Page 47 of Pucking Fake

He smirks, lining up at my entrance. "Yet, Peyton," he growls, slowly pushing inside me. "As in, one day soon, it won't just be my tongue or a finger in that perfect ass. It'll be my cock."

Oh my god.

"Don't pretend you don't love the thought. I feel you clamping down around me, already so close to coming all over me at just the thought." He surges forward, bottoming out in one delicious thrust.

"Am not," I lie.

"Fucking liar." He rocks his hips, pumping his finger in and out of me at the same pace. "You're desperate to know what it feels like, aren't you?"

"N-no." I bite my lip, fighting a sob. Trying to keep my eyes open as the onslaught of pleasure ricochets through my body ina way I've never felt. I'm full in a way I've never felt. And it is terrifyingly good.

"Little liar." His lips quirk into a grin as he fucks me, his eyes locked on my face. "I know you, baby. You're so fucking desperate for it that you're already on the verge of coming all over me."

"Then shut up and make me come," I retort, challenging and defying him because he loves it. Because, for some reason, the mouthier I am, the more it turns him on. He needs to be defied. He wants to work for it. Logan wasn't made for a meek, obedient woman. He was made for one like me.

No. He was madefor me.

He growls softly, unholy fire turning his eyes into twin flames of burning midnight blue. His hips slam into mine, pulling a loud moan from my lips.

"Is this what you want, baby?" he rasps. "You want me fucking you until you can't open that smart mouth to do anything but say my name?"

"Yes," I moan. That's precisely what I want.

"Good," he grunts, slowly pushing a second finger inside me. He fucks me like a storm then, pounding into me so ferociously I can't do anything but take it. His body surges into mine in powerful strikes that leave me breathless and shaking beneath him.

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

He still doesn't stop.

He keeps on and on, fucking me until I can't remember my name. I can't remember anything but what it's like to have him all over me.

And my god, he is all over me. He licks and bites and sucks, swatting my breasts, wrapping his free hand around my throat. He fucks my ass with his fingers the whole time, telling me every filthy, delicious thing he's going to do to me.

He's a force of nature, set loose on me at my request, so damn powerful and fierce I know in my bones that I'm not going to survive him. He'll either leave me in ruins or sweep me away with him. Those are the only two options. I think they've always been the only two options.

"Please," I gasp when another orgasm looms up. I can't take it. If I fall again, there will be no putting me back together. "I can't."

"Yeah, you can." He buries his face in my throat, still driving into me again and again. His fingers twist and plunge, driving me to the brink of madness. "You can do anything, Peyton. So come on my fucking cock again and show me just how strong you really are."

"Logan," I whimper.

"I've got you, baby." His lips brush my skin. "I've always got you. Be a good girl and come."

I can't resist him. Since the very beginning, I haven't been able to resist him. So I throw my head back, spitting defiance and screaming my surrender as I submit to the inevitable, and fall to his power.

Powerful waves drag me under, drowning me in a sea of ecstasy.

But this time, I don't drown alone. He's right there with me, groaning my name and drowning with me. Making a mess of both of us in the process.

"Perfect," he whispers in my ear when the waves recede, spitting us out to gasp for breath. He wraps his big body around me, allowing me to use him like an anchor. "You're so goddamn perfect, Peyton."

Tears sting my eyes, a vise clamped around my heart. No one has ever said that to me before. And no one has ever meant it.

He does. I don't even have to ask to know…he does.

"Holy crap!" Serena cries, flinging her arms around me. "It's been eighty-four years, Peyton."

I laugh softly, squeezing her tightly. "Settle down, Rose. It has not. I was just home the day before yesterday."

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