Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
He was so big as he filled me again and again.
Overpowering.
Overwhelming.
“Your pussy is perfect, Aster. The way you fit me. Nothing has ever felt better.”
Pleasure gathered like the same storm that had brewed in his eyes.
Whimpers ripped from my throat with each relentless drive of his body.
“It’s mine, Little Star. All of you.”
He reached around and pressed his thumb into my mouth, making me suck, before he withdrew it and began to swirl it around my puckered hole.
Sensation raced.
Beautiful and dark.
“Feel me, Little Star.”
He worked it inside, deeper and deeper with each stroke of his hips.
He met the deep, maddening rhythm of his hard fucks.
“Logan,” I whimpered, not sure if it was too much or not close to enough.
I pushed back and drew away and got lost in the brightening glow of coming bliss.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded.
My fingers fumbled to my clit, unable to keep my knees from bending forward as I held onto the mirror with my other hand to keep myself upright.
Whimpers and cries of desperation flooded from my mouth, his name a prayer I would never cease saying.
He took me harder then.
Impossible.
Too much.
Too right.
His cock and his thumb ruthlessly, perfectly in sync.
My fingers frantically tried to keep up.
Stroking and stroking as pleasure swarmed.
It was a sea of sensation, rising from the deepest abyss. Growing stronger. A current that surged and swept.
He took me ruthlessly.
Merciless in this offering.
Vicious in this atonement.
I could feel nothing else but the man who consumed me.
Body and soul.
Mine.
He’d meant it.
And in it, I found the most beautiful bliss.
“Look at me, Aster,” he grunted through his raving strokes.
My eyes met the severity in his.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me? Your tight cunt and this gorgeous ass and your unforgettable face. I won’t ever let you go. Not this time. Not ever again.”
“I love you, Logan.” It came out with the air that wheezed from my lungs.
“Everything,” he muttered in return.
Our hearts raced, and our spirits shook, and our bodies begged.
Merged and twined and became one.
That dark sea swirled and thrashed.
Sensation erupted from the depths. From the places I didn’t know.
It eclipsed reason and sight.
He drove and possessed.
I split apart.
Soared.
Ripples of pleasure raced to touch every cell, to infiltrate every fiber.
“Oh god,” I cried, my knees going weak as pleasure took me whole.
Logan tightened his arm that was banded around my waist because I could no longer stand.
He continued to drive into me as my walls throbbed and pulsed around him.
“Aster…fuck…yes.”
He took his pleasure, and he gave me mine.
Wave after wave.
Unending.
Infinite.
Logan grunted low as he buried himself completely.
His body quivered and poured.
Bliss cracked through the room.
A blackout.
Dark, dark ecstasy.
Spent, I dropped to my knees when he loosened his hold, but Logan only scooped me into his arms.
His heart raced at a jagged beat, and his breaths pitched from his lungs.
“Logan.”
I bit my lip at the way he was looking at me. The man so gorgeous my stomach quaked all over again.
“What are you doing?” I whispered.
My heart twisted when he smirked. “I thought you’d get it by now that I take good care of what’s mine. Get used to it, baby, because I’m going to be doing it for the rest of my days.”
Shouts seeped through the walls. The countdown had begun.
“Ten, nine, eight…”
Logan held me tighter as his spirit danced with mine.
“Five, four, three, two…”
Logan mouthed the last, One.
“Happy New Year, Little Star.”
I pressed my face into the warmth of his neck. “It’s not just happy, Logan. It’s every wish I’ve ever made.”
FORTY-THREE
LOGAN
Morning light slowly brought me to consciousness. I was face down on my stomach, one cheek buried in a plush pillow and the blankets pushed around my waist. Glittering rays streamed through the window and illuminated the room in dancing golds and sparkling gems.
Or maybe I just felt like a motherfucking king.
I flopped onto my back and listened to the sounds echoing through the walls. A smile stretched wide as I heard the clattering of pans and the subdued pat of her bare feet.
The girl was a song that whispered in my ear and lured me to standing.
I shuffled into the bathroom, took a piss, and brushed my teeth before I tugged on a pair of sweatpants.
The whole time, I could feel her moving through the apartment.
This girl my destiny.
I sensed her like a tie in my being that could never be undone.
Quietly, I edged out of the bedroom. I stopped outside the door to take in the sight.
Aster was there, in the kitchen. She was barefoot and wearing the same button up I’d worn last night. She had the sleeves rolled up, the fabric swallowing her frame in the most exquisite of ways, hitting her right above those lush, gorgeous thighs.
Dark brown hair was piled in a wild knot, and there was a fresh dusting of flour on her cheek.