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“Shit. I need a condom. Where are my pants?”

I start laughing and point to the bedroom door. “Out in the hallway.”

He looks over his shoulder before pinning me to the bed with his stare. Leaning down, he plants a hard quick kiss on my lips and mutters, “Don’t you move an inch.”

I watch him run out the door, and the seconds feel like hours as I wait for him. It’s impossible that I’ve already had two orgasms, and I still want more and yet, here I am – spread out on my bed and aching for him. He struts back into the room as he’s rolling the condom on, and I bite down on my lip as I wait for him.

When he gets it on, he climbs back over me and locks his hands over my wrists, pinning me down to the bed. He leans down and takes my lips again. Moaning, I wrap my legs around his waist and lift off the bed. His teeth nip at my lip, and I gasp as I fall back to the mattress and look up at him.

“You think you’re ready for me?” he asks, his eyes teasing me, and I nod.

“Yes.”

He looks down between us and cocks his head to the side as he looks back up at me. “I don’t know. I think you need more.”

Shaking my head, I try to free one of my hands but he tightens his grip. My core clenches, and I want to cry. I don’t need more. What I need is for him to fuck me until I can’t walk anymore. He transfers both of my wrists to one hand as he grabs his cock and rubs the tip against my clit.

“Logan, please,” I cry, squirming underneath him, and he grins up at me.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” he shoots back before plunging into me, and I cry out again, this time in relief. Oh, yes. This is exactly what I needed. His cock is stretching me wide, and it feels incredible. I squirm again, trying to get him to move. He grabs my hip with his free hand and takes my lips again in a bruising kiss as he pulls out and plunges back in.

A moan bubbles up from the back of my throat as his tongue pushes past my lips, imitating the same movement as his hips as he drives into me again and again. He starts kissing down my neck, and my teeth sink into his shoulder, earning me a long loud groan as his thrusts gain speed.

“Do it again,” he commands, and I do. He groans into my neck as he releases my hands and plants his fist into the bed by my head. My fingers dig into his shoulders and pull back to press his lips to mine again. Just as I start to feel the climax building deep in my belly, he slows his movement, pulling out and slowly pushing back in. It keeps me suspended, holding me in bliss but not allowing me to reach release.

“Logan,” I moan, dying to chase my orgasm and feel it crashing over me. “I need to come. Please.”

“Ask me,” he whispers in my ear. “Ask me to make you come and maybe I will.”

“Please, make me come, Logan,” I beg, and he smiles against my skin.

“No.”

I yell in frustration, and he pulls back to look at me. “I don’t think you want it bad enough yet.”

“Then you must not be very perceptive,” I shoot back, and he laughs, still lazily thrusting into me.

“No, I am.” He grips my hip again, and his next thrust is hard and fast. My eyes shoot open as he pounds away, driving me to the brink faster than before. My body is torpedoing to my release, and I just need a little bit more. I grip the sheets, my eyes rolling back as I grow closer and closer to an intense orgasm. Right as I’m about to go crashing over the edge, he stops completely, and I scream.

Opening my eyes, I glare at him as he laughs and starts idly pushing into me again. “I hate you,” I spit at him, my entire body aching violently for the release he just robbed me of.

“No, you don’t, Sweetheart. And you’re going to love the shit out of me when I finally decide to let you come.”

Finally?

I whimper at the thought of waiting any longer for what I want. He smiles and leans down, kissing me gently to match the way his cock is sinking into me.

“Please,” I whisper against his lips, and he leans back just enough to look into my eyes as he pulls back and slams into me. I jolt on the bed as my eyes flutter closed, and I moan, but then he’s still again. When I open my eyes, I practically moan from just the look he’s giving me. He’s the hungry lion, and I’m the gazelle and he’s so enjoying his little game. I dig my fingers into his arms and give him a pleading look.

He reaches between us and starts circling my clit with his thumb again, and I moan, my hips lifting for more. He performs the same torture there – rubbing me until I’m about to come and then stopping or slowing down enough that I can’t reach release. Random whining and begging noises spill out of my mouth, and I’m not sure that I can even speak anymore. Everything in my body is screaming for the climax that I’m being denied.

“Now, you’re ready,” he finally says, and if I could speak or move, I would start shouting my thanks. He pulls his hand away and grabs my hip in one hand as the other presses into the bed next to me. Pulling back slightly, he surges forward, thrusting his cock into me again and again. My orgasm races to the surface, and my entire body is tense – a mixture of fear and anticipation – as I wait for the crash and half expect him to deny me again. Logan releases my hip and reaches up to tug on my nipple, and it sends me careening over the edge. My entire body locks up, and I throw my head back against the mattress, my mouth wide open but no sound coming out as my pussy clenches down on him in waves.

He groans and grabs my hip again as he chases his own release, relentlessly driving into me as I lay here, spent. After a few more thrusts, he tenses, and a long, low groan rumbles up from his chest. He’s still for a moment and then he lets out a breath and collapses at my side. We just lay in silence for a while; both of us sweaty and breathing hard as we try to drift back to earth.

“Oh my god,” I finally whisper when I feel like I’ve come back to my body. Everything is tingling and sore but in the best possible way. I turn to the side and peek over at him. He grins at me, and I can’t help but smile back. My heart pounds for a completely different reason as we just stare at each other. It’s like he’s seeing right through me, all the years of my life, the pain and happiness all on display for him.

He smiles wider and rolls over, throwing his leg over mine as he kisses me softly, and he owns me. He pulls back and glances over at his watch before his grin takes on the predatory quality he’s been sporting since he got here.