Page 89 of Meet Me in the Valley
I throw my head back, hiking my left leg over his shoulder so he can get deeper. Logan wraps the arm he’s holding the phone with around my leg while his free hand glides through his cum on my body, smearing it in lazy patterns. We moan together as he moves inside me, gradually picking up the pace. The playfulness is gone, and I watch Logan’s hooded gaze look to where he’s thrusting into me through the screen.
He angles the camera to where we’re connected, and I spread my right leg wider for him, slightly lifting on my elbows as he continues to tease my clit in circles, gathering my juices and mixing it with his cum.
My moans grow louder, my breaths more shallow, and my pussy clenching tighter the deeper he hits my g-spot. Over and over again like he lives there. It drives me wild.
“You think you can make this pussy squirt for me like last time?” he pants, angling his hips up to hit my sweet spot. I see stars—bright, burning stars.
“Y-yeah,” I breathe, “keep hitting it like that, and I’ll come all over your cock, Lo.”
Logan wastes no time getting me there. His brows pinch, and his eyes darken with determination to set me off. He’s begging for my release just as much as I need his. We breathe in unison, our moans mingling in a depraved song.
The familiar pressure builds down low, brewing into a menacing storm I know will crash into me with little warning. Logan’s body is taking me there as I feel the crown of his perfect cock stroke exactly where I need him to.
“I’m about to come,” I mewl, prompting Logan to rail me into next week.
His skin slaps against mine, growls unfurling from his chest, creating a dirty soundtrack to our fucking that ultimately sends me over the edge.
“Give it to me.”
The pressure is savage, tearing Logan’s cock free from my soaked, clenching cunt. I completely break apart, drenching him with the brutal force of my orgasm.
“Look at all that cum. Fuck yes. Keep going, baby,” he groans in awe.
I’m on the brink of blacking out as Logan wrings every drop from me, ruthlessly flicking my clit back and forth with the swollen tip of his dick as I squirt uncontrollably, soaking us both in hot, shameless waves.
I don’t have time to breathe before Logan slaps my pussy with his cock, drenching himself with my juices, then slides home.
I sob out his name as he batters into me like a wild man on the loose, wet and slippery from all of my arousal.
“I’m going to fill your pussy, baby. You ready?”
Am I ever.
We’re both hovering in a place between fantasy and reality, floating together in this carnal bliss I never want to escape. He ruts and punishes. Assaults and takes. His cock thickens againstmy inner walls, and I’m salivating for his release. I need it more than I need to breathe.
“Please come inside me, Logan. I want it,” I plead, clenching myself tighter around him until he finally lets go.
“Fuck, take it all, baby.”
A guttural growl rips from his throat, wild and untamed. The second I feel the heat of his thick release spilling inside me, another shattering orgasm blindsides me, tearing through my body and leaving me wrecked in its wake.
I’m spent. Done for. I almost forget that Logan’s recording as we both come down from the intensity of our climaxes. I can’t help but let out a breathy laugh. Logan wears a sated, dreamy smile, his cock still pulsing inside of me with the camera pointing at where we’re connected.
He leans down, kissing me with fire and passion. It has me sinking further into the mattress, melting at his touch.
“Look at the mess we’ve made,” he drawls, talking to the camera. He slowly slides out of me, capturing the white sticky substance leaking out of my hole. “Look at my cum leaking out of you, T. Makes me wanna shove it back in.”
Without a second thought, he’s gathering his arousal and pushing it back deep inside me, painting my inner walls with his thick fingers.
Pointing the camera to my face, I stick out my tongue, making him laugh. “So, Tia. My sexy ass minx. Goddess of sex and queen of my heart.”
“Shut up,” I giggle, taking my foot and pushing it between his pectorals.
“On a scale of one to ‘That was by far the greatest sex of my life, and I will never have a man who does it as good as Logan because he’s ruined all other men for me, and I now belong to him and no one else for the rest of my days’—how good was it?”
I shake my head at him, not bothering to smother the smile he’s always bringing to my face. This man did just give me the best sex of my life, and I’m already craving more.
“Definitely a one. I’ve had better.”
