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“makin’ me do all the work, huh?”
you only let out a soft whine as your response. your whine is muffled with the way you refuse to lift your head off the bed. there’s drool on the bedsheets, but still you don’t care, too preoccupied with Logan.
he’s everywhere. he’s hands on your body, gripping your hips, slipping between your thighs to rub your sensitive clit. his lips are pressed against your back, occasionally pressed on your shoulders. his thighs slap against the back of yours with each thrust.
“how’s it feel, princess?”
his voice is taunting.
he knows.
he sees the drool, he feels the way your ass squeezes him. he hears your moans, he sees the way you grip the bedsheets at every thrust. all the while, the wetness between your thighs lets him know he’s doing a good job.
“feels good huh?”
“so good”
with the pillow beneath your pelvis, you have the pleasure of relaxing, letting the pillow arch your back for you. something logan even commented on, ‘it’s okay, princess, don’t have to worry bout a thing.’
a part of you was giddy when he whispered for you to lay on your tummy.
with your cheek resting on the bed, you couldn’t see much of logan, but you didn’t need to. you knew his eyes were filled with lust as he tugged off your underwear, lifting each leg one by one, not letting you help him one bit. whispering, “don’t have to move a single muscle.”
and that’s you found yourself, gripping the sheets, not bothering to push back and meet logan’s thrusts.
true to his words, logan did all the work. his cock stood tall against his belly, waiting patiently as he prepped you.
“such pretty holes, princess,” he groans spreading your cheeks apart before continuing, “want me to fill em?”
lazily, you nod against the sheets. you barely pick on up on the shuffling he does when he grab a small bottle of lube. you only feel him press his thumb against your ass, pushing til you finally give.
“let me fill you up like last time,” he groaned when you took his thumb with ease. “won’t have to do a thing, just lay there and look pretty.”
you only moan his name.
“how does that sound?”
“sounds good, lo” after a couple minutes, his finger replaced his thumb, then a second finger joined, then a third.
and that’s how you found yourself moaning his name over and over. his cock replaced his fingers and you’ve never felt so full.
every thrust deeper than the last.
everything’s too much and he knows it.
“you’re close princess?”
you’re overwhelmed with his smell, his moans, his cock, his everything.
“can feel you squeezing me so tight,” he fucks you harder.
“come on, let go. i’m almost there,” he reassures.
with his hand sneaking beneath your hips and between your thighs, he finds your clit. his deep thrusts paired with his fingers rubbing your clit have you falling over the edge.
it’s intense, but it doesn’t stop.
“almost there, princess.”
there’s almost a whine in his voice, so you let him. not like you have a choice, twitching beneath him, trapped by his weight. his fingers still rubbing your clit, it’s not long until you’re overstimulated.
so you start to beg with a sob.
“please plea-”
tears have now join the stains on the bedsheets.
“want my cum that bad?”
so close to another orgasm you beg harder, “yes, yes, please.”
“so close lo”
“need your cum so bad.”
with a final thrust, the both of you fall over the edge.
with a loud curse, logan empties himself inside you, groaning as he feels his cock twitch inside you. the hand between your thighs is gone and now spreading you open once more. you whine softly when you feel logan pull out.
you feel filthy under his gaze.
you can only sit there as he watches your hole clench around nothing, already missing his cock. he groans when his cum leaks out of you, reaching to shove it back inside with his thumb.
“ah logan-”
“sorry princess, didn’t want it to hit the sheets.”
you only roll your eyes, sighing softly when his thumb works as a plug. you need a shower. your skin is sticky with sweat, your inner thighs soaked-
“princess?”
“mmm”
“gonna make me do all the work in the shower too?”