Page 73 of Billionaire Bachelor
“Dammit!” I shout. “Quit torturing me!”
“I said,not yet,” he repeats, right before spanking me again. “Thenext time you come, your tight cunt will be wrapped around my cock.”
My butt cheek warms from the smack, but when his lips press against the ache, followed by the gentle massage of his hand, I’m moaning and mumbling incoherently. He’s reduced me to rubble, and I can’t find a single fuck to give in protest.
After one more round of fingering-rimming-spanking-soothing-driving-me-crazy, Logan shifts behind me, grabbing onto my hips. And then…with one deep, possessive thrust, he’s buried inside me, dragging a sharp cry from my lips as pleasure splinters through me. My body trembles, already begging for more.
“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good this feels,” he murmurs.
You and me both, bucko.
He starts out slow, giving me a moment to adjust to the stretch. As we find our rhythm, Logan circles each one of my wrists, binding them behind my back for leverage. His thrusts become harder and more demanding, each one sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. In record time, I’m on the precipice, begging him not to stop this time.
Okay, maybe I throw in a few threats, too.
“So close,” I whine.
With one more spank, he says, “Nowyou can let go. Squeeze me with everything you’ve got, Rosie.”
A strangled cry rips from my throat as the orgasm crashes over me, pulling me under like a tidal wave. Pleasure blinds me, my head swimming in a hazy, euphoric fog. My walls clamp down around Logan’s cock, and with a deep, guttural groan, he thrusts into me one last time, shuddering through his own release.
I collapse as he withdraws from my body, folding my arms beneath my chin. After taking a moment to catch my breath, I ask, “Tell me the truth. How red is my ass right now?”
Logan releases a bark of laughter, rubbing said ass. “Perfectlyrosy.”
I groan. “You’re so freakingcheesy.”
I squirm when his index finger prods my entrance. “Andyou’reso fucking sexy with my handprints on your ass and my cum dripping out of you.”
I smile softly, turning my head to meet his gaze. “And apparently, you’re a caveman, too.”
“It’s a recent development.” He gives me a crooked smile as his eyes fall to the spot where his finger pushes that cum back inside of me. “And it’s one hundred percent your fault.”
I laugh, cringing as I feel a big glob drip out. Not missing a beat, Logan catches it, stuffing it back inside.
“You ready for round two?” Logan rubs my sore butt some more, placing soft kisses over the particularly tender spots. Pulling my hips back and my cheeks apart, his mouth descends, licking circles over the tight hole.
I moan so loudly, I’m positive my neighbors on all sides can hear. Shit, why does having your ass eaten feel so awesome?
“Plug me, baby.” I give my butt a little shake for emphasis.
“Your wish is my command, sweetheart.” His fingers dig into my butt cheeks as his breath ghosts over my sensitive skin. “And trust me, Pip. You’re going to fucking love this.”
With a sly grin, he grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand, spreading it over his index finger with a wink. I damn near purr when he spreads it around the tight ring of muscle, before slowly pushing inside. He adds a second finger, and the slight burn makes me tense up.
“Breathe, baby,” he coos. “I’ve got you.”
My muscles loosen as I allow him the space to work his fingers in and out. Once I’m moaning, and Logan’s satisfied I’m ready, he removes his fingers and reaches for the intimidating plug. He lubes it up before positioning it against my back door.
“Relax, Rosie.” His voice is steadfast and calm as he presses the tip of the steel toy against me. “I promise I’m going to make this feel so fucking good.”
“I know you will,” I whimper, my heart racing with trepidation and excitement.
I truly have no doubt Logan will ensure this is a pleasurable experience, but my brain can’t seem to wrap itself around how that supersized plug is supposed to fit in my ass.
Logan’s dick is bigger than the plug, Rosa.
Damn you, inner self! Not helping.
