Page 96 of His Good Girl
“I need to go and think about this.”
“Of course. Please, Serena, don’t blame yourself, and I’m so, so sorry, baby. We love you, please know that.”
“I do.”
Hanging up, I blink at Logan.
“Wow. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“No, that was heavy.”
“Ugh!” I cry suddenly. “I am so sick of this. Just fuck me and help me forget all this shit for a bit.”
He grins wickedly. “Oh, you don’t need to ask me twice.”
He hauls me to my feet and spins me around, cupping my breasts as he nuzzles my neck.
“Rough, Logan. I want to feel every inch of my skin bruised, used, and ravaged.”
“Done, baby girl. And when this night is over, I want you to move in here with me permanently so I can never have you out of my sights.”
“I need to work.”
“No, you don’t. I have more money than I know what to do with.”
“Fuck that. I don’t mooch.”
He chuckles. “Mooch away, my good girl. I cannot wait to spoil you rotten and take care of your every whim. Please let me.”
The shiver that tingles over my skin is electrifying and exhilarating. “So you’re going to be like my sugar daddy?” I tease with a snort.
“Err,” he stammers. “How old do you think I am?”
Spinning in his arms to cup his face and press my body against his, I rub my thumb over his bottom lip. “Who the fuck cares? We’re in love, that’s all that matters.”
“Agreed,” he murmurs before he plunges his tongue into my mouth, bruising my lips, just like I asked.
Taking my hand, he leads me through his apartment with a mischievous glint in his eye. Guiding me to the dining room table, my heart pounding as anticipation builds within me.
How did he know what I wanted?
How does he always know what I crave from him?
He spins me around, pulling the pins out of my hair so the bun unravels the braid. He glides his hands down my curves, removing my clothes bit by painfully slow bit until I’m left naked and wanting. Pushing me forward, my breasts hit the table, and I gasp as the chill of the glass peaks my nipples. He strips off and throws his clothes on top of mine before his hands roam my body, exploring every inch of me as I arch my back like a contented cat. He flicks his tongue over the tattoo at the base of my spine, making me quiver with longing. His touch becomes more demanding, his hips pushing me further into the table. Grabbing my braid, tugging me closer to him as I bow my back against the strain, I gasp. Running his fingers down the curvature of my spine as his lips move to my neck, kissing and nibbling until I can barely keep still, waves of pleasure radiating through me. He pulls his mouth away, pressing his hard length against me. Turning my head, using my braid to guide my movement, Logan’s mouth is on mine again, our tongues dancing together as he begins to slide himself inside me.
He grunts with pleasure as his cock slides deeper and deeper into my pussy, pushing my pleasure higher and higher. The strength of his thrusts is causing the table to dig into me, hurting me, but I want it that way. He pushes me closer to the edge of pleasure when his movements become savage as he drives his hips against mine. A delicious heat builds up within me, making my core ache for a release. Our moans mingle in the air, the sensation of his cock pounding my pussy, slamming into me, pushing me higher as he grips my hip and tightens his hold on the braid. Reaching my peak, I scream, my entire body quivering as Logan's thrusts become more insistent, pushing me further into a state of pure bliss. Opening my legs wider for him, pushing my ass out so he drives deeper into me, I know the climax is close. It’s hovering there just out of my reach.
The words.
I need the praise.
“Does that feel good?” I moan, trying to encourage him.
He chuckles, knowing my game. “Oh, yes, baby girl. Fuck, you feel so hot around my cock. Am I hurting you?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
