Page 88 of Best Kept Secret
Watching him pump his dick, I slide one hand down my stomach and into the warm water, tentatively skating over my pussy. While playing with my nipple, I slip a finger between my folds, gasping at how slick I am. When I graze my swollen clit, I let out a throaty groan, my back arching.
“Jesus, fuck, I need more, Red,” Logan whines. “I wanna see you play with that needy little pussy of mine.”
Panting for breath, I glance around me, getting an idea. Pulling myself up and out of the water, I carefully sit on the side, my feet still in the water, the phone aimed at me from across the tub.
“Can you see me?” I ask, because I can’t fully make myself out on the screen.
“I see you, baby,” Logan coos. “And fuck me you’re a dream come true, Red.”
I grip the edge of the tub, careful not to slip.
“Spread your legs,” Logan directs me.
I do as he says, parting my thighs.
“Now rest one of your feet up on the other side of the tub forleverage,” he says. “And be careful baby. The last thing I want is for my girl to get hurt.”
I stretch my right leg up, resting my foot on the opposite edge of the tub, and he groans, the speed of his hand increasing as he pumps. And I know I’m fully open to him, know he can see everything, but I fucking love it. I’ve never felt so sexy, so wanted, so powerful.
“Now you show me how much you love me by making that pussy come, baby,” Logan grits out.
I glide my finger up and down my wet slit, flicking my clit with every pass, and fuck, I’m already so damn close, I can feel the coil in my belly tightening already.
“Imagine I’m there, sitting in the tub, my head between your thighs, eating that pretty fucking cunt like it’s my last goddamn meal.”
“Ohmygod!” I moan at his filthy words, circling my clit over and over, watching him fuck his hand with fervor. “Logan.”
“That’s my fuckin’ girl,” he rasps through heavy, panting breaths. “I wanna see you fuck that tight little hole with your fingers. Pretend it’s my fat cock sliding inside of you where I fucking belong.”
Again, I do as he says, sliding my middle finger inside of me, in and out. I’m still a little sore after last night and this morning, but it’s a good pain, reminding me that I belong to Logan fucking Cullen, that I’m his. That he’s ruined me for everyone. That he’s claimed me as his own. Adding my index finger, the pain subsides, and all I feel is pleasure, needing and wanting more, my hips shifting until I’m practically fucking my own fingers.
“Oh, God. Logan,” I simper, letting go of my breast and dropping my left hand to play with my clit, pressing it firmly.
“Fuck, Red. Look at you taking your fingers so well, fucking yourself like my perfect little slut.”
A cry tears its way up the back of my throat.
“Are you, Red?” he murmurs. “My perfect, filthy little slut?
I nod frantically. “Yes, yes,yes.”
“Yeah?” he coos. “Is my beautiful little slut gonna come for me?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, biting down on my bottom lip to stifle my own sounds.
“Slap your clit just like I did this morning.”
I do it, slapping my clit as I finger fuck myself, heat spreading through my body, fire rolling down my spine, stars dotting my vision as I hover right there on the edge.
“Come for me, baby!” Logan grunts. “Scream my fucking name.”
“Logan!” I cry out as my orgasm rips through me almost violently. “Yes, oh my God, fuck, Logan!”
I slip off the edge of the bathtub, falling onto my knees in the water with a splash as I ride out my orgasm, gripping the edge of the tub and fucking myself with everything that I have until I’m a quivering, depleted mess of ragged breaths and jelly limbs.
“Fuck, you’re pretty when you come, Red.”
With heavy-lidded eyes, I watch the screen as I try to collect myself, panting for breath. Logan is still jerking his cock, his movements a little sloppy, frantic, and I can tell he’s barely holding on.
