strands of hair from my face.

“You are absolutely incredible,” he said softly and pressed his lips to my shoulder. “Never doubt what you do to me or what you mean to me. Bloom, I love you so damn much.”

21

BLOOM

Pretending I was asleep wasn’t easy, but I did it. Logan whispered my name as though checking if I was still awake. When I didn’t answer, he placed a kiss on my naked shoulder. We hadn’t bothered to put clothes on since relocating upstairs, where he’d eaten his cum out of me, then fed it to me. It’d been the filthiest thing anyone had ever done to me and also the most intimate. I’d loved it.

“Everything I do is to protect you.” His whisper ended with a sigh that reached a place inside me that ached. I knew that sound. It was a sound of defeat. What was going on with him that he wouldn’t tell me?

He carefully got out of bed. I tracked his movements in the dark, heard the whisper of clothes as they grazed his skin. It was useless to ask him what was bothering him. He would never tell me, which was the reason I had to follow him tonight.

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