Page 42 of Meet Me in the Valley (Oakwood Valley #2)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

TIA

Bang bang bang.

“Fuck, that’s it.”

Bang bang bang.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

Bang bang bang.

“Oh my god. Right there, Logan.”

My eyes roll to the back of my skull as Logan pounds into me relentlessly, slamming the headboard into the wall. I’m afraid security might show up because there’s no way the entire hallway of this hotel isn’t hearing us right now.

The noises he’s drawing out of me are so lewd and indecent as I press my palms flat against the headboard above my head with my ankles up by his ears.

I’m covered in his cum. It’s all over my stomach, my tits, my neck. I had this insatiable need for him to mark me, then begged him to fuck me with his release literally dripping off my body.

His mouth drips with filthy praise, curling heat down my spine with every piston of his powerful hips.

“Look at you covered in my fucking cum.”

“You’re so damn tight.”

“Tell me you want it harder, baby.”

God, I’m so close to coming with his words alone. I selfishly rake him in. Every muscle in his gorgeous body strains and flexes, and I’m reaping all the benefits as he sends me further into outer space.

I’m losing my mind, floating and falling all at once. It’s all-consuming, drowning me in a sea of powerful emotions that fills my head with a lust-filled haze. I can’t tell up from down or east from west. I’m just spiraling into the unknown, putting all of my trust in Logan.

Trusting he’ll take care of me. Trusting he won’t hurt me. And trusting he’ll love me the way I dream of him loving me.

But I’m bound to him right now, letting him take my body and suck my soul clean. The pleasure he gives me is other worldly, setting off an electric current that’s running through my blood.

“Jesus, baby. If you could see how fucking sexy you look right now, taking my dick,” Logan grunts through his thrusts, perched up on his knees as his hands grip the back of mine, spreading me obscenely wide for him.

“Record it,” I taunt, raising my eyebrow in challenge.

His hips slow, more in a rolling motion now than a punch. “Are you being for real?”

I eagerly nod with a smirk. “I’m being so fucking for real, Lo. Record us.”

“You know it’d be for our eyes only. I’d never show it to anyone, baby.”

I moan as he pulls himself all the way out, then pushes back in at a teasing pace. “I know. I trust you.”

I twist the upper half of my body toward the nightstand where Logan’s phone lies. With Logan still inside of me, I unlock the camera and hand it to him. I feel his cock twitch when he holds the phone over me, his crooked grin looking more sinister than its usual playful nature.

I hear the beep that indicates he’s recording, and give him my sexiest smile to the camera with a wave. If this were anyone else, I’d feel awkward and maybe a little insecure. But not with Logan. Never with Logan. This was my idea, after all.

“Alright folks, Logan here reporting from inside Tia’s pussy.”

I bark out a laugh, covering my face with my hands. He’s so stupid. I feel a flush bloom on my neck, creeping up to my cheeks when Logan bats my hands away, chuckling.

He points the camera at my face, but I look past it and hold his gaze instead. His eyes soften when he notices, then flare with heat as he pans the camera down my cum-covered body. He’s still inside me, hard as steel.

“Fuck, baby. I can’t wait to fill up this pretty pussy,” he rasps, reaching down to gather his cum, then using it to rub my clit.

I throw my head back, hiking my left leg over his shoulder so he can get deeper.

Logan wraps the arm he’s holding the phone with around my leg while his free hand glides through his cum on my body, smearing it in lazy patterns.

We moan together as he moves inside me, gradually picking up the pace.

The playfulness is gone, and I watch Logan’s hooded gaze look to where he’s thrusting into me through the screen.

He angles the camera to where we’re connected, and I spread my right leg wider for him, slightly lifting on my elbows as he continues to tease my clit in circles, gathering my juices and mixing it with his cum.

My moans grow louder, my breaths more shallow, and my pussy clenching tighter the deeper he hits my g-spot. Over and over again like he lives there. It drives me wild.

“You think you can make this pussy squirt for me like last time?” he pants, angling his hips up to hit my sweet spot. I see stars—bright, burning stars.

“Y-yeah,” I breathe, “keep hitting it like that, and I’ll come all over your cock, Lo.”

Logan wastes no time getting me there. His brows pinch, and his eyes darken with determination to set me off. He’s begging for my release just as much as I need his. We breathe in unison, our moans mingling in a depraved song.

The familiar pressure builds down low, brewing into a menacing storm I know will crash into me with little warning. Logan’s body is taking me there as I feel the crown of his perfect cock stroke exactly where I need him to.

