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  “Yes, yes.” I let out a shuddering breath. “Please, your cock.”

  “It’s not time yet.” He sat back up and I missed his body heat on my back. As one hand continued to work my pussy, his other fingers trailed lazily over my buttocks, down my crack and came to rest over my anus again.

  I whimpered and shifted sideways at the overtly intimate touch.

  “Has anyone taken you here before?” he asked, putting his finger straight back on my anus again. “Tell me, Brooke, would I be the first to penetrate this sweet little hole of yours?”

  My neck strained upward and I stared at the wall. His erotic words washed over me like fine wine, yet at the same time my heart pounded at the wicked suggestion. “Yes, no,” I gasped. “I mean…no-one has ever touched me there before, Logan, never.”

  “And does the idea of something so naughty and forbidden turn you on?” he asked in a syrupy voice as the pad of his finger smoothed a circle around the taut wrinkles of my skin.

  “No…yes…”

  He gave a huff of amusement and pressed his finger against the center of my hole with a little more determination. “Which one is it, Brooke, tell me, yes or no?”

  “Yes,” I said, I couldn’t deny it. Just the idea of him taking me so primitively had me flying precariously near the edge of climax. “Yes, yes it does.”

  He withdrew his other fingers from my pussy and his naughtiest finger left me for a second. When it returned it was cool with lube. I stilled with a mixture of shock and anticipation, my breath caught in my chest, my vision blurred. Then his fingertip probed my forbidden entrance. I moaned at the fiery sensation, wanting to pull away but needing to stay and feel more.

  He let out an approving murmur and ventured higher. The impalement was wicked and I jerked in reflex as tight tissue parted for him.

  His other hand, damp with my moisture, wrapped around my hip to hold my ass secure. “Shh, sweetie, you’re tight but I won’t hurt you, I promise.”

  I wasn’t sure if he could keep that promise, he was so big and where he’d penetrated was virginal. He pulled out, added more lube then was back, prodding at the center of my clenched rosebud with two fingers this time. “Relax,” he said. He grated his stubbled chin over my buttocks as he kissed my tingling skin. “Relax and let me in.”

  Summoning meditation techniques, I concentrated, visualized letting him into the darkest part of my physical being, welcoming him, inviting him, releasing some of the tension. He took full advantage and pushed his two, long, cool fingers until I could feel the rest of his hand butted against my ass cheeks.

  I let out a long low groan and clawed at the bed sheet. It shouldn’t feel so damn good but it did. It was wrong and beautiful, painful and blissful all at the same time. A confusing soup of sensations.

  “God, the way you feel, the way you’re stretching around my fingers, Brooke.” His voice was full of approval. “But your ass is too tight to take my dick, that will take time to prepare you.” He eased his fingers sideways into a V, widening my tight hole with a scissoring action. “We would have to work at that for a while.”

  I let out a whimper as fire whipped through delicate tissue. The heat traveled right through my pelvis and flooded my clit. I quivered with need, my pussy was so engorged it was as if all the blood had rushed there, causing it to throb and tremble.

  Logan pulled his fingers out and I missed his touch like I’d miss my own heartbeat. “But for now, sweetie, you’ll have this,” he murmured.

  I was expecting to feel the wide head of his cock at my sopping vagina. Anticipated him thrusting into my pussy, hard and urgent, sinking to the hilt. But instead I felt the lubed, tapered head of the new sex toy push against my tender anus.

  “Oh god,” I said, dropping my head low. “I don’t know if we should do this, Logan…it’s perverted.”

  “We all have our little perversions, Brooke.” He exerted gentle pressure. “Let’s find out what’s going to work for you, so I can give you the most amazing orgasm of your life.”

  He’d already given me my top three sexual experiences—I didn’t know if even he could beat them. But Logan clearly thought he could. His confidence was awe-inspiring, just like his star sign, the ram, he was ambitious and assertive. He was doing strange fluttery things to every part of my soul and turning everything I’d previously thought I knew about sex on its head.

