Page 54 of Celebrity Dirt

My head falls back at how deep he is. The anger in each movement. The fullness as he takes me with no remorse. “Don’t think you’ve won. This is doing nothing for me,” I pant, biting at my bottom lip. “And for the record, the only reason I’m going along with this is that I saw one of Vincent’s men spying.” My lies cause him to work harder, deeper, into me. His anger is a deadly cocktail of lust, desire, and need. The feel of him is so intoxicating, I fear I’m going to bite through my lip. I arch my head back, and he doesn’t waste a second, feasting his wet lips down my neck.

“I’m sure you did. And I’ll pretend you being sopping, fucking wet for me is pretend too.” I squeeze his hair harder. A breathless moan falls off my tongue as my back slides up the door. I gasp, panting with each thrust. I fear I’m going to explode into a million pieces around him. “You still pretending, baby?”

“Yes,” I pant, riding his cock.

“Tell me, how far do you want to pretend? Want me to keep fucking you against the door? Take you into the bedroom and fuck you from behind? How about that little thing I do with my tongue that made you scream—”

I tug violently on his thick hair. Every inch of my skin is on fire.

“If you think I’m just going to bow to you, you have another thing coming.”

“Good. It’s about time I see your feisty side.” If I thought I was losing grip on reality before, the moment his lips capture mine, I free-fall into euphoria. His mouth is my end-all, the last of my will. He kisses me, hard and relentless and I become just as frantic, our tongues colliding in desperation for control.

My legs start to tremble as he mercilessly powers in and out of me. “Fuck, you’re so stubborn.” In and out. “Admit you want this and I’ll give you what you really want.”

“Never.” My eyesight starts to short out as he slams back into me. My mouth parts and my head slams against the door as a cry of pleasure escapes my lips. My walls clench around him as my sex starts to spasm.

Logan suddenly shoves off the wall.

Without missing a beat, he turns with me in his arms and starts down the hall. He tosses me onto the bed, latches onto my skirt, and rips it down my legs, taking my panties with it.

“Wha—What are you doing?”

“You wanna pretend this is fake? Then tell me this does nothing for you.” His head dips to my core. I squeal, grabbing onto his shoulders, but it’s too late. His tongue grazes up my slit. His fingers dig into my thighs. He laps me once, twice. On the third time, I’m afraid I’ve melted into the bed. My hands thread through his hair, and I shamelessly moan when his tongue thrusts between my folds. “What’s it gonna be, baby?” Shit! The humming of his voice against my flesh only intensifies my arousal.

“Hor—horrib—ahhh…” He slides two fingers into my soaked pussy.

“Come on, baby cakes, tell me you’re not drenched for me. Those moans are not meant for me. Your tight cunt is not begging. For. Me.” Three fingers, so much tongue, his filthy, filthy words, and I’m toast.

“Yes, yes,” I pant. My head whips back and forth. Once again, my body becomes not my own as I move my hips against his tongue. “Oh God, how am I…I’m going to…again—”

And like a bomb, I explode. Fireworks blast behind my eyelids. The warmth of his tongue and fullness of his fingers disappear, and I peel my eyes open. Logan tugs his jeans down his thick legs along with his boxer briefs.

“What’s it gonna be, Addy? Ready for a confession?” His lips curl into a smug smile. I hate that he’s stripped me bare, forcing my vulnerabilities to show. Can he see the pounding of my heart? The flush of my cheeks, giving it away that I’ve never felt so wanted or been taken to such levels before? The layer of goosebumps on my sensitive skin in anticipation of what he has in store for me next. Most importantly, does he see the look in my eyes that screams none of this was ever fake?

“Well?” he prods, forcing me to expose my true desires. Without waiting for my answer, he prowls onto the bed like a predator, ready to devour its prey. Inch by glorious inch, his body covers mine, and my throat locks. I wet my bottom lip with my tongue. What if he doesn’t want me to confess? What if I’m taking this little game too far and confusing what’s really happening? A mind game to prove who holds the power. His lips are mere inches from mine. I inhale a ragged breath, and at the last second, I chicken out. “I mean—”

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