Page 141 of Ghost Hunted

Allowing them to reassure me too, I push myself up on my elbows, and he does a lot more than look at my tits. He closes his fingers around my nipples, rubbing them first, before… pinching them.

“Fuck!” I gasp.

With the way he’s been obsessively making me come every chance he got these past few days, I’d started to actually miss the pain he used to love inflicting on me. Though I’d never admit it.

“So, you want me to edge you, huh?” He keeps a firm hold on one of my nipples as the other reaches up to rake over my armpit.

“Fuck! Logan! Ow! No, I don’t want you to edge me! Stop that!”

“Uh huh. I see right through you, baby. Saying one thing and meaning the opposite. Well, I can get used to that.”

“Logan!” I squeak, as he keeps up his torture until I’m pretty sure he’s going to reduce my left nipple to smithereens. “At least pinch my other nipple too! I don’t like feeling pain on just one side!”

“Like this?”

I didn’t think it was possible, but his pinch on my left nipple grows even more painful. At last, though, he takes pity on me. Or at least, the Logan form of pity. Letting go of my nipple for just a moment, he steps over one of my helpless arms and settles under me, unzipping his fly. “Why don’t you show me what a good little sex captive you are, hmm?”

As he speaks, he grabs my nipples again. “I don’t think you’ve ever given me a real blowjob, have you, baby?”

“Uhm…” I think back to all the times I’ve swallowed his cum. “Well, I don’t think that’s true.”

“I mean, I’ve fucked your mouth. But you never gave me a proper one, at your own pace. So why don’t we start now? Suck me into your mouth, baby, while I go back to torturing your tits.”

“Ow… fuck!”

True to his word, he quickly falls into a rhythm of slapping and pinching them, while I let out yelps of pain and try very hard not to accidentally bite his dick off. Not that I don’t kind of want to right now, but I think I’d miss it later.

“That’s right, crybaby. Cry for me.”

He bends down to lick the tears from my cheeks and then, despite his promise to let me give him a blowjob at my own pace, he starts thrusting into my mouth.

“Okay, okay, fuck!” I pull back, and he punishes my tits for it. “Easy. You’re going to break my throat.”

“You’ll be fine. Stop squirming around so much.”

“Well, stop making me squirm!”

“Alright, blowjob time is over.”

Getting on his knees, he shoves a hand against the back of my head while his other one squeezes my cheeks around his cock. Then he starts driving into my mouth in earnest, every one of his thrusts hitting the back of my throat.

I try to stay balanced on my elbows, but it’s definitely not easy, given how fast and hard he’s going. I huff out a sigh of relief when his seed coats the back of my throat, and then he settles back again, pushing my face down against his cock.

“Fuck, it feels good, letting you take care of me again, baby. I’ve been so busy giving you orgasms lately, I’m pretty sure my balls have become permanently blue. Okay, take it easy, Lia. Stop moving so much.”

His hand is resting against the back of my head, shoving me face down against his crotch.

“Well, it’s not the most comfortable position,” I protest. “And you came inside me at least three times yesterday, so I’m not sure how… ow!”

He smacks me hard on my left tit again, and my eyes water.

“I think you’ve just destroyed it for good.”

“I’m about to destroy the rest of your body too,” he smirks.

I squirm to try to relieve some of the pressure in my pussy. “How long do you think it’s going to take for you to be able to start doing that?”

“Keep wiggling your fat ass like that, and it won’t take long at all.”