“What about this?” he asked, pulling out and then roughly pushing his fingers back into me. “Who does this pussy belong to?”
“You,” I sobbed, lifting my hips, lost in a vortex of pure sensation. The feeling of surrender and complete vulnerability enflamed my desire. “My pussy belongs to you. It’s only for you to fuck.”
“Will anyone else ever touch your pussy?” he asked in a low, rough voice. His thrusts became faster and combined with his thumb, which was stroking my swollen clit, I didn’t know how much more I could take before I came undone.
“No,” I said, breathless. “Only you. My pussy is only for you. It’s only for you to fuck. Fuck me, Logan. Use me as your slut.”
Logan growled, seeming to lose control at my words. He grabbed my panties, pulling them down so roughly that I could hear them ripping. He threw them aside and gripped my hips, positioning me so that I was completely open to him. He entered me in one swift thrust, filling me completely to the point of pain.
“Is this what you want?” he asked in a thick voice as he pounded into me over and over again. “Is this how you want to be used?”
“Yes,” I sobbed, my head shifting from side to side restlessly, my legs wrapped around his hips. I felt wholly owned by him and my body was at its breaking point. Slivers of pleasure sliced through me and I felt like I was going to shatter as I strained for my release. He drove into me relentlessly, making me feel like I was going to split in half, yet I didn’t want him to stop. I could never have enough of him.
I cried out as the tension snapped and I was wracked with wave after wave of exquisite pleasure as I climaxed, my body taut. I was barely aware of Logan’s shout as he found his own release. My orgasm seemed to go on forever until I collapsed against the bed. Logan’s eyes were closed and his head was thrown back as he gritted his teeth. I could feel him jerking spasmodically inside me. I tightened my legs around him, wanting every part of him. When he finally collapsed beside me on the bed, he wrapped his arm around my waist and lifted me so I lay on top of him, still intimately connected.
“Are you okay?” he asked, looking exhausted but completely satisfied.
“I’m more than okay,” I said with a smile, nuzzling into his neck contentedly. He reached up and stroked my hair.
“I wasn’t too rough? I have a feeling you’re going to have a few bruises tomorrow.” He reached down with his other hand and swept it across my hips where he had gripped me tightly.
“They’ll be worth it,” I said, kissing the edge of his jaw lightly. “It’s never too rough with you.”
Logan cocked an eyebrow. “Never say never. I don’t want to push you too hard.”
“Don’t worry,” I reassured him. “If it ever becomes too much, I’ll tell you.” I blushed a little at my next admission. “Trust me, you can push harder.”
The corner of Logan’s mouth lifted in a half-smile. “Be careful what you wish for.”
“I wished for you and it came true,” I said, feeling a little weepy at my sentimental words but it was what was in my heart.
The amusement on Logan’s face vanished. He cupped my cheek in his hand, his expression fierce. “I love you, Maddie. Nothing will ever get in the way of that again, I swear.”
I kissed him gently, feeling my heart overflow with love and happiness. For the first time in a long time, I felt a real sense of hope that we could have our happy ending.
“I love you, too, Logan. Forever.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
The next few days brought about a lot of change. Kristina left Chicago to go back to L.A., and I was relieved that I wouldn’t have to worry about being confronted by her anymore. I had been afraid that she would fight for Logan like she had vowed to, but apparently, she had changed her mind.
Logan latched onto the idea that I should move in with him, but it didn’t feel right. Even though I believed he loved me, I couldn’t help feeling like I would be taking Kristina’s place, and I didn’t want to be a stand-in for anyone. He tried every way to convince me, even ordering me to, but I told him in a few colorful words that the strong-arm tactic only worked in the bedroom.
The buzzer for my entrance of my building sounded, and I pressed the button to unlock i
t. I opened my apartment door and waited for Emily to reach my floor. I hadn’t seen her since she had gotten back in town from her work trip, and I had only talked to her briefly on the phone to give her the bare bones of what had happened between me and Logan.
“It’s good to see you!” I said as I let her in, giving her a hug. “I feel like it’s been forever.”
“You’re telling me,” Emily said with a grimace as she returned the hug. “New York was crazy busy. I had no time to myself. It was just work, work, work.”
“That sucks,” I said sympathetically as I led her into the living room. “Did you at least get to go to a lot of fabulous restaurants?”
“Restaurants?” Emily scoffed as she settled onto the couch. “I barely had time to eat with the way Sylvia had me running around. I was lucky to grab a hot dog in between one appointment and the next.”
Emily refused my offer of a drink and looked at me expectantly. “Well?” she asked when I didn’t say anything. “Aren’t you going to give me all the dirty details?”
I laughed at her lascivious look. “Tell me more about your trip to New York. I feel like lately I’m always monopolizing the conversation with my problems.”