Page 45 of Target Me
“Yes, please,” I said softly.
“Good girl.”
Gripping the candle, he pumped it into me in the same long strokes as before, making me gasp in delight.
“You’re going to come for me again, hen. Tell me what you need.”
I groaned.
“Come on, hen. I want to hear you say it. Good girls get what they ask for.”
Flushing so hard I wondered if Logan could see it in the candlelight, I murmured, “I want you to keep stretching my ass and eating my pussy. Make me hurt.”
Logan made a choked sound and pulled the candle out. I hid my face. Shit, I’d gone too far.
“Eyes up, hen. Why are you hiding?”
“I’m a freak, aren’t I?”
Logan tugged on my shoulder until I sat up, turning me to face him. Tears burned my eyes.
“You are perfect, hen. Perfect. I just wish I had more toys for us to play with. You deserve the world, and all I have to give you is this run-down house. Never hide from me. And never hesitate to tell me what you want. I’m going to give you exactly what you asked for. Okay?”
I nodded and moved back into position as Logan slapped my ass.
“That’s for calling yourself a freak.”
I giggled, wiggling my hips at him in invitation. Instead, he slicked his fingers over my slit, dipping into my pussy and pumping them slow and deep until they were soaked, then moved them up to my ass.
“Deep breath, hen.”
I did as he said, breathing in and pushing back against him as he slid into me, scissoring his digits in a way that made my eyes cross.
“So tight. You’re going to take my cock so well. But for now…”
Continuing to alternate between pumping in and out, and scissoring to stretch in all the right places, he buried his face in my pussy, using his teeth to nip and bite me into a frenzy until I couldn’t contain it anymore.
My arms collapsed beneath me as my whole body turned to Jell-O. Shivers of pleasure cascaded over me, and all I could do was curl into a ball as they continued to work their way through me.
I hadn’t known this kind of pleasure was possible before I met Logan. I just hoped I lived long enough to experience all that he had to offer.
“Logan,” I mumbled, reaching for his hand. He kneeled beside the table, bringing his head close enough to mine that I could see every long, thick lash individually covering his sherry-colored eyes. Why did men always have such beautiful lashes?
“What’s wrong, hen? Can I get you anything?”
“Promise you won’t leave me? I don’t think I’m strong enough to survive that.”
He sighed, gently brushing my hair out of my face.
“You’re one of the strongest people I know, hen, but I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
16
LOGAN
Avery passed out shortly after, right there on the table. I cleaned both of us up and carried her into the bedroom, where she had laid out the sleeping bags, side by side. Seeing her curled up there, so small under the covers, made my protective instincts roar.
This woman was mine. I had to keep her safe, no matter what.
