Page 23 of Twisted Love

“I need you, Keily. I need you wrapped around me, taking every inch of me, the way only you can do. Please, Keily, wake up and tell me I can fuck you.” He was desperate, and nearly lost control the moment he felt how wet she was against his fingers. “Keily, tell me to stop if you have to, but please, wake up and tell me something.”

She didn’t answer verbally, but the way she pushed her ass back against his erection told him all he needed to know. With a twisted smile, he slid his fingers to just the right slick place and pressed harder. Not too hard, just enough to make her moan.

“Are you going to make me beg, Keily?” His lips whispered the words softly into her ear, loud enough for her to hear and to shudder as he teased at her clit. “Is that a yes? Because I really need it to be a yes. You know that.”

For a moment at the club tonight, Logan had noticed a man looking at Keily, looking at her with lust, with greed that Logan didn’t like. But then Keily had explained. She locked eyes with the man while she fucked herself on Logan’s dick. She stared at the other man the entire time she fucked Logan, the woman with the man going down on him until he exploded in her mouth. Logan didn’t want to share her with anyone, but what she described, what he’d seen in that man’s eyes, still made him achingly hard.

“Yes, Logan. Please. I need you to fuck me, to fuck this ache away.” Her words were a murmur that eased his mind, soothed his fears, and made him want to growl like a possessive caveman. Even if he wasn’t a caveman. Or possessive. At all.

Logan slid her right leg back to his to open her thighs to him before he slid between her folds. She had to do a little maneuvering, but he was soon as deep inside of her as he could be. Every inch of him that she could take was inside her, filling her, and he loved the way she took him. “Fuck, I love this, Keily. I love being inside of you.”

He didn’t care if she answered, or if she took his words the wrong way, he just had to say them, didn’t even realize he’d said them out loud really. His mouth moved in time with his hips, telling her how much he adored fucking her, how he never wanted to stop, as he drove them both higher.

Being inside her blunted the worry that she might have wanted to fuck that other man, made him realize that she only wanted the voyeuristic thrill of it, of knowing that fucker wanted her but couldn’t have her. Because she was his.

She wasn’t about to do a disappearing act on him or trade him in for a different rich guy that would fuck her brains out. Not when she had him to do the job right.

He rocked into her with measured strokes until she dug her nails into his hip. “Logan, make me come, baby, please.”

The power he held in his hands in that moment made him stop. He wanted her to beg him for more, he needed to hear her say…something.

“You’re thinking about that man, aren’t you? The one that watched me fuck you? The one that wanted to be you, Logan, to fuck me the way you fucked me.” Oh, how she could tease him when she wanted to. She could draw that power right out of his hands and into her own. But at the same time, she gave that power back freely. “I almost wish he’d been another you, a clone, so that I could fuck you both. Or suck his dick while you fucked me. Because only you get to fuck me, Logan.”

He thrust into her, harder, not ready to answer her. It was such a filthy idea, but he had to admit, he’d love watching her suck him off while he fucked her at the same time. Even if it was also confusing, and weird, it still made his cock throb as he thought about it. “You can fantasize about whatever you want, Keily, so long as I’m the only one that fucks you. Or fucks that beautiful mouth of yours too, I might add.”

“Then don’t stop, Logan. Fuck me harder.” She dug her nails into his thigh again, not gentle at all, but he didn’t care. That pain was exquisite pleasure.

It was one of those moments he’d worry about later, but in that instant, he didn’t care. His bare cock was inside of her, sweetly wrapped in her slick velvet walls, and she was handling him like she was born to do nothing else. He hesitated, waited, knowing that she’d give him a little more, if only he waited a moment longer. She’d break and plead with him again.

“Please.” She sighed softly and that was all he needed to totally lose the last shred of his control.

Logan moved her onto her hands and knees, slipped out of her long enough only to slip back inside her from behind before he ground into her again. Maybe she’d driven him insane with need, but he didn’t care. She was his, and his alone.

He hated that she had any kind of power over him, hated that he wanted her with a need that made him feel weak. But he couldn’t get her out of his head. Even when he tried to.

She drove out every thought from his mind, even when he was at work and needed to focus. She made it impossible to make decisions that would dictate his future, but he couldn’t care. Didn’t care, especially when he was inside of her.

He’d been a loner all of his life, even as a child. When he grew up relationships had been all about power, business, and control. Even the women he’d fucked had been chosen based on what he wanted from them. A night of sex, nothing more. It wasn’t like that with Keily, and fuck if it wasn’t a problem. But he didn’t care.

“Logan, don’t tease me.” She begged, pretty in her need.

He did exactly the opposite. He strummed at her clit and whispered to her, still inside her as he spoke. “Keily, my sweet Keily, you want to come desperately don’t you?”

“I do, Logan, I do, please.” The words choked off as he stroked her again, with just the right amount of pressure.

“But you can’t get that man out of your head, can you? The way he looked at you, the way he wanted those beautiful nipples of yours in his mouth. Because that’s what he wanted, honey. He wanted to touch you, taste you, fuck you. But he can’t because you’re all mine.”

He couldn’t believe how his own words made his dick throb as he waited inside of her. It made him grunt with amusement that masked his pleasure. “Do you really want me to fuck you hard, Keily? Are you sure?”

“I am sure, Logan, I am. Hard.” Her face was smashed into the bed, facing the sea view, but she didn’t see any of the view right now. Her eyes were closed in concentration as he circled her clit with a touch that was a little too soft, a little too…delicate.

He pulled at her left hand, brought it between her thighs as he grabbed her hips and gave her exactly what she asked for. Rough, deep, and fast.

She didn’t complain, she opened up more for him instead, pushed back against him, met each thrust with one of her own. “Just like that, Logan, just like that.”

He could only groan as he plunged into her, watched the sensual arch of her back in the moonlight as she moved with him in perfect time. His fists tightened on her hips, wanting to hold her still as he fucked her, but he didn’t want to bruise her. Logan loosened his grip, but she held still anyway. She went on instinct when it came to sex with him, and her instinct told her to give him what he wanted, and she’d get all she could handle. He’d learned that much about her. She wasn’t a stupid woman, after all.

He groaned with total bliss when he felt her clench around him when he pulled her up to cup her full breasts. Breasts that other man had wanted in his mouth. Wanted but couldn’t have. Only Logan got to tease those hard nipples as she circled her clit with her finger, as she ground down onto his dick, kissing him hungrily the entire time. She might very well be the best fuck of his life. He knew she was because he couldn’t get enough of fucking her, but admitting that out loud wouldn’t be something he’d do any time soon.