Page 46 of Pucking Fake

"I want to make you come, Logan," I whisper, flipping around to face him.

His gorgeous blue eyes locked on my face, all sleepy and dilated with lust. His jaw is scruffy. He has a pillow crease on his cheek. He's rumpled and undone, and somehow, he's more damn gorgeous than ever.

I reach for his cock, holding his gaze. "I want you inside me again."

"Fuck." He bucks his hips into my hand, rolling me beneath him. "It's about goddamn time, angel. I was prepared to do desperate, unholy shit to get inside you again."

"Yeah?" I squeeze his cock, jerking him off. He's so damn big I can barely wrap my fist around him. "Like what?"

"Don't ask," he growls, attacking my throat. "You just decided you aren't pissed at me. I'm not fucking it up now."

"Logan Moreno," I tease, running my thumb over the head of his cock. "Were you thinking about defiling me while I was sleeping?"

"Yes," he snarls, dragging my nipple through his teeth before biting down. "It would have been so easy, sweet Peyton. You were dripping wet, begging for it."

I moan, my back arching from the bed.

"You probably wouldn't have even stopped me when you woke up wrapped around my cock," he grunts against my skin. "You would have just begged me to keep fucking you."

"Do it next time," I gasp.

"Fuck." A bead of cum spills from the head of his cock, rolling down my fingers. He practically flings himself down my body, ripping his dick from my hand. Before I can even protest, my legs are over his shoulders. "Oh, fuck yeah," he groans. "Look how pretty and pink."

"Logan," I whimper, grasping a handful of the blankets.

"Hush, baby. Let me eat in peace," he murmurs, flicking his tongue out to taste me.

I don't let him eat in peace. Not even close. Because that first lick seems to unleash a beast between my legs. He roars like he just tasted heaven and buries his face in my pussy.

There is no stifling my cries or holding them back as he consumes me. He licks and sucks and bites, fucking me with his tongue one minute and then lashing it against my clit the next.

I come and scream…and then come and scream again.

"Logan!" I shout, trying to squirm up the bed away from him when he moves lower, flicking his tongue against my back entrance.

"Stop fighting me, Peyton," he growls, lashing an arm around my waist.

I sob wordlessly, squirming beneath him as he teases me with his tongue before replacing it with a finger.

"Relax. Let me in," he orders.

I sob again, nervous…too damn turned on to pretend I don't want this.

The tip of his finger slips in.

I whimper, pushing back against him.

"That's it," he croons. "Give me this greedy little hole too, angel. Make it mine." More of his fingers slips in, stretching me. Filling me.

"Oh, God, Logan. That f-feels so good. Why does it feel so good?"

"Just wait. It's about to feel even better," he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my clit before he carefully shifts around until he's kneeling between my legs, his finger still inside me.

"Logan," I whisper. "I…I…"

"Easy, baby. I'm not taking that pretty little hole yet. I'm just going to have a little fun with it while I'm inside you." He rocks his hips so his cock bumps my clit. "I want to know how it feels to be everywhere at once, ruining you."

"Y-yet?"

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