  “Take it,” he murmured, pressing the thin toy steadily into me. “Take it all.” He made no allowances for my tightness and even as the plug increased in diameter he kept on inserting it, higher and higher, until I was stretched so wide the nip of pain became a sharp stimulant spreading to all the organs in my pelvis. I bucked against it and at the same time pulled it in, hardly knowing what to do with myself and my overpowered, overruled body.

  Logan increased his grip on my hips, effortlessly holding me with his big hand. “Easy, baby, you’ve done the hard part, now take it easy.”

  I let out a deep groan and, through my erotic haze, prayed the stars hadn’t dropped a photographer outside the open door. I could live with the other photo, but this, me with my butt in the air and a long toy sticking out of my ass would displace my rhythms and karmas for all eternity.

  “God, you look hot like this,” Logan said in a husky voice. “All quivery and stretched. I liked your breasts best but now I’m thinking maybe your ass is my favorite.” He pulled the toy out, just an inch, then worked it back in, sending it on a deep, careful stroke, going so high I barely knew where it ended and I began. “But then again your mouth is pretty hot,” he went on, “and your pussy, well…” He withdrew to the tip. “That’s just the best pussy I’ve ever had the pleasure of burying myself in.”

  My hips twitched, I wanted the filling sensation again. He chuckled and rode it back into me. “I guess I’m just falling in love with every tiny inch of you.”

  My eyes flicked open. He’d said the “L” word. But before my cerebellum could process the information, he popped the thickly flared base of the toy right into my anus. The narrower arms outside kept it from sinking any higher, but my god, it was high and wide enough. I cried out as my tight ring was pushed to the limit and the full feeling overwhelmed me. “Logan, ahh, I can’t stand that…it’s too much, please.”

  “Shh, it’s fine. You can take it.”

  “No, no…” I tried to crawl away from the sensation, but of course it followed me. Logan dragged me back as my upper body collapsed onto the mattress. I fought to accept the heavy invasion filling me so completely but I was at his mercy, my arms were trapped together and he wasn’t going to let me move an inch.

  I released a long, slow pant, absorbing the pain that was so close to pleasure it was like they were twins. Then, without warning, a deep vibration began to ripple through my rectum. Suddenly the discomfort switched to bliss, bliss so intense the most primitive groan I’d ever produced rumbled up from the base of my chest and got lost in the crumpled sheets. “Oh, oh, oh…” I managed.

  “Is that good, sweetie?” He was over me again, I could feel his chest hair tickling my shoulder blades and his hot breath in my ear. “Does that feel good? Even though you didn’t think it would?”

  “Yesss…” I barely had control over my words, my tongue wasn’t obeying my brain. My hips writhed, grinding and rolling in pleasure as my stimulated cavity was massaged and worked to a point where the imminent climax radiated to all my nerves, pooling in my pussy and strumming at my clit.

  “Now you just got to wait for me,” he said, turning me on my back. He pushed at my inner thighs, spread my legs wide and looked down at my tremor-filled pussy.

  “Logan, I…” My neck collapsed back on the bed, my locked wrists settling on my stomach, then I stretched them high onto the pillows, fingers knotted. I didn’t know where to put my limbs unless he positioned them—he was so in control, so powerful, that without his dominance my body was helpless.

  “I’ve got you, it’s nearly time.” He came over me, pressing
one hand onto the mattress by my head as the other fisted his sheathed cock.

  My fists clenched and my back curled. I looked at his face looming high above mine. His eyes were brighter than sapphires and the sharp angles of his cheeks were taut and flushed.

  He pressed the tip of his cock into my pussy. So wide, so big. I struggled to take him in that first inch, the space was already half taken up by the vibrating plug.

  “No,” I said breathlessly, shaking my head. “Logan, it won’t fit.”

  His jaw tensed. “It will.” He gave a heavy, short thrust, forcing the head into me.

  I cried out and writhed beneath him. Stretched and invaded so totally, it was like being possessed by my desire, by Logan’s desire.

  But still he wasn’t content. With a grunt he shunted in some more, rubbing up to my G-spot.

  My whole body tensed. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t be filled any more. That was me, done.

  “Look at me, Brooke, damn it, look at me,” he growled as he stilled his hips.

