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)
Logan curled a hand in my hair as he met me, his hips barely lifting from the mattress. He spread his other palm out over my bottom to guide me in the slow, seductive rhythm.
In the hazy, iridescent light, our bodies rolled.
Hitched and bucked. The sounds that wheezed from our mouths was close to silent, bated in the thickened, dense air.
It felt as if another chink had come loose somewhere. The reservations holding me together were steadily, quickly, resolutely breaking apart.
Soon, there would be no foundation.
Just a freefall with no chance of survival when we struck the bottom.
We’d hit it, I knew we would. But the falling felt so good.
The pleasure that built and buzzed.
The whooshing of the blood in my veins.
Logan held me by the back of the neck, our noses close to touching, though he didn’t bring me any closer. He just rocked against me again and again while he watched me with this look that I knew would do both of us in.
“Logan,” I finally whimpered. Needing more.
“What do you need, Little Star?”
“I need you.”
He shifted us so his cock was no longer against where I needed him most, but his fingers were there instead, slipping beneath the edge of my underwear.
My walls clenched around his fingers when he drove them deep.
I moaned.
Whimpered.
Rode his hand.
Harder.
Rising up on my knees and grinding back down.
His hold tightened on the back of my neck. “Do you like it when I fuck you with my fingers, Aster? Wait until it’s my cock. Do you remember what that was like? How I fit you?”
This time the moan that rolled up my throat was desperation.
“Please.” My nails scratched at his chest, clawing for a way inside, while my mind raced with all the inevitabilities.
We were going to end up a broken pile of rubble.
Toppled stones. A house of ruin.
Logan flipped me onto my back.
I gasped when he shoved his underwear down and freed himself.
He fisted his shaft and ran his hand up his long, thick length.
My entire body arched from the bed. “Please.”
He dropped down closer, and he rested on one forearm while he continued to stroke himself with the other. His mouth was at my ear. “I’ve wanted to hear you beg for so long.”
“Is that what you want? To punish me?” I asked him the same thing I’d asked last night.
Because this was torture.
“No, Aster. I want to touch you. Please you. Make you feel the way only I can. I want to worship this body the way it deserves to be worshipped. Take you hard and soft and every way in between. Give you the pleasure only I can give.” He gritted the words between clenched teeth.
“I’m going to send you to the stars, and then I’m going to keep you there because when I finally have you, I’m going to make you come again and again. And you’ll beg me, Aster, I promise you, you’ll beg me…but I will be more than happy to oblige. But not until you know. Until you understand. You are mine, Aster. Mine.”
A needy whine rolled from my tongue.
Logan pulled the crotch of my underwear aside and pressed himself against my center.
I cried out at the tiniest flare of relief.
At the heated, hard, velvety flesh of his dick where he rubbed himself through my lips.
It was pure sensation overload.
I was slick and wet, and he slipped through me like a perfect, miraculous tease.
Friction and torture.
Friction and torture.
Because I wanted all of him. To let go.
The tip of his head was engorged, fat and throbbing, driving me mad where it hit me each time he rubbed it over my clit.
I met him, rocking and grasping and pitching in a bid to get closer.
“Logan.” My nails scraped down his bare back. Pleasure raced and gathered. Tingles that swelled and spread.
Rising.
Lifting.
Taunting.
Ragged grunts tore up his throat, and he dropped his forehead against mine as his hips snapped in a frenzied play of pleasure.
Rutting and jerking.
Giving in his restraint.
“Aster, what you do to me. Do you understand? Do you have any idea what you mean?”
His thrusts became rigid, faster and harder.
Bliss built.
Built and built, until I broke.
Euphoria.
It scattered and blew as the orgasm ripped through my being. A shockwave that rushed like wildfire. Consuming. Destroying.
And still, it was not enough.
This man who was too much.
Overpowering.
Everything I’d ever wanted.
He thrust twice more before every muscle in his body bowed in ecstasy, and he was quick to push up the slip I wore.
He came on my lower belly, my name a low, searching moan.
“Aster.”
I writhed below it, aftershocks rocking me through, my hips still pleading.
My eyes grew wide when he swirled his fingers through the spill of his body then he pushed them back inside me. He drove them in slow and deep three times, then his mouth was at my ear, “Soon.”