Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61468 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 307(@200wpm)___ 246(@250wpm)___ 205(@300wpm)
That’s when my gaze falls on the box sitting beside her on the couch. The one Dr. Elizabeth gave her—the dilators.
Suddenly I see a way to help her.
I pick up the box, my decision made. Then I rise to my feet and take Poppy gently by the hand.
She looks up at me with wide eyes.
Logan? Where are we going?”
I tug her up from the couch, steadying her against my chest.
“To the bedroom, baby,” I tell her, my voice low and firm. “We’re going to make you feel better.”
29
POPPY
I’m blushing so hard I feel like my cheeks are on fire, but I can’t stop myself from lying back on Logan’s bed while he opens the box Dr. Elizabeth gave me. My heart is hammering. I know what’s inside, and I know what he’s going to do with it.
He undresses me slowly, gently, as though I’m made of glass. My blouse, my jeans, my underwear—piece by piece until I’m naked under his careful hands. I should be mortified, but instead I feel…hungry. Needful. My nipples are tight and tingling, my inner thighs slick with my juices.
Logan strips out of his clothes too, but when I glance at him, I notice he leaves his boxers on. It’s like he doesn’t trust himself to go any further, even though the heavy bulge stretching the fabric tells me how badly he wants me.
He lays me down on my back in the center of his wide bed, then stretches out beside me on his side, propped up on one elbow. He looks so big, so careful, so dangerous and protective all at once.
“Look here, kitten,” he murmurs, flipping the box open. A neat row of cylindrical plastic shapes gleam under the low light. My stomach flutters nervously.
He runs a hand down my belly, over my hip, while his other hand hovers over the contents of the box.
“I think we can skip the smaller ones,” he says, his voice deep and matter-of-fact, though his eyes are burning. Then softer, “Tell me which one you want, sweetheart.”
God, how am I supposed to choose? They’re all so strange—lined up from tiny to huge, like some kind of ladder leading me right to him. My face burns hotter. My finger trembles as I point to the purple one. It’s a little smaller than he is…but still way bigger than anything I’ve ever had inside me. My body clenches with need just thinking about it.
Logan nods once, as though it’s the most natural thing in the world. He takes it out of the box, holds it up between us. “All right,” he growls softly. “Now spread your legs like a good girl for me, kitten. Gonna make you feel good tonight—gonna fill up that sweet little pussy.”
His dirty words make me shiver…make me wetter than I already was. With a breathless moan, I obey. My thighs fall open, wide and shameless, and I ache for him.
Even if it isn’t his cock sliding into me, I still want him to fill me.
30
LOGAN
Fuck. The way she spreads for me—like she was born for it—makes my cock throb so hard it hurts. Her pussy glistens in the low light, hot and swollen, begging to be filled. She thinks she’s embarrassed, but I can smell the truth pouring off her—what she’s really feeling is need…hunger…Heat.
I keep my boxers on because if I didn’t, I’d be inside her before I could stop myself. But I can give her this. I can give her what she needs without breaking the Law.
I curl one big hand around the purple dilator, the other stroking her trembling thigh.
“That’s my good girl,” I murmur, looking down at her soft little pussy, all shiny with her juices. “You’re so damn wet already. You want this, don’t you? Want me to fill you up good and tight?”
Her answering moan nearly undoes me.
I lower the rounded tip, teasing it through her slick folds. Her breath hitches, her hips lifting to meet me.
God help me, I want it to be my cock. I want to bury myself in her heat, knot her, breed her, make her mine forever. But instead I press the toy against her entrance, slow and steady, watching her eyes widen as she stretches to take it.
“Oh…Oh, Logan!” she moans.
God, I fucking love to my name on her lips when she’s so hot and needy like this!
“Easy, kitten,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “That’s it…open up for me. Let me take care of you. Let me fill that little pussy until you feel better.”
31
POPPY
The moment Logan slides the purple toy into me, I feel both stretched and filled…and yet somehow not enough. I clutch at the sheets beneath me, moaning, because it feels good—so good—but there’s a deeper ache inside me that nothing but the man I want can ease.
“Logan,” I whisper, trembling. “I need…more. Please. I need to come.”