Long and Hard: A Bad Boy Box Set

by Lulu Pratt

  “Suck it,” he pleads with a tilt to his head watching as his ten inches disappear down my throat.

  Now he’s desperate, holding my neck while his hips rock forward, pushing himself down my throat with urgency and need.

  “Don’t stop,” he bites out and I know he’s close, which drives me on.

  Gripping him tightly with both hands, I move my fists in opposite directions, twisting like I’m grinding pepper, while I suck him as fast as I can.

  “Oh fuck,” his eyes clench shut, but this time I don’t punish him. My jaws are tense and sore from stretching so far for so long.

  “I’m gonna come,” he moans in that vulnerable voice I only hear as he’s losing control. It always makes my sex clench with desire.

  “Ava, baby, you have to stop,” he pleads, but he can’t take his cock from me. His hand is still wrapped in my hair, his hips now thrusting forward harder and faster.

  “Fuck, I’m gonna come!” he yells, trying to warn me, but I’ve wanted to taste him for days, and I’m not stopping.

  “Ahh!” he moans as his balls draw up, just before his cock twitches against my tongue.

  Thick, warm, cream shoots into the back of my throat while he grips both of his hands around my head, holding me in position. Sucking him gently, I milk every drop of his semen, swallowing his salty spunk.

  “Oh, fuck,” he sighs, pulling his still erect cock from my mouth as his hands drop to his side while he takes two unsteady steps back.

  “Get on the fucking bed,” he growls.

  Wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I lick my lips as he watches me intensely. Before I can even stand, he pulls me into him, crashing our mouths together as shock floods through me.

  I’ve just swallowed his spunk and now his tongue is swirling around mine. He doesn’t even care, but it turns me on so much. My pussy is so wet, I can feel it through the lace as he pulls away, leaving me panting.

  “I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you can’t take it,” he whispers in my ear, pulling at the expensive lace as it tears beneath his hands.

  I only make it one step to the bed before he bends me over roughly, slamming into me without warning.

  “Fuck!” I yell in shock as he fills me so fast and hard.

  His hand slaps my ass hard while he grips my hip tightly with the other. He’s fucking me so hard, and it’s so good. Just sucking him off got me so turned on, I’m close to an orgasm before he’s even found his rhythm.

  “Yes, oh, Logan! Yes!” I cry as my body surges backward, desperate for his painful pleasure.

  “Come, Ava! I want it!” he growls, and I come on command, shocking myself.

  Never in my life has someone had such a sexual hold over me, able to bring me to climax with a word. Screams of pleasure roll off my tongue as I come hard and long while Logan keeps pumping me full of his hard cock.

  Climbing onto the bed behind me, he pulls my ass up as I hold myself on all fours, and he fucks me right through my orgasm without a pause.

  His hand sweeps over my clit, causing me to flinch as he wipes up what feels like an influx of juices before running his hand down the crack of my ass, coating me with slickness.

  “Don’t flinch, baby, that’s mine,” he growls, sliding in and out of me quickly.

  “It’s yours, Logan,” I assure him as my head falls over with pleasure.

  “And I want this too,” he says, running his thumb over my puckering asshole.

  I gasp loudly, but don’t dare deny him. My body is his for the taking, so I arch my back, poking my ass out to him.

  “Good girl,” he moans it this time, like even he is shocked by his power over me.

  First there’s pressure, and then his thumb slides inside me – there. It’s a strange sensation, but in a good way as he grips inside me like a bowling ball.

  “Relax,” he says softly, his strokes in my pussy now slower and more sensual.

  Taking a deep breath, I try my best to relax my body, and just when I do, he slides out of my pussy, and his ten inches stretch my asshole until I can’t stand it.

  “Logan! Oh baby!” I cry, the feeling too intense, too sharp, it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before. My body slowly welcomes him from his new entrance.

  “Relax, I’m just gonna go slow. Just… fuck you’re tight,” he loses his train of thought, but his soft voice soothes me, and knowing it’s turning him on helps my body relax.

  The pain fades as his hand drops to my clit, massaging me as he fills me from the back.

  “Now you’re mine, Ava.” He groans, slowly increasing his pace, but waving his body into me as he creates a smooth rhythm.

  “I’ve been yours.” I moan in delight as it becomes more pleasurable than I ever imagined it could be.

  “You like it, don’t you?” he growls.

  “Oh, yes!” My head falls forward, leaving my ass in the air for him to ride like a cowboy.

  “Just trust me,” he groans, and my stomach drops.

  Maybe it’s the intimacy, maybe it’s the word ‘trust,’ but everything floods back to me about Petra and my betrayal of him. My mind leaves the bedroom, and I’m filled with anxiety knowing this will all come to an end when he learns that he can’t trust me.

