Chapter 30: Logan finally snaps Caroline’s pussy leaks endlessly
The dual stimulation—deep, relentless thrusts and those skilled fingers on her clit—shattered her within seconds. The orgasm crashed through her in long, powerful waves. Her walls clamped down around his cock in rhythmic pulses; a raw, helpless cry tore from her throat. Logan fucked her through it, never slowing, drawing the climax out until her body went pliant and trembling beneath him. Only when the strongest spasms eased did he ease his fingers away and simply hold himself deep, breathing hard against her neck.
He stayed like that for long moments, letting her come down while his cock remained hard and throbbing inside her. Soft kisses trailed along her jaw, her cheek, the corner of her mouth. When her breathing finally steadied he lifted his head and looked down at her.
"We’re still not finished," he said quietly. "You’re going to get on your hands and knees next. I’m going to oil you again, and then I’m going to teach you how to take me from behind while you reach back and spread yourself for me. Slow at first. Then harder. And you’re going to come at least twice more before I let myself finish."
Caroline’s only answer was a shaky, needy sound and the way her inner walls fluttered around him once more. The shyness was still there—visible in the flush that spread down her chest—but so was the open hunger. Logan smiled, dark and satisfied, and slowly pulled out of her.
A soft sound of loss left her throat. He rolled her onto her stomach, then helped her onto her hands and knees in the center of the bed. The position left her completely open and exposed. Fresh oil poured into his palm. He started at her shoulders again, working the warm liquid down the line of her spine, over the soft curves of her ass, along the backs of her thighs. When he reached the apex he spent long minutes simply coating her swollen folds, two fingers gliding through the slick heat without entering, the skill turning every light stroke into bright sparks.
Caroline’s arms trembled. Soft, continuous whimpers filled the quiet room.
Logan finally positioned himself behind her, the thick head of his cock resting against her entrance. One hand settled on the small of her back; the other guided himself as he pushed in—slow, inch by inch, watching the way her body stretched to accept him once more.
"Reach back," he ordered quietly. "Spread yourself open for me. I want to see everything while I fuck you."
Her hands moved obediently, fingers framing her own folds and holding herself open. The visual alone made Logan’s control fray further. He began to move—long, deep strokes that let her feel every ridge and vein. The oil made the slide filthy and perfect. Every few thrusts he ground deep and stayed there, rolling his hips in tight circles that pressed the head of his cock against that sensitive inner place until she cried out.
"That’s it," he murmured, voice rough. "Keep holding yourself open. I’m going to take my time with you."
Logan’s control finally snapped.
The sight of Caroline on her hands and knees, oil-slick and open, fingers holding herself spread for him while his cock sank into her inch by inch was the last thread. He had spent the last hour teaching, correcting, denying, drawing every response out of her with deliberate patience. Now the patience was gone.
He drove forward in one hard thrust, burying himself to the root with a low, guttural sound. Caroline’s arms nearly gave out. A sharp, startled cry tore from her throat as the full length of him slammed against that sensitive place inside her. Logan’s hands locked onto her hips hard enough to leave faint marks, and he set a pace that had nothing to do with instruction.
Deep. Powerful. Relentless.
Every thrust was a claim. The wet, filthy slap of his hips against her oiled ass filled the bedroom. He fucked her like he had been holding back for hours—because he had. The thick head of his cock dragged along her front wall on every stroke, then slammed home again, over and over. Caroline’s moans turned into broken, continuous sounds. Her fingers slipped from where she had been holding herself open; she braced both hands on the mattress instead, pushing back to meet him even as the force of each thrust rocked her forward.
Logan leaned over her, chest pressed to her back, one arm wrapping around her waist to keep her exactly where he wanted her. His mouth found the side of her neck, open and hungry, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. The other hand slid beneath her, two fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in firm, relentless circles timed to his thrusts. The Perverted Hands skill turned the dual assault into something almost unbearable. Caroline’s thighs shook violently. Soft, desperate cries spilled from her with every impact.
"You’re mine right now," he growled against her skin, voice rough and low. "This body. This tight little cunt. All of it."
He punctuated the words with harder thrusts, angling so every stroke ground against the spot that made her see stars. Caroline’s response was a broken sob of pleasure. Whatever shyness had lingered earlier was gone, burned away by the sheer intensity. She pushed back against him, meeting every powerful drive of his hips, the oil and her own slickness making the slide filthy and perfect.
Logan straightened, both hands gripping her hips again, and really let go. The rhythm turned almost brutal—deep, pounding strokes that filled the room with the wet sound of skin meeting skin. He watched the way her ass rippled with every impact, the way her pussy stretched around him, the way her back arched and her head dropped forward as pleasure overtook her. One hand slid up her spine and into her hair, gathering the damp strands and tugging her head back so he could see her face in profile—lips parted, eyes half-lidded, completely lost.
He fucked her through the first orgasm without slowing. It hit her hard and sudden, walls clamping down in rhythmic pulses around his cock. A raw cry tore from her throat. Logan kept driving into her, drawing the climax out until her arms gave way and she dropped to her elbows, ass still raised for him. He followed her down, never pulling out, the new angle letting him sink even deeper.