  When I peeled open my eyes, his face was above mine and I forced myself to focus on the clear blue depths of his irises.

  “You can do this, you can take me.”

  “It’s so much.”

  “But we’re nearly there, and I promise you…” He swallowed tightly and placed his other hand up by my head. “I promise you it’s gonna start feeling real good in about two seconds.” With a grim look of determination he curled under his coccyx, gave one powerful thrust and forged to the hilt.

  My mouth opened wide but no sound came out. He’d taken me so fast, so entirely, he’d filled me beyond capacity. Tender tissue and flesh screamed their pain and delight as the confused nerve endings jangled with the mixed sensations. I struggled to catch my breath as electric fingers of edgy pleasure seared through me

  “Fuck, yes!” He gritted his teeth and the tendons on his neck strained. “I’m in, sweetie, you did it.” He pressed his hips up against my inner thighs, I could feel his balls resting over the external arms of the butt plug. There was no way Logan could get any deeper inside me. He had as much of me as he could ever get.

  My eyes rolled and my back arched, my shoulders were locked taut over my head. The need inside me was so wild, so tortured, I couldn’t make sense of it. My brain tried to sort the information the nerves were supplying. But it was a tangled knot of heated impulses.

  “Fuck, I can feel it,” he said, ducking and pressing his lips to mine. “I can feel the damn vibrations on my dick, they’re coming right through you.”

  As if I didn’t know. The throb of the vibrations had intensified as the thin membrane between pussy and rectum had stretched lean. Now my whole pelvis was buzzing with wicked, relentlessly fast pulses.

  “It feels fucking fabulous, Brooke.” His tongue probed my mouth as he withdrew and then sank back into me. “Wrap your legs around my waist.” As he spoke he hooked my left leg over his forearm.

  But my muscles were no longer my own, and without him moving my right leg it stayed stuck on the bed, useless.

  He didn’t seem to mind. He just hoisted my leg higher, pulled his cock almost completely out and then rode back in with a long, low groan.

  Every muscle, every fiber of my being stretched taut. He repeated his thrust then picked up a wild, reckless pace, banging into me over and over. I’d never felt so alive, so connected, so on the edge.

  “Is it feeling good yet?” Logan asked in a raspy voice. “Tell me it’s good for you, too, Brooke.”

  “Yes, yes, I think so…” I panted as my hips bucked to meet his thrusts.

  “You just think so?”

  Beads of sweat had collected on his brow and over his wide top lip. “Let go. Embrace the pleasure,” he said.

  His eyes held tenderness, but possession and carnal desire burned brighter.

  “It’s good,” I said, and bucked upward again to take him all the way in, finally welcoming him instead of just bearing him. “It’s really, really good…don’t…don’t stop, not now.” Pleasure claimed control and I released a long moan of ecstasy.

  He grunted, a primitive mating sound that ripped from his chest. He withdrew and steamed back in—so hard, so big, I could feel every swollen vein on his shaft rubbing against my G-spot. He rocked his pelvis up against my clit, sending out darts of bliss to combine with the thrills the rest of my body was harnessing.

  “That’s it, take me, take all of me,” he said. “Let me into your core.”

  I dragged in a breath infused with fresh male pheromones that sent even more moisture weeping into my pussy. The pressure began to build, faster and faster. It wasn’t a slow buildup, it was like an express train hurtling toward the station, an express train that had no intention of stopping.

  Suddenly it was there, an almighty explosion that tore liquid fire from the center of my soul. I called out as my body flew apart, but no sound emerged. My breath lodged in my chest, my muscles tensed so tight they nearly ripped from my bones. But still the heat grew, intensified, no longer one climactic bang, the orgasm rolled over in a series of crests as Logan thrust into me, over and over, claiming every nerve ending, every part of my being as his property.

  He lowered his head and nipped his teeth against my collarbone. And then he, too, was convulsing, riding through his pleasure. I exploded one last time, a wild shout filling the room as his cock pumped inside me. The climax was as euphoric as it was exhausting. I was lost to all semblance of time and place. There was only Logan and me in the whole universe. Nothing else existed.

