Page 98 of His Good Girl
“Come to me,” he says.
Staring into those deep blue eyes, so full of wicked anticipation, I hesitate for only one moment. He is testing me. He needs to see that I would do anything he asks. As I drop to my hands and knees, there isn't even a question.
“Serena,” he rasps.
His cock twitches in response to seeing me on my hands and knees, ready to hurt myself to be with him.
With no thoughts but to get to him, I move forward, my palm crunching on the broken glass as I press down.
The pain isn’t even a blip on my threshold. Getting to Logan is the only thing on my mind. Slowly crawling forward, lacerating my palms and knees with the sharp shards of glass, his breathing is loud over the crunch of broken crystal underneath me,
“Serena,” he pants. “Oh, baby girl. You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
Smiling serenely, I continue forward, slowly, carefully, each movement strategically placed to ensure I cause myself the maximum amount of pain.
But still, I don’t feel it other than an annoyance on my way to reaching my target. An obstacle. A gauntlet that he has laid down. I will never disappoint him. I will do anything he asks me to do because I trust him and need his approval and praise. Those words that I know he will whisper to me when I reach him spur me on to reach my final destination.
Leaving bloody handprints behind me, I come to the edge of the field of ruined glass, triumphant when I look up at him.
The love and admiration in his eyes is all I need to know I did well, but Ineedthe words. I won’t survive without them.
He steps nearer and holds his hand out. Reaching for it, he clasps my fingers and helps me to my feet. My soles crunch over the fragments as he draws me to him. His lips crush mine in a kiss that is so passionate and deep, I moan softly. The sensation of his tongue exploring my mouth sends shivers down my spine. I cling to him, my body trembling with expectation, eager to explore further.
Logan pulls me into his arms, holding me close as we kiss deeply. His lips move hungrily against mine, and my body ignites with desire. His hands slide down my back, caressing my curves before resting on my hips. His hard body presses against mine, the heat radiating from him, intensifying my need.
He pulls away and brushes back the tendrils of hair that fell into my eyes, with a gaze so soft, I nearly die in his arms just to be locked in this moment forever.
“Good girl, Serena. You’re my precious girl, so brave, so bold. I adore you more than I ever thought possible.”
Running my fingers through his thick, dark hair, feeling the soft strands tickle my skin, I smile with pride and happiness.
“I will do anything for you, Logan. All you need to do is ask.”
“The same goes for me, Serena,” he says seriously, turning us around and backing up so he can walk over the broken glass away from me.
His breathing becomes ragged when I follow him, bleeding from the shallow cuts on my hands and knees and now my feet. But I don’t care. I want what he wants. My heart beats for him. My soul exists because he demands it. Without him now, I would wither away into a shell of nothingness, an abyss of torment and loss, knowing that my reason for living isn’t with me. He draws me over to the other side of the glass, showing me he would hurt because I hurt.
When we are free from the glass, he explores my body. His hands slide over my waist and up my sides, tracing the shape of my body before coming to rest just below my breasts. I can feel myself melting into him, my body craving his touch. He takes my hands, gently brushing the sticky glass away as much as he can, before kissing my palms. My breath hitches at the dark love he is showing me. It’s almost more than I can bear.
“Take me, Logan. I need your cock inside me.”
With a slow smile, his lips tinged dark red with my blood, he moves his mouth to my breasts, plumping them up and dipping his tongue in the valley of the mounds. Fisting my hands in his hair, I throw my head back, my mouth slack with the arousal coursing through me. Brushing his mouth over my nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through me, he attaches his mouth over one and sucks, grinding his teeth over the peak. My hands ache to move down his body, exploring every inch of his toned skin. Pushing him away, I take his hand and lead him to the sofa. Shoving him back, I climb on top of him, straddling him, feeling his hard, delicious length pressing against my pussy. My desire builds as I run my hands over the scratches of my name, over the muscles in his arms, and his chest, feeling them contract beneath my fingertips as his arousal overtakes him.
Leaning forward, my lips move to his neck, trailing feather-light kisses up to his ear. My tongue flicks out, tracing the delicate curve of his earlobe before I move down his jawline. He shivers at my touch, thrilling me.
Trailing my mouth across his collarbone before moving down his chest, my tongue swirls around his nipples, teasing him until his breath is a harsh rasp of longing. Logan’s hands grab my waist before moving lower, traveling down my stomach to my hips.
Moaning in response to his soft touch, my hips arching towards him, I take his cock in my hand and stroke him. He grows even harder, eager for me to slide my pussy over him. As much as I want to keep teasing him, I need him. Rising, I guide him to my entrance.
His heated look when he grabs my braid and tugs roughly, pulling my head back, is arousing, causing my pussy to get wetter.
Shoving him inside me, his other hand on my waist, he tilts his hips, pushing his cock further into me. We move together slowly at first, the sensation of his skin against mine, the way his cock feels inside me, drives me wild with pleasure. I moan, and he kisses me, tugging my braid harder. Our tongues dance together in a passionate frenzy. With each thrust, I'm drawn in deeper until I'm lost in him and he in me.
The intensity of the moment takes us by surprise as we reach our climax together quickly and fiercely, our bodies slick with sweat and trembling with pleasure. Clenching around his cock, he grunts, unloading into me with a look of pure gratification adorning his face.
“Perfect,” he murmurs. “We are perfect together.”
Slumping against him, we collapse to the sofa in each other's arms and lie there, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. I’ve never felt this close to someone before and never will again.
