Redeeming Logan

Chapter Thirty-Three

Taliah

L ogan spent the whole night making good on his words, and the pleasant soreness between my legs this morning is proof of that. He ravaged my body so thoroughly that I am sure I am wearing his marks on my skin. I still feel the prick of his teeth as they dug into my neck when he came, holding me close to him like he was afraid I would float away. My fingers drift over my neck, rubbing at the aching delicate skin that lies there, a smile spreading across my sleepy face at the memory of Logan clutching my throat so tight I saw stars. Tilting my head to the side, my eyes flit over to the bay window next to Logan’s bed, the early morning sun rays peeking through his black curtains.

Rough fingertips glide across my outer thigh, gripping me and tugging at it to get my attention. My head falls to the other side, eyes connecting with Logan’s drowsy, umber ones. A mischievous smile graces my lips as I turn towards him fully, swinging my other leg over his waist, hoisting myself up to straddle him, cock already hard between my legs. The look of surprise on his face makes a giggle escape my lips. Planting my hands on his bare chest, feeling his muscles ripple under my fingertips. His hands grip my waist tight, his eyes flaring with desire as my hips start to move slowly against him. Wetness starts to pool between my legs from the pressure of his cock against my clit. Throwing my head back, I let out a low moan as I grind against Logan, a groan escaping his own lips as he watches me in wonder.

Lifting up on my knees, I lean forward before gripping Logan’s cock in my hands, lining him up to my dripping pussy. He slides into me easily, my muscles adjusting to the fullness like we’ve done this dance a million times. Once my ass meets Logan’s thighs, I don’t give either of us enough time to revel in the delicious feeling. My hips are moving in a steady rhythm, sending us both into a frenzy. Logan’s fingers dig into my hips, his eyes locked on mine burning with an intensity I’ve never seen before. I’ve never known what love actually felt like, but I think this right here is just about the closest you can get.

A growl leaves Logan’s lips as he leans up, wrapping his arms around my waist and rolls us over onto the other side of the bed. He pulls out quickly, spinning me to my stomach, and pulling my hips up and back towards his. Fingers tangling in the crown of my hair, his hand squashing the side of my face into the mattress. In one brutal thrust, he’s back inside me, and setting a harsh pace that makes my pussy grip him tighter. The euphoric feeling coursing through my body from his savage touch has my orgasm barreling through me. A silent scream parts my lips, vision blurring at the edges from the intensity. Logan’s thrusts start to become erratic as he finds his own release, hips pushing against my own as he buries his seed inside of me. The feeling in my legs starts to wane as he leans down and kisses along my back, before pulling out of me slowly. I readjust my legs, ready to make my way off the bed, but he holds my hips in place.

Logan’s rough finger tips stroke my pussy lips, gathering the come that has leaked from there and pushing it back inside. “I love seeing my come drip from your swollen pussy, but I love it even more knowing you will be walking around with it there all day.” He swats my ass with his hand before continuing on, “Time to get up, pretty girl; we have a play date today. Go get ready, but don’t wash me away, do you understand?” He finishes with a stern voice, making my pussy pulse for aftershocks.

“Of course, Logan, I wouldn’t dream of it.” Smiling as I exit the bed and head towards the bathroom to fix the rat nest, I am sure my hair has become.

Thirty minutes later we are both dressed and heading out of Logan’s room. He insisted that I wear only a white t-shirt dress with nothing underneath or on my feet. I trail behind Logan, my bare feet pad against the cold concrete flooring in the hallway, making me shiver. The muscles in his back and ass rippling beneath his clothes as he goes. I can’t help but admire how sexy he is in just black joggers and a white t-shirt. It makes drool pool in my mouth, wishing I could spend all day wrapped in his arms in bed. Mind drifting back to this morning's sexcapade getting me so hot and bothered again that I don’t even notice that we’ve made it to Logan’s workshop until I run smack dab into his back. I ricochet off of him, almost falling on my ass, but his iron grip holds me upright. Once I’m steady on my feet again, he turns back towards the door and unlocks it with his keycard.

We don’t even get the door fully open before we hear the screeching coming from inside. The high pitched decibels that Shannon is reaching right now would be admirable if it wasn’t so damn annoying. Logan ushers me through the open door before shutting us both inside with the banshee strapped to the steel table within. Ignoring her to the best of my ability, I make my way over to Logan’s desk against the wall, pulling out his leather chair and plopping down in it. Leaning back, I cross my legs underneath me, getting comfortable for the show that is about to unfold.

Logan is making his way towards Shannon, her pleas for mercy flooding from her lips, “Logan, thank god, it’s you! Help me! That bitch is a psycho; you have to help me!” My eyes roll with her delusions of Logan actually helping her; does she not remember how he helped me get her out of the trunk and down here? Logan just stands there watching her with his arms crossed, assessing her naked body, and it makes my skin crawl. I’m not usually the jealous type, and right about now I think I should be with how he’s looking at her. But the look of disgust marring his face as he peruses her body tampers my feelings back down, making me relax back into the chair.

“Earth to Logan! What the fuck are you waiting for? Get me out of here!” Shannon yells, trying to get his attention, but all it does is make him chuckle darkly.

“Shannon, do you know what this place is? Surely you can’t really be this dense.” She stutters, trying to form words, but nothing is coming out of her pale, cracked lips. Logan stalks around her body towards her head. His fingers swiping her hair from her eyes, before he leans down towards her ear to say, “Welcome to Harmony Heights, Shannon, where the only way you get to leave here is in pieces.” The scream that leaves her mouth makes me giggle in delight for what is to come.