Redeeming Logan

Chapter Thirty

Logan

T he way my cock is straining against my zipper makes me feel like a pubescent teen ready to explode. Watching Taliah kill her parents was like a bloody wet dream. Her head held high, the sinister gleam in her eyes, while she delivered the final blows. The way she wielded that nail gun against her father without even being prompted makes my cock jerk in the confines of my slacks. Taliah is standing across from me, on the other side of the medical table housing her dead father. The faint smile on her face and blood staining her clothes, skin, and hair make her look even more beautiful than she did before. My hand reaches out on its own accord, wrapping around her throat and dragging her face towards my own, across her father’s body.

Our lips collide, the metallic taste of blood invading my mouth as I lick across her soft skin. Her own hand reaches out to tangle in my hair, trying to drag me closer, but I have better ideas. Snatching up her other wrist, I tug her towards me, her knees colliding with the table, furrowing her brow at me in confusion.

“Why don’t we show your father’s ghost what he’s been missing out on?” The malicious intent in my words is heavy as I tug her up onto the table, placing her right between her father’s legs, into the pool of blood that rests there. “Show me what’s mine, Little Monster. Let me see that pretty pussy.” Her eyes light up with hazy lust as she wiggles out of her panties, spreading her legs wide, hooking them over her father’s dislocated knees. “ Fuck. ” Is the only word I get out before I’m diving down and burying my face in her wet pussy.

She tastes like darkness and sin, her essence coating my tongue as it mixes with the blood beneath her. The moan that escapes her is almost enough to make me come undone. Lapping at her clit until her hips start to move against me, her fingers tangled in my hair, trying to hold me right where she wants me. I rip away from her grip to tear at my belt and zipper, freeing my throbbing cock, precum leaking from the tip. Her eyes zero in on it, reaching for it, tongue licking her lips in wicked intent. Striking out, I wrap my hands around her calves, pulling her to the end of the table towards me. Pushing down on her chest, her hair fans out beneath her as she lays down in the blood of her enemy. Blonde hair soaking up the crimson that lies there. Roughly spreading her thighs for me, her pussy on full display as I tilt her hips up, impaling her on my cock in one harsh thrust. Her scream of pleasure and pain bounces off the walls, ricocheting through my ears, illicting a moan of my own.

I pound into her like It’s my mission to tear her apart. To break her open and see what’s inside. She reaches towards my hand, grasping it in her slick palm and bringing it to her throat, showing me what she wants. What she needs . My hand tightens around her slender neck, a gasp leaving her lips as I steal her breath. “You look so pretty with my hand around your neck, baby.” My other hand grasps her tit, twisting the nipple between my finger and thumb. “You like this, don’t you? Knowing that I hold your life in the palm of my hand?” Her eyes roll back into her head while I speak, back arching up off the table. “One wrong move and I could kill you, you know that, Little Monster?” Hand tightening more around her neck, she will wear my bruises like a collar. Other hand, slipping down to rub tight circles around her clit, her eyes fluttering closed at the sensation, her pussy fluttering around my cock in the tell tale sign that she’s about to come. "Open your fucking eyes, Taliah! I want you to watch as I claim what’s mine. Watch while I show your dead daddy who you fucking belong to! Come for me.” The last words are said in a growl as her pussy holds my cock in a vice, rippling around me as she comes apart, pushing me out of her as she squirts all over the table. My hand swipes at her clit as she soaks us both with her juices. She goes limp on the table as I thrust back in, the tingling starting at my spine until it’s bursting out of me like an explosion, stars shining behind my eyes as I empty everything in me into her pussy. Pulling out slowly to watch my come drip from her swollen pussy, mixing with the blood and her come, mesmerizing me at the glorious sight. Her slender fingers come down, obstructing my view, as she pushes my come back into her pussy.

“Just putting it back where it belongs.” The smirk in her words makes me practically swoon. I lean down, gripping her face in my hands, bringing our lips together in possibly the sweetest kiss I’ve ever had in my life.

I carried my sex sated girl back to my room, where we showered in silence, fucking against the titled shower wall, before falling into my bed naked and exhausted. Her soft snores are the only sound in the room as I watch her sleep in the light of the moon peeking through the window. Her naked body covered in my blanket does nothing to distract me from the curve of her ass or the swell of her breasts. She was everything I could have dreamed of in my workshop today. Watching her kill her parents is something I’ll never forget. The look on her face as they took their last breaths was breathtaking in itself.

She’s turned towards me on her side, her hair falling over her face, puffing out as she breathes. Reaching out, I tuck her hair behind her ear, admiring her soft, flawless skin. The pink of her lips most definitely matches the shade of her nipples. Finger rubbing against her bottom lip, her tongue peeking out to swipe against my finger subconsciously, making me groan deep in my throat. She deserves this peaceful sleep, but my cock thinks otherwise. Rolling onto my back, I stare up at the dark ceiling, drifting to sleep with the images of a bloody Taliah in my mind.