Page 88 of Meet Me in the Valley
TIA
Bang bang bang.
“Fuck, that’s it.”
Bang bang bang.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
Bang bang bang.
“Oh my god. Right there, Logan.”
My eyes roll to the back of my skull as Logan pounds into me relentlessly, slamming the headboard into the wall. I’m afraid security might show up because there’s no way the entire hallway of this hotel isn’t hearing us right now.
The noises he’s drawing out of me are so lewd and indecent as I press my palms flat against the headboard above my head with my ankles up by his ears.
I’m covered in his cum. It’s all over my stomach, my tits, my neck. I had this insatiable need for him to mark me, then begged him to fuck me with his release literally dripping off my body.
His mouth drips with filthy praise, curling heat down my spine with every piston of his powerful hips.
“Look at you covered in my fucking cum.”
“You’re so damn tight.”
“Tell me you want it harder, baby.”
God, I’m so close to coming with his words alone. I selfishly rake him in. Every muscle in his gorgeous body strains and flexes, and I’m reaping all the benefits as he sends me further into outer space.
I’m losing my mind, floating and falling all at once. It’s all-consuming, drowning me in a sea of powerful emotions that fills my head with a lust-filled haze. I can’t tell up from down or east from west. I’m just spiraling into the unknown, putting all of my trust in Logan.
Trusting he’ll take care of me. Trusting he won’t hurt me. And trusting he’ll love me the way I dream of him loving me.
But I’m bound to him right now, letting him take my body and suck my soul clean. The pleasure he gives me is other worldly, setting off an electric current that’s running through my blood.
“Jesus, baby. If you could see how fucking sexy you look right now, taking my dick,” Logan grunts through his thrusts, perched up on his knees as his hands grip the back of mine, spreading me obscenely wide for him.
“Record it,” I taunt, raising my eyebrow in challenge.
His hips slow, more in a rolling motion now than a punch. “Are you being for real?”
I eagerly nod with a smirk. “I’m being so fucking for real, Lo. Record us.”
“You know it’d be for our eyes only. I’d never show it to anyone, baby.”
I moan as he pulls himself all the way out, then pushes back in at a teasing pace. “I know. I trust you.”
I twist the upper half of my body toward the nightstand where Logan’s phone lies. With Logan still inside of me, I unlock the camera and hand it to him. I feel his cock twitch when he holds the phone over me, his crooked grin looking more sinister than its usual playful nature.
I hear the beep that indicates he’s recording, and give him my sexiest smile to the camera with a wave. If this were anyone else, I’d feel awkward and maybe a little insecure. But not with Logan. Never with Logan. This was my idea, after all.
“Alright folks, Logan here reporting from inside Tia’s pussy.”
I bark out a laugh, covering my face with my hands. He’s so stupid. I feel a flush bloom on my neck, creeping up to my cheeks when Logan bats my hands away, chuckling.
He points the camera at my face, but I look past it and hold his gaze instead. His eyes soften when he notices, then flare with heat as he pans the camera down my cum-covered body. He’s still inside me, hard as steel.
“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to fill up this pretty pussy,” he rasps, reaching down to gather his cum, then using it to rub my clit.
