Page 97 of Best Kept Secret
“I’mbleeding.”
He flashes me a devastating grin. “Red, baby, you are out of your damn mind if you think a little blood’s gonna scare me.”
With a shuddering breath, I relax enough, and he kisses my lips, gently easing first his index, then his middle fingers inside of me, slowly moving them in and out, his thumb rubbing my clit with just the right amount of pressure until I’m seeing stars.
“Holy fuck!” I gasp against his mouth, hips shifting, searching for more.
“So sensitive,” he utters, his grin cocky.
I nod, moaning something unintelligible, my head falling back as he brings me to the edge in a matter of seconds, fucking me with his fingers, curling them inside of me and hitting a spot that does something to me I’ve never felt before, setting me alight from the inside out as pressure builds deep in my core, threatening to explode.
“Logan, I?—”
“Oh, I know, baby,” he coos. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.”
He continues rubbing my clit with his thumb while fucking me in earnest, getting me so close until I’m almost there but thendoing something—I don’t even know what—so that I’m not quite able to come. It’s frustrating, but it’s also intoxicating. I’m on the edge of where I want to stay, but I also want—need—to fall. Between the feral look in his eyes and the way he’s playing me with his fingers, I’m spiraling higher and higher until it feels as if I’m almost floating, my orgasm within reach.
“Yes!” I grip his wrist, holding onto him to keep him there, but also to stop myself from falling. “Right there. Please don’t stop. Please,” I pant out.
Wrapping his other arm around my waist, he holds me flush against him, and then, with his mouth pressed against my ear, he grits out, “Come for me, Red,” as he pulls his fingers from me and slaps his hand against my clit, sending me hurtling over the edge with a loud mewling cry that sounds nothing like me as it bounces off the tiles around the bathroom.
“That’s my girl,” Logan praises, holding me steady while gently stoking my pussy as I come down from my depleting high.
“Oh, my God,” I gasp, a breathless, quivering mess. “That was so good.”
A hint of menace flashes in his eyes, his grin roguish as he leans in, grazing his lips against mine. “Now, I need to fuck my girl,” he husks, shoving his tongue in my mouth.
He kisses me like I’m what he needs to survive, and before I can even find my wits, before I’ve even stopped trembling with aftershocks from my intense orgasm, Logan picks me up again, forcing my legs around his waist and pinning me against the tiles.
“Is my perfect little slut ready my cock?” he grits into my mouth.
I love this feral, demanding side of him. Logan is the sweetest guy I’ve ever known, but when he flips that switch and becomes this borderline asshole, I’m almost ashamed to say that I’m mush.
“Yes,” I whisper breathlessly.
Kissing me, he’s far from gentle as he pushes inside of me, all the way until he’s bottoming out. Our kiss falters, and we’re just two mouths open against one another, not kissing, just lips touching, sharing hot, panting breaths.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I shift, desperate for him to move but pinned between his hard body and the wet tile, completely at his mercy.
Logan pulls out, slowly, inch by inch until he’s almost all the way out, just the head of his cock notched inside of me. And then he slams into me again, I feel it everywhere, the tension in the pit of my belly tightening yet again.
“Fuuuck,” Logan groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “I’m so fucking done. Ruined. You own me, Red. You fucking own me,” he growls, each word nearly unintelligible against my skin.
And right now, I don’t care that I’m on day three of my period. I don’t care that it’s probably a murder scene down there. I don’t even fucking care that there is likely blood all over Logan’s dick right now as he thrusts in and out of me. All I care about in this moment is being thoroughly fucked by this man right here, letting him claim me in a way no one ever has, or ever will again.
“This pussy is so…” Logan breathes hard, heavy, pounding into me so deep, each thrust leaving me breathless. “Fucking… endgame,” he chokes on his words.
Reaching between us, Logan’s thumb finds my clit, rubbing it as he pumps into me, his thrusts turning sloppy as his own need to come takes over.
“I love you, Red,” he utters, eyes heavy-lidded as he gazes into mine. “Fucking love you.”
I trail a hand up, cupping the back of his head and scratching his scalp. Urging his lips to mine, a moan slips out of me when he hits me deeper than ever, my back arching off the wall, his thumb relentless as he rubs my clit.
“I love you,” I whimper, kissing him. “Only you. Only ever you.”
“I’m gonna come,” he gruffs against my lips. “Come with me, Red.”
As if on demand, another dizzying orgasm rolls through me from the inside, surging through every part of my body, my thighs clamping around his waist, my walls clenching around his dick as he pistons into me.
