She didn’t have time to respond before he flipped her onto her stomach. He stroked her ass cheeks with calloused hands. She loved the rough feel of them against her soft skin. It was incredible to her that he could use those hands either to spank or caress and produce the same heart-pounding effect.
“Lift your ass in the air.”
She did as he said, the vibrator still buried inside her. She was fighting like the devil to ignore the thing, but as she shifted, it hit one of her happy places. She gripped the sheets in her fists and winced, batting back the urge to come.
“God. I think I might hate you.”
He chuckled, completely unconcerned by her confession. “That’s good.”
Logan squeezed some lube in her ass. Lacy shivered when the cold gel hit her.
He slowly worked it inside her, adding lube and fingers over the course of the next several minutes. Lacy forgot to be nervous about what was coming as she worked overtime not to come. Somewhere in the midst of Logan stretching her ass, he bumped the vibrator up to the next speed.
She called him a long string of unsavory, rude names, but he ignored her and kept going.
Lacy was so focused on not coming, she jumped slightly when she felt the head of Logan’s cock pressing against her ass. At some point, he’d covered it with a condom.
“Oh!”
“Shh,” he soothed, running his hand along her back. “Say your safe word if you hate it.”
He’d only pushed the head in before she decided she wasn’t going to hate it. He was so much bigger than the plug and his fingers, not just in width, but in length.
“How much more?” she gasped as he continued to work his way inside with short, easy thrusts.
“Halfway there.”
“Fuck me,” she groaned, prompting him to laugh a little.
“That’s not the safe word.”
She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Keep going, asshole.”
He slapped her ass lightly. “That’s not it either.”
During their previous sexual encounters, she had been so focused on how fucking good the sex was and on finding a way to get him back in her bed, that she hadn’t had a chance to consider what it would be like to truly date Logan.
Words like fun and playful floated to the surface. Even as he dominated their play, taking her to places she’d never imagined in all her twisted, kinky fantasies, she couldn’t deny that being with him was as much fun as it was hot.
When he was fully lodged, he paused. “That’s it.” His words sounded almost pained, which seemed weird to her. She was the one being practically split in two. Then she considered how much control it must have taken for him to move so slowly, to give her this experience with as little pain as possible.
She took a second to adjust, marveling over how freaking much she loved everything they’d done together. Something told her a hundred years with the man wouldn’t be enough to get him out of her system.
“Lacy,” he murmured. He was holding on for her. “Baby…”
“Can I come now?”
A short burst of laughter filled the room. “God. You’re all kinds of perfect. Yeah. Come at will, gorgeous.”
With that, he began to fuck her. He kept his motions slow, easy. She appreciated his efforts at not hurting her, but it wasn’t enough.
“Logan,” she gasped. “Please. More.”
“As you wish.” He reached down and found the control to the vibrator. He cranked the thing on high and then it was game over.
He took her hard, driving deep into her ass, as Lacy came violently. One orgasm stretched into a second before Logan joined her. His fingers tightened on her hips as he jerked once, twice more. Then he fell to her side as she turned to face him. She shuddered when he reached between her legs to turn off the vibrator and pull it out.
“I think you killed me.”