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.