Page 74 of Billionaire Bachelor
Logan reaches under with his free hand and slowly spreads my wetness around, circling my clit. As the tension in my limbs ease, he pushes the plug gently into my ass, inch by inch, until I feel the jeweled end sitting between my cheeks.
“Good girl,” he coos. “It’s in.”
I gasp as the plug bottoms out, trying to adjust to the fullness, but it’s not uncomfortable like I’d expected. Once Logan’s satisfied the plug’s in place properly, he starts raining kisses all over my backside, crawling up my spine.
He lines up behind me again, his cock pressed firmly against my core, thick and ready. “This is going to be a tight fit, so don’t forget to breathe, okay?”
God bless this man’s rapid refractory period.
“Okay,” I agree, focusing on my breaths as he pushes in.
“Christ,” Logan sputters. “So fucking tight. You doing okay, baby?”
I nod the best I can in this position. “Yeah.”
As Logan’s dick slides into me, I can feel it rubbing against the thin barrier between him and the plug. This isn’t the first time I’ve worn a butt plug during sex, but it’s like apples and oranges with the supersized version.
Or maybe more like apples and watermelons?
We groan simultaneously once he’s fully seated.
“Fuck,” Logan mutters. “I need a minute, or I’m going to blow faster than Teenage Me did watching porn for the first time.”
I giggle, making us both curse as the motion makes me clench, intensifying the fullness.
“Man, now I know how a double-stuffed Oreo feels,” I pant.
We both laugh at that one, causing more clenching, and more swear words.
Logan glides back and forth a few times, testing it out, a subtle tugging at the base of the plug with each thrust.
“I’m so full,” I pant.
Logan groans as he bottoms out again. “Good full, or bad full?”
“Good” I assure him. “Definitely good.”
My nerve endings are lit up, every sensation amplified. I can feel the drag of his thick cock as he slides in and out, the flared head as he nearly pulls out entirely. My walls are hugging him so tightly, I’m not sure how he can move a single centimeter, but it feels fucking amazing so I’m not going to question it. We’re a series of moans and grunts and bodies slapping as he picks up the pace, working up to an unyielding rhythm. The pleasure is almost unbearable, but there’s no way in hell I’m tapping out.
“I think I’m going come again.” I fist the bedding, a garbled keening noise falling from my lips.
“Yeah, you are,” Logan growls, thrusts becoming even more urgent. “And the moment you do, I’m taking your ass. I can’t hold off much longer, Rosie.”
“Oh god, it’s so good,” I whimper.
“I know, baby.”Thrust.“And it’s about to feel even better.”Thrust.
I don’t know if that’s possible, I almost say, but then the most earth-shattering orgasm known to man hits, and I’m a believer. I cry out his name, blissful tears rolling down my face.
Logan’s breath quickens as he fights to maintain control while I’m clenching around him. As I reach the peak, my entire body locks up, pleasure detonating through me like a live wire. He groans, his hands gripping my ass, keeping me pinned in place as he fucks me through it, making sure I feel every last aftershock. My limbs shake, breaths coming in short, desperate gasps.
Logan leans in, pressing slow, open-mouthed kisses along myspine, his breath hot against my damp skin. His cock is still nestled between my thighs, thick and pulsing, the weight of it a heavy promise. As I begin to catch my breath, I feel his fingers glide lower, followed by a gentle tug. A low moan escapes me as he slowly eases the plug out, the sensation sparking delicious tremors down my spine. Then, his fingers tighten on my hips, and suddenly, I’m weightless, flipped onto my back, spread out beneath him, my legs parted wide as he moves over me.
My head spins as he presses my knees up toward my chest, completely baring me to him. His cock drags against my over-sensitized core, the slick head teasing. I don’t know when he managed to grab the bottle, but I startle as a ribbon of cold lube drips over my center. My gaze shifts to Logan, and I watch intently as he works the lubricant over his shaft. His cock is thick and powerful, glistening under the dim light with every stroke, accentuating its impressive length. The slick sound of Logan coating his shaft echoes throughout the room, building the anticipation of what’s to come.
“Relax, Rosie.” Logan rubs my thighs soothingly as the flared head slips inside of me. “I can’t get in if you don’t breathe, baby.”
He slowly massages my quads, my hamstrings, and then my calves until I’m practically melting into a puddle before him. I take a deep breath, releasing it as he sinks in deeper.
