“Do you want my cock?” I nodded, already too drunk with desire to find words easily. “Say it.” “I want your cock,” I said on a broken, shuddering breath. “Where? Here?” He shoved a finger inside me, unapologetic. His face was shocking and dark, like a predator and I was his cornered prey. “Beg me for it.” I swallowed, not really sure how to do that. “Please, Logan.” “Not good enough. Make me believe.” The water ran into my eyes and made him blurry. His fingers moved in a wicked sequence, touching me outside and then plunging inside. Each time he repeated it, my need and agony grew. “Please,” I
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