Chapter 142: Love You

Dawn’s Point of View

I was exhausted, but every thrust still lit me up. Logan only grew harder inside me. He pulled out, seized my wrists, and hauled me up like I weighed nothing before slamming my face into the mattress.

He shoved another pillow under my stomach, tilting my hips until my ass was high in the air. Before I could form a word, his palm cracked across my right cheek. I gasped, body jolting forward. Then his hands clamped onto my hips and he drove back into me in one deep, ruthless stroke.

The new angle let him sink even farther. He hit that perfect spot and my whole body shuddered, recoiling around him. He didn’t ease up—just slammed into me harder, relentless, burying himself deep in my ass with every thrust.

“You’re going to break me,” I gasped, not that I hated it. I wanted him to break me.

“Oh fuck… you feel so good—” The rest dissolved into incoherent whimpers against the sheets as he fucked me into oblivion. This was so much better than the first time. Everything about it felt right. My body answered him without hesitation, already treating him like its master.

“Inside you is my favorite place now, little mouse,” he groaned. “Look at the way you’re milking me. Fuck—”

He reached forward and fisted my hair, yanking my head back. Sharp pain sparked across my scalp, but it only tangled with the pleasure until I felt half-mad from it. My eyes rolled back as he slammed into that same devastating spot over and over. The orgasm building this time felt dangerous—bigger, sharper, more consuming than the ones before. This would be the third time I shattered around him.

A broken cry tore out of me. Instantly his large hand clamped over my mouth. My teeth sank into his palm and he groaned, low and rough.

“Yes. Bite me. Show me how much you want it.”

I bit down harder. He only drove into me deeper, punishing and relentless, until my body gave out first. I convulsed hard against him, walls clenching and fluttering wildly around his cock as I came. Then I collapsed face-first into the mattress, completely spent.

He pulled out at once and flipped me onto my back like I weighed nothing. I couldn’t move. Didn’t even try. I was too wrecked, floating somewhere between bliss and blacking out. The pleasure had been too much.

“I’m not finished with you yet, little mouse,” he murmured, almost teasing.

My eyes fluttered open weakly. He was already shifting up the bed, fist wrapped around his cock—still thick, flushed dark, and glistening with both of us. Veins stood out along the shaft; the swollen head looked angry and leaked steadily.

He glanced down at me, voice dropping into a quiet command.

“Get on your knees.” When I only stared, dazed, his tone hardened. “I won’t repeat myself. Either you get on your knees… or I’ll put you there.”

My limbs moved weakly, but I still scrambled onto my knees between his spread thighs. I already knew what he wanted. My mouth opened without being told.

He didn’t wait. A fist twisted into my hair and he thrust forward in one smooth, ruthless stroke, burying himself all the way to the back of my throat. I gagged hard around him. He groaned, low and satisfied.

“Fuck… yes.”

His head tipped back for a second before his eyes found mine again.

“Suck me clean. Taste yourself on my cock.”

I obeyed even though my body was trembling with exhaustion. My movements were messy, uncoordinated, but he didn’t care. He used his grip on my hair to guide me, fucking my mouth with deliberate, deep strokes.

I tried to steady myself—knees sinking into the mattress, small hands braced on his thighs—but he gave me no real chance to recover. He knew exactly how drained I was, and he was deliberately pushing me past my limit, testing how far my body would bend for him.

“You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” I nodded as best I could.

He thrust harder in answer, stretching my cheeks, forcing himself deeper. One hand stayed locked in my hair while the other stroked the base of his cock each time he pushed into my mouth. He cursed under his breath, hips starting to lose rhythm, growing faster and more erratic.

“I’m gonna come. I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth with my cum… and you’re going to swallow every fucking drop. Then you’re going to thank me for it.” To my own disbelief, heat sparked low in my belly again. After three orgasms, just the act of sucking his cock was making me wet all over.

Something might be wrong with me. Maybe I needed therapy. Or maybe I was just a sex addict and only realizing it now.

I felt him stiffen completely, his cock pulsing hard against my tongue. He locked my head in place and kept thrusting in short, desperate strokes, chasing the edge. A deep, broken groan tore out of him—and then it hit.

Thick ropes of cum flooded my mouth. He held me there even as I tried to squirm back, refusing to let me escape. Some of it spilled from the corner of my lips and dripped down my chin, but he didn’t ease up. He fucked my mouth through every wave of his orgasm, body twitching and shaking above me.

His eyes were dark, heavy with possession as he stared down at me. He noticed the way I hesitated and gave a single, low command.

“Swallow.” I had no choice. I swallowed. His movements finally slowed, then stopped. He slipped from my lips with a wet sound. I collapsed onto the bed, completely spent—body aching, mouth throbbing.

“God… you’re so beautiful,” he muttered, catching my jaw in his hand before pulling me into another kiss. “I fucking love you, Dawn.”