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rains steady slaps down on my labia. I buck and writhe with the insane heat he’s raising in me, grateful for him pinning me down, or I’d be kicking myself right off the bed.

β€œMmm, that’s beautiful, baby doll,” Logan says, pushing up, shifting his weight backwards and taking away my new favorite toy. I pant and whimper at the loss.

He reaches down and cups my head, lifting it so I can see down my body. My labia are bright pink, and my clit is so engorged it’s sticking up like a bullet between my inflamed lips.

β€œDaddy, Daddy, please,” I beg.

Logan chuckles. β€œWhat’s wrong, baby doll? You anxious to get to the fucking?”

β€œYes, Daddy, please. I’m so ready.”

β€œMmm.” He leans down and kisses me upside-down, which makes me giggle at the brush of his chin against my nose. β€œI’m pretty ready, too, I’ll admit. You’ve got me hotter than fuck. Slide up.”

He helps me scoot up so I’m lying fully on the bed, my head and hips on pillows. Logan shucks off his robe and climbs up onto the bed beside me. He admires his handiwork for a moment, stroking my reddened lips, then tracing his fingers up my belly and swirling over my skin. He lifts his fingers to his lips and licks me off him again, then reaches down and slides a finger into me, withdraws and pushes two in, curling his fingertips right against that spot that makes me wild. I gulp and arc up. I’m ready. I’m so ready. But I’m also strangely reluctant. I don’t want this wonderful torture to end, and I want him deep in me when I come.

β€œYou feel close, baby doll,” he growls.

I nod. Pretty damn close.

β€œYou want Daddy to bring you now?”

I shake my head. I want him in me.

That wins me a huge grin. β€œOh, baby doll, good answer.”

He moves over me, kneeling between my spread thighs and angling his hips so he can line up his cock and push slowly, oh so slowly, into me.

I arch to take him. He’s wonderfully thick, stretching me as he pushes deeper. My whole body fires white-hot with the burn of his entry. I whimper and reach for him, then hug myself since I’m not sure if he wants me to touch him.

β€œBaby girl,” he groans. β€œYou feel so good. Look at me. Let me see you as I get right down inside.” He leans over me, supporting himself on his forearms and looking down into my eyes. β€œTouch me, baby.”

Oh, yes! I reach for him eagerly, running my hands up and down his chest, then curving my arms around the firm barrel of his ribs and lifting myself to rub my breasts against him while he pins my hips to the bed and thrusts, slow and deep. There’s so much sensation. I’m tender from the slapping. He’s all the way in, bottoming out with the deepest strokes. I can’t keep still. My legs clasp his hips restlessly. I shiver and shudder with each thrust. My pussy’s already fisting around him and he just got inside me.

β€œWhat a squirmy little thing you are,” he murmurs to me, which only makes me wriggle harder.

β€œDaddy, please can I come?” I whimper.

β€œYeah?” He pushes up on his forearms so he can look into my face. I’m sure I’m a red, sweaty mess, but I don’t care. I’m about to come for the second time tonight and all I care about is the sensation that keeps lifting me, winging me upwards. β€œAlready?”

I nod so hard my hair flops into my face.

Logan chuckles as he brushes away the tangles and lowers himself like he’s doing a press-up to kiss me. β€œYes, you can come,” he says against my lips.

I’m not quite to the point of coming on command, although I have no doubt Logan could get me there. But it doesn’t take long. He thrusts hard, giving me bright spikes of pleasure-pain as he bumps my cervix. The friction against my inflamed pussy-lips, the harsh rub of the towel against my abused ass, the prickle of his leg-hair against my stinging calves, they push me over the edge in a few dozen strokes and I’m soaring, spinning, shaking and only his body enclosing mine anchors me. His feral dark eyes hold mine as I come and he growls deep in his chest.

β€œBaby doll.”

I finally lose his eyes when mine roll back and I grab his neck, afraid I really will fly off the bed, I’m convulsing so hard. His growls turn to grunts as my body milks his. He plants himself deep and stops moving, holding me down while I continue to shiver beneath him.

β€œJesus H. Christ, little girl,” he rasps in my ear. β€œYou’ve got me right on the edge and it’s been five whole minutes.”

β€œSorry, Daddy,” I mutter, although I’m not sorry at all, and I’m really glad he’s stopped moving because my bones have turned to jello.

He chuckles. β€œYou need a minute after that, sweetheart?”

I nod and loosen my hold on him. I’m clinging to him like a koala baby to its mother and although that’s cute during sex, I haven’t met a guy yet who likes it afterwards.

Until Logan.

β€œWhere are you going?” He holds himself up on one forearm while he pulls my legs back around his hips and my arms back around his neck. β€œHold on tight because the next ride’s the Big One at Blackpool Pleasure Beach.”

Having sampled Blackpool’s dubious delights during one of my trips to England, I know he’s talking about a huge roller-coaster. I’m totally fine with him riding me like that, so I squeeze him with my jello-bones and wriggle happily.

β€œCan you come again, baby?” he asks, after he’s given me a minute to recover.

Multiple orgasms are not my best thing, but I don’t care in this moment. I want him to fuck me raw, until I can’t sit down and have to stand the whole way back to Syracuse. β€œYes, if you do it hard, Daddy.”

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