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“Yes. I feel like a rag doll, soft and sated.” I stretch, enjoying the afterglow.

“We have two more times to go.”

I tilt my head, confused.

“I said you’d scream my name three times today. That was only the first time.” His eyes glint with wicked promise.

“No, I can’t again,” I mumble when I realize his intention. “I can’t come more than once.”

“I never break promises. Three times, even if it takes hours.” He trails a finger down my stomach, making me shiver.

“Hours?” I squeak. Is he serious?

He moves back down between my legs and places a soft kiss on my sensitive flesh. I press my thighs together, but he spreads them apart once more, settling between them.

“I already told you, you don’t hide from me. Ever.” His hot breath ghosts over me, and I whimper, both intimidated and aroused by his determination to wring every ounce of pleasure from my body.

As he stands, he unbuttons his pants and lets them fall to the ground. I hadn’t even realized he was still wearing them. Now, his erection is fully visible, thick and imposing, and I let out a deep breath.

“Don’t tell me I’m too big because I’ve seen your vibrator,” he says with a smirk. “And it’s larger.”

“You saw that?” I bite my lip, realizing I underestimated him. This is Logan Valeur, after all—observant and perceptive. Nothing slips by him. “I don’t even know why I bought that thing. It’s too big. Just like you.”

He slips on a condom and positions himself above me once more. “You’re going to take all of me,” he declares as he aligns himself at my entrance. “Every single inch. Like a good girl.” With one powerful thrust, he penetrates deeply, filling and stretching me to my capacity.

I whimper.

“Are you okay?” He searches my eyes, his jaw clenched.

“Yes, why? Is it in yet?” I reply, curling my lips into a playful smirk while my body reacts.

His eyes narrow, and his lips form a tight line. He shifts his pelvis, withdrawing slightly before thrusting in again.

I let out a moan.

“If you’re going to tease me, I won’t hold back,” he warns, thrusting with force once more, each movement seeming to stretch me further. “You,” he says, driving deeper, “will feel,” pausing with another powerful thrust, “every inch.”

The saleswoman at the sex shop was right. Size matters, and I feel it in every fiber of my being. I swear he reaches my lungs, robbing me of my breath.

Logan doesn’t hold back, drilling into me with relentless force, each thrust a potent blend of pain and pleasure. Our bodies collide with increasing intensity, the room filled only with the sounds of our labored breaths and the bed’s protests against the hardwood floor.

My muscles tense and spasm under the strain, and an overwhelming desire to climax consumes me.

I teeter on the edge but can’t quite tip over, my sensitivity from the previous orgasm acting as sweet torture.

“I can’t do it again. It’s too much,” I moan out.

“You can, baby,” he insists, placing his palm on my lower stomach and applying pressure.

“What are you doing?” I gasp as the sensation intensifies, propelling me rapidly upward.

“Getting you there,” he groans, his breath hot against my neck. “Is that good?”

It’s more than good—it’s overwhelming.

A release seems to unlock within me, a pleasant vibration spreading to my limbs, growing stronger with each second. I climb higher, poised at the cliff’s edge, ready to leap into the abyss of pleasure when Logan lets out a deep, resonant moan.

“Fuck! Yes.”