“Easy, baby.” He opens the bottle, coating his fingers, and then they drop back down between my cheeks, all cold and slippery. “I can’t–” but his fingers are sending a delicious thrill through me. Logan continues stroking my dick with one hand while the other messes with my ass. My face flushes. “Stop thinking,” Logan growls. “It’s just an ass. A perfect ass.” He looks at me, and I try to close my legs. He stops me with his body. “Oh, fuck no. You can be a brat all you want, but you don’t get to be embarrassed about the thing that’s getting me off right now.”