  “Sweet Jesus,” he groaned as a tremble rattled down his body and shivered into mine. “I swear you really are trying to finish me off, all that squeezing and wailing shit.”

  “I wailed?” I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry.

  “Like a banshee.” He lifted his head. “Good thing we don’t have neighbors.”

  “But, I…” I didn’t know what to say. I thought I’d been quiet, too overtaken by the experience to utter a sound.

  “I’m not complaining, it lets me know I’m getting it right.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips and lifted up so his cock slid from me. “Let’s get you sorted.” He clicked off the handcuffs, ducked down the bed, turned off the vibrations and with gentle hands slid the butt plug from my rectum. He took it into the bathroom and I heard the toilet flush and splashing in the sink.

  “You okay?” he asked, walking back into the bedroom still gloriously naked and heading toward the bag.

  I hadn’t moved from my sprawled position. “Yes.” I smiled lazily. “I’ve never been better.” What we’d just done had definitely overtaken all my bedroom experiences to date. Logan was so in tune with my needs, my desires, the dark side of my sexuality. He’d been sent to me from a path I’d never dreamed I’d cross. A dark, dangerous path with sensuality and forbidden fruits lining the way. Was I complaining? Hell no, he was everything and more a woman could ever want and I thanked whichever ruler had sent him my way.

  He lay next to me and urged me onto my stomach. “I’m not quite done with you yet,” he said, curling his mouth into an idle grin.

  A delayed tremble rippled through my body. What else could he possibly have in store for me? What could beat the orgasm I’d just had? I sighed and turned my cheek into the pillow as my breasts flattened beneath me. Whatever he had in mind, he’d have to do all the work. I was done in, my legs were weak, my arms floppy and I felt tender, swollen and satisfied.

  Big, slippery hands smoothed upward from the center of my back. The scent of rose filled the air as he curled his strong fingers over the base of my neck and swept outward over my shoulders. I murmured in appreciation. I’d been wrong. It could get better.

  “Feel nice?” he asked in a quiet voice.

  “Mmm, lovely.” I sagged farther into the mattress as his soothing hands slid over my ribs and his fingertips brushed the outer edge of my breasts.

  “Good,” he murmured. “’Cause I only want to make you feel good, B
rooke, that’s all I want to do, make you feel as good as you make me feel.” He continued to massage and stroke, his slick hands rubbing away the tension in my muscles and nerves. I’d never felt so deliciously fulfilled, so content with my place in the world. Logan was working his way right into my being. But surely I wouldn’t be stupid enough to actually fall for him. Because to fall for a hockey player would be about the dumbest thing I could do. Especially one with eyes that burned with sin and a smile that could look predatory and amused all at the same time. No, I definitely wouldn’t let that happen. Whatever that little bubble in my heart was it could just go ahead and pop, disintegrate, because Logan Taylor could break me if I let him in.

  Eventually I fell into a contented sleep. Logan must have, too, because when the phone in the hallway trilled to life he barely stirred, but after another three rings he sat and moved to answer it.

  “Hello. Oh…hi boss.” He paused and cleared his throat. “Yeah, great, yep, all set for Saturday… I know, I’m sorry, I don’t know how he got the shot, the trees are real thick up there and it was pretty dark.” He paused. “Yeah, Janice has already upped security around the fence and of course I’ll speak to her father. I’ve already told her I will.”

  I lifted my head, straining to hear the conversation out in the hallway.

  “Are you sure?” Another pause. “He must be pretty laid-back if you don’t think he’ll mind.”

  I tensed, wondering what Fergal was saying about my fictional father. Would it match my story? I rubbed my fingers over my temples. These lies were going to bite me on my naughty ass if I wasn’t careful.

  Logan continued. “Great, yeah, and I’m back in top form, mentally as well as physically, they won’t stand a chance on Saturday. What about you, you having a good day? Excellent, okay, catch you then… He is…? Tomorrow evening, fine, no problem… No, I don’t mind.”

  I heard the click of the receiver being replaced a second before Logan walked into the bedroom.