He follows my movements. “I’m not going to stop playing until you answer me.”
“Maybe I’ll never answer.”
“Naughty little thing.” Logan’s touch falls away from my ass, but returns with a hand on each of my hips to spin me around to face the back of the shower. “Bend over.”
“What?” I sputter, but he’s already guiding my hands down to the inset bench in front of me.
“You’re naked, that means you like when I take control, and I think I can spare a little time to dirty us both up before we get clean.”
There’s something about his words in that deep drawl that has wetness dripping between my legs, and I know it has nothing to do with the water spraying from the multiple showerheads.
“What do you mean?”
His hard shaft slides between the globes of my ass, and I freeze.
Oh my God, he’s not going to ...
“I’m gonna fit my cock inside that pretty ass of yours, but not yet. No, you’re gonna have to be a really naughty fucking girl for me first.”
Logan adjusts his position to press his cock between my legs, but his thumb hovers right over my asshole as he moves in and out, dragging through my wetness.
“How could I possibly be that naughty?” My teasing words come out on a ragged breath as my nipples tighten.
“Oh, I don’t know ... probably bending over and sticking that ass out, maybe reaching back and spreading your cheeks wide for me. Letting me eat that cunt and that ass until you’re dripping. Then I might find some lube and see if I can fit a finger in that tight little hole. If you’re really bad, I might have to spank you first.”
Now I’m squirming in place, squeezing my thighs together, wishing he was doing everything he’s saying.
I’m seconds away from reaching back and spreading my cheeks when the head of his cock nudges inside my pussy.
“But not right now. Right now, you get just the tip. You think we can get you off this way? My dirty fantasies making you so wet, you’re ready to beg me to do whatever I want to you?”
I push back, wanting more, when his palm lands on the side of my right ass cheek.
“Bad girl. You’re only going to get what I give you.” He presses in an inch before retreating. “And nothing more.”
I moan in frustration but he pushes in again, giving me a few more inches.
“Just the tip, Banner. Can you get yourself off with just the tip?” He bends down without giving me any more, but his fingers cover my clit. “Or do you need some help?”
Logan Brantley has some kind of voodoo magic wrapped up in those fingers, because he strums my clit like he’s the master of it.
When my orgasm begins to break over me, he thrusts inside the rest of the way. I scream, and it echoes as he pulls out before fucking into me over and over, never letting up the pressure on my clit.
I come again, my inner muscles clamping down on his cock so hard, I’m amazed he can pull it free. But when the hot sticky spurts of come land on my ass, followed by his hand, I know I’m so fucked.
This man owns my body, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Chapter 33
Banner
It takes all the nonchalance I can muster to walk out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, acting like something potentially foundation-rocking didn’t just happen.
Logan’s casualness comes off much more naturally as he strides over to his dresser and grabs sweats and a long-sleeved shirt. “They might not be designer, but I figure they’re better than putting those smoky ones back on.”
I take the pile from him and pull them on. They’re big enough to be laughable, but definitely better than the alternative.
He looks at the clock and curses. “Shit, I really gotta get moving.” His eyes carry regret when he looks at me. “I don’t mean to—”