Bound To My Husband

Chapter20

LOGAN

I stared blankly at Allison, unable to believe what she’d just said. She batted her lashes, looking incredibly sexy with just that simple look.

Swallowing hard, I tried to keep my composure. I was still furious with myself for failing to protect her.

"No," I said, standing up.

Disappointment crossed her face. I’d never seen this side of her before, and it was honestly amusing.

"Why?" She sprang up immediately, grabbing my shirt and pulling me close.

"I can't, Allie, please," I pleaded, my voice cracking with vulnerability. What was this woman doing to me? The terrifying part was that I loved every second of it.

"You’re the only man I sleep with, so how else am I supposed to quench this fire?" She sniffed, her eyes welling up.

Oh my God, was she actually crying for s*x right now? I blinked, trying to guide her back to her seat, but she defied me.

Instead of sitting, she used her weight to drag me down with her, forcing me to lie right on top of her as she wrapped her legs tight around my waist.

"Don't you find me attractive enough?"

That damn question again. I took a deep breath before answering. "You know I find you attractive."

"Then why are you pushing me away? You told me yesterday to prepare myself, didn't you?"

"Yes, I did, baby," I confessed, running a hand through my hair. "But right now, I'm in a terrible mood. If I f**k you like this, I'm going to take all my frustration out on you." I planted a quick kiss on her lips to soften the rejection I was giving her. "I might be too aggressive, and I don't want to hurt you."

Her eyes instantly lit up like Christmas lights.

"Yes, yes, please ruin me. I want that right now," she urged, tilting her head back.

I seriously wondered what kind of drugs Selena had given her because this was a completely different version of Allison. This girl looked ready to eat me alive.

"Baby, you really want it rough?" I muttered, needing to hear her confirm it.

"Rough, aggressive, give me everything," she demanded. She pushed me off her, and I stood up, watching curiously to see what she’d do next.

She guided me down onto the couch. I watched in a daze as she unbuckled my belt and slid my zipper down.

Shit, she was trying to dominate me. I just leaned back against the cushions, pretending I didn't have the strength to push her off or command her to stop.

She freed my c**k from my pants. Before I could even ask what she was planning, she dropped to her knees and took me fully into her mouth.

A sharp gasp escaped my throat as the intense warmth hit me. My breath hitched. I fought to control my reactions, trying to act like her actions weren't destroying my sanity, when deep down I was resisting the urge to scream.

She swallowed me deep, sucking with a steady, punishing rhythm, ensuring the tip grazed the back of her throat.

"f**k," I groaned under my breath. How the hell was she this good?

When she pulled away, the sudden loss of warmth almost made me curse out loud. She switched to stroking me gently, keeping absolute eye contact the entire time.

My throat went completely dry. I felt a desperate urge to pull her up and kiss her, but at the same time, I didn't want this torture to end. She slid her mouth back over me, this time focusing all her attention entirely on the tip. I felt my senses slipping away.

~Please... please,~ I begged silently. I fought the urge to say it aloud, terrified of looking weak if I started begging.

Then she began to lick the sensitive tip, and I literally gasped for air. This woman was driving me insane.

"Pleeeaaassseee," I finally cracked, swallowing my pride as the words ripped from my throat. I was entirely helpless, a sharp current of electricity shooting straight through my spine. "Oh my God, Allie, I f*****g love you."

Hearing that seemed to motivate her, and her pace turned frantic.

Suddenly, she stopped and stood up. She began removing her clothes one by one, forcing me to watch her. The hunger and desire burning inside me were agonizing; I had never yearned for anyone this badly in my entire life.

The moment she was bare, I lunged forward, trying to pin her against the couch to f**k her senselessly, but she pressed a hand against my chest.

"I want to dominate. I want to be in control," she whispered, placing a finger over my lips to cut off my kiss.

"Yes, ma'am," I laughed breathlessly. I spat on my hand and rubbed her damp center. "Why don't you be a good girl and come sit on this d**k then?" I settled back into the cushions, stroking myself. The pure hunger on her face was undeniable.

She turned her back to me and straddled my lap. Guiding me to her opening, she slowly lowered herself down, letting me fill her completely until she was resting flush against my thighs.

She started grinding against me in slow, agonizing circles, anchoring her hands firmly on my knees. Then, she began lifting her hips, riding up and down, bouncing heavily on me.

I couldn't resist grabbing her by the waist as I watched her from behind. The view was staggering. I was utterly obsessed with every single inch of this woman.

Slowly, I began thrusting upward to meet her pace. The sudden depth made her moan loudly, the steady, rhythmic sound of our skin colliding echoing through the quiet room.

"Logan, please, it's too much, I can't take it!" she cried out, her fingers digging desperately into my thighs. She was already squirting, her liquid soaking my legs.

"You were the one who wanted it rough," I reminded her, a dark edge to my voice. "I haven't even started yet."

"Baby, please, don't stop. Break me," she sobbed, her whimpers mixing with heavy moans.

"Be careful what you wish for," I teased.

I began driving into her harder and faster, bottoming out inside her with every heavy stroke.

"Logan..." her voice faded into a breathless whisper.

"Call me Daddy."

"Daddy," she whimpered, sniffing.

"Good girl."