“I’m about to come,” I mewl, prompting Logan to rail me into next week.

His skin slaps against mine, growls unfurling from his chest, creating a dirty soundtrack to our fucking that ultimately sends me over the edge.

“Give it to me.”

The pressure is savage, tearing Logan’s cock free from my soaked, clenching cunt. I completely break apart, drenching him with the brutal force of my orgasm.

“Look at all that cum. Fuck yes. Keep going, baby,” he groans in awe.

I’m on the brink of blacking out as Logan wrings every drop from me, ruthlessly flicking my clit back and forth with the swollen tip of his dick as I squirt uncontrollably, soaking us both in hot, shameless waves.

I don’t have time to breathe before Logan slaps my pussy with his cock, drenching himself with my juices, then slides home.

I sob out his name as he batters into me like a wild man on the loose, wet and slippery from all of my arousal.

“I’m going to fill your pussy, baby. You ready?”

Am I ever.

We’re both hovering in a place between fantasy and reality, floating together in this carnal bliss I never want to escape. He ruts and punishes. Assaults and takes. His cock thickens against my inner walls, and I’m salivating for his release. I need it more than I need to breathe.

“Please come inside me, Logan. I want it,” I plead, clenching myself tighter around him until he finally lets go.

“Fuck, take it all, baby.”

A guttural growl rips from his throat, wild and untamed. The second I feel the heat of his thick release spilling inside me, another shattering orgasm blindsides me, tearing through my body and leaving me wrecked in its wake.

I’m spent. Done for. I almost forget that Logan’s recording as we both come down from the intensity of our climaxes. I can’t help but let out a breathy laugh. Logan wears a sated, dreamy smile, his cock still pulsing inside of me with the camera pointing at where we’re connected.

He leans down, kissing me with fire and passion. It has me sinking further into the mattress, melting at his touch.

“Look at the mess we’ve made,” he drawls, talking to the camera. He slowly slides out of me, capturing the white sticky substance leaking out of my hole. “Look at my cum leaking out of you, T. Makes me wanna shove it back in.”

Without a second thought, he’s gathering his arousal and pushing it back deep inside me, painting my inner walls with his thick fingers.

Pointing the camera to my face, I stick out my tongue, making him laugh. “So, Tia. My sexy ass minx. Goddess of sex and queen of my heart.”

“Shut up,” I giggle, taking my foot and pushing it between his pectorals.

“On a scale of one to ‘That was by far the greatest sex of my life, and I will never have a man who does it as good as Logan because he’s ruined all other men for me, and I now belong to him and no one else for the rest of my days’—how good was it?”

I shake my head at him, not bothering to smother the smile he’s always bringing to my face. This man did just give me the best sex of my life, and I’m already craving more.

“Definitely a one. I’ve had better.”

“You’re going to regret that, minx.”

Tossing his phone on the bed, he cages me with both of his arms by my head, pinning my hips down into the mattress so I can’t escape.

A fit of giggles flutter through me, and he swallows them all with a punishing kiss.

I have at least three different maneuvers I can use to get out of this position, but I don’t care to use them.

I love the way he claims me with his mouth. I love the way he nips my lips and tickles my neck with his teeth, making me laugh harder than anyone else can.

I’ve never experienced happiness like this. The phrase “It’s too good to be true” lingers like an incessant mosquito buzzing around in my ear. I want to slap it away and shut it up for good.

This is Logan. Not the Logan everyone else knows. I have to believe he’s different with me, that the feelings he conjures in me are unique to us. Sex like that has to be fueled by things greater than lust.

Is it so wrong that I believe it’s all driven by love? Love that Logan has for me? More than friends?

Maybe this is nothing more than a mirage — a fleeting dream in the Nevada heat, where we burn bright in Vegas, only to vanish the second we leave its spell. We can’t stay here forever, no matter how badly I wish we could.

I’ll deal with the fear of losing him tomorrow, because tonight?

I belong to him.

A faint rumbling stirs me from my deep sleep, waking me slowly as I feel each section of my body come to life. I wiggle my toes, stretch my legs, and flex my arms until my eyelids finally peel open. My mind trails slowly behind my body as consciousness hits me.

I smile inwardly at the delicious aches blooming over the entirety of me, reminding me of my night with Logan. Throbbing between my legs makes my face heat, and a soreness in my lower back has flashes of me arched in ecstasy at the way Logan claimed my body from behind.