Page 78 of Risky Game

He’d torture me for answering, but I couldn’t help it. Every time Logan got his hands on me, I relished the pain. The pleasure. The commands.

“Yes, sir,” I whispered and clamped my lips together again as he twisted. Oh… it hurt. But it also sent a direct shock to my core I loved so much.

His eyes flared with approval, despite the glare, and he released my nipples, only to settle his hands at my shoulder. “Kneel. Suck me hard and make it quick.”

Fuck. God. His words. The darkness in them.

I dropped to my knees and took only a second to admire his thickness. The veins on his dick. The length of him. He was glorious and perfect and large everywhere, and before he could admonish me again, I wrapped one hand around the base of him and took him in my mouth.

I didn’t play. He rarely gave me time. With one hand at his thigh, to brace myself, I slid my hand from his shaft to his balls and took him deeper.

He’d only allow me the illusion of control for so long, and while he did, I gazed up at him.

He stared down at me, eyes already lost in pleasure, lips soft. One of his hands came to the back of my head and I took him deeper until I gagged, and he allowed me to move back. I swirled my tongue around his thick head, tightening my cheeks as I took him into my mouth.

That hand on the back of my head tightened, and I already knew what was coming before he said it. I stopped playing with his balls and rested my hand on his hip. “Open, all the way. Breathe through that nose and let me fuck you.”

My throat loosened on what was becoming instinct, and before I could prepare, he slammed his dick to the back of my throat, past the gag reflex that made tears pour from my eyes, and down my throat.

It was painful. It was incredible. He hadn’t taught me how to deep throat him so much as he did it and expected me to adjust. For all the softness he had outside the bedroom, outside sex, as soon as Logan got me alone, he was all rudeness and roughness.

And I loved every single second.

“Fuck, I love the way you take me.” His words were gentle. His hips thrusting hard and fast against my face were not. His balls slapped my chin, and I dug my fingers into his hips to steady myself.

It was messy. Loud. I took every thrust and treasured every pain-filled grunt he made until he clasped his other hand at my head and held me still. He slammed his dick into my throat and came. His dick pulsed, and my jaw ached. Tears fell down my cheeks and spit dripped off my chin.

“You’re so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, pulling himself out of me. He wiped my tears from my cheeks and helped me to my feet. “Turn around and brace your hands on the wall.”

On shaking legs, I listened, bending over the bench in my shower that Logan had come to love so much. He slipped beneath me, took a seat, and once he was settled, he helped me climb up. My feet were outside his thighs, my hands on the wall behind him. I had to trust him not to drop me, had to plant my feet on wet tile.

His fingers dug in so hard they’d leave marks on my ass I’d have to hide in swimsuits, but all that thinking and planning vanished when he yanked my sex to him and he ate.

I loved the way Logan went down on me. Like the rest of him, he wasn’t gentle. He wasn’t soft. He ate me like it was his singular focus in life, like he had to have me now. He ravished me with his tongue, quick, painful nips of his teeth at my clit.

He sucked, moaned, the vibrations driving me wild. And with the position, squatting over him, I had to drop a hand from the wall and grip his shoulder as my body trembled.

God, he was good at this. He could make me come faster than I made myself, which had to be some sort of heavenly gift God bestowed on him. I came, grinding my teeth and probably bruising his shoulder, and still, I was silent.

He ate me through aftershocks, played with my clit to drive me wild after, and then he was gently pulling me down to his lap where I draped my arms over his shoulder and pushed his wet hair off his face.

He glistened from my own wetness, and I leaned forward and licked his lips to taste myself.

“Fuck, I love it when you do that,” he whispered, hands at my lower back.

After he was rough, then Logan turned gentle. He took care of me, made sure I was okay. He brought me down from my high he forced until I was limp and liquid in his arms.

“That was a surprise,” I whispered and climbed off him.

“And a risk.” He stood, and his now soft dick swung thick between his legs. He grabbed my body wash, gave himself a quick rubdown, and then kissed me. “And I can’t stay. I really do have to get to the hotel.”

The Steel’s first game was tomorrow, his first regular season game as the head coach. All players and coaches stayed the night at a hotel the night before, but I knew that Logan would carry the burden of a loss on his shoulders even if he did everything right. It would also be my first night home alone with Amelia and while she and I were getting along and she was her usual friendly self with me, I had special plans for her so she didn’t think about not having her mom or dad around.

“I know.” I grabbed my shampoo and started scrubbing my hair. Logan lingered, eyes dropping to my breasts and further below. “You need to get moving.”

“I know. But now I want to fuck you again.” To prove it, he grasped his hardening dick.

The man had little to zero refractory period. Insane. Some nights, I was sure he could go much longer than I could.

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