  My orgasm falls flat, and my body goes tense. Logan notices, trying to coach me, but it’s of no use, his voice is like a faded intercom far, far away as my thoughts scream loudly, drowning him out in the process.

  I’ve gone from a high to a low in a matter of seconds, and it feels like a roller coaster. I can’t even bring myself back to the present, frozen with guilt and shame about what’s sure to happen in the future.

  Logan’s voice comes in clear as his hand dips to my clit. “I want it again.”

  It feels good, and after a few rubs back and forth, my orgasm returns, but only faintly, in the distance like a mirage.

  “Stop fighting it, Ava,” Logan reads my body perfectly, but I’m not fighting it, it’s fighting me.

  “Ahh!” The torture of not being able to feel my climax frustrates me as my eyes clench shut while Logan humps my ass slow and steady.

  Sliding two fingers inside of me, he massages my clit with his palm, his torso folds over me as our sweaty bodies move as one in a wave-like motion.

  “There you go,” he kisses my shoulder softly.

  “I can’t,” I cry, feeling the orgasm slip away.

  “You will,” he growls, his hand sliding over my clit as his fingers surge deep inside of me.

  “Logan!” I cry, the sensation of being filled to my max in both holes is incredible.

  “I want it, Ava.” He humps me, his chest heaving from fucking me so good and so long.

  “Baby,” I groan, unable to give him what he wants.

  “Fine,” he says, sliding his fingers from me.

  Just when I think he’s giving up, I feel a sharp sting on my clit as he slams into my ass. I don’t realize he’s spanked my sex until he does it again.

  “Come, Ava!” The sensation, like nothing I’ve ever felt before, is sharp and intense, but delayed.

  “Ahh!” I cry, my climax now strong and scary – threatening to tear me apart.

  “Ava! Now!” Logan yells, slapping my clit hard again, and I can take no more, just as he warned before he started.

  I come so hard my body collapses onto the bed, as my legs tremble uncontrollably.

  “That’s it, give it all to me,” Logan whispers, his hand beneath my limp body, rubbing my clit as my climax continues to rattle through me.

  I feel his cock twitch inside me, as he bites out words, struggling to coach me as he releases his own orgasm.

  His heavy body lays on mine, gently stroking my sex until I’ve stopped shuddering. We’re both panting, drained of every ounce of energy when he finally rolls from me.

  “I have a surprise for you,” Logan says, out of breath.

  My body can barely move, so I just look over, rather than twisting to face him.

  “We�
��re going to Fiji tomorrow.”

  Chapter 31

  AVA

  “IS IT DOWN there?” I ask Logan, pointing to a narrow street that looks like it could lead to the water.

  After a short night’s rest, we traveled to Fiji, but our new driver seems a bit confused about how exactly to get to our resort.

  “I don’t know, baby,” Logan answers lazily, looking out the window as Rodrick talks to someone before jumping back in the car.

  “You’ve never been here?” I ask in shock and from the smile he gives me, I know he can read my excitement.

  “Nope. It’s a first for me too,” he leans down and kisses me as Rodrick explains some directions to the driver.

  After possibly the most intense and erotic sexual experience of my life, I slept like a baby before waking up with a new game plan. What Logan and I had was too strong, too deep, too genuine, to be destroyed by something that was so fixable.

  Petra had some explaining to do, and so would I when I returned the jewelry she’d stolen, but I was certain that if I could just find a way to sneak it back into his home, or even come clean about how I discovered it, Logan would have to forgive me.

  It was a simple fix, because I was sure Petra still had no idea I’d discovered her secret, since we never got to have the conversation I wanted before I left.

  Until then, there really wasn’t much I could do, and there was no way I would risk ruining a trip in paradise focusing on the future while the present was nothing short of perfection.

  Besides, Logan made it crystal clear last night that he was not willing to let me sulk or worry about anything in peace. My pleasure was his pleasure, and I wanted to please him.

  The car begins to roll to a stop outside a tall, discreet black iron gate, and Logan sits up, whispering something to Rodrick. With a nod and a gesture I can’t quite see, Rodrick instructs the man to continue driving before encountering a security guard, who peers into the window.

  His eyes scroll over all our faces before he steps back and waves the driver on as the gate slowly opens. It’s strange, as I doubt his ability to recognize us, but I don’t have long to make sense of it, because the tall gate has obviously been hiding paradise, and my eyes grow wide, my mouth gaping as I take in the unbelievable sight.

  “Oh, my God,” I gasp as the car pulls closer and closer to the bluest water I’ve ever seen in my life. Two ladies wait with trays of drinks as a man opens my car door.

  “Go ahead, baby,” Logan whispers before kissing my cheek. I hadn’t even realized I was as still as a statue.

  “Welcome!” the man says as I step out of the car. Everything is even more beautiful outside the dark tints of the car windows.

  “Hello, Ava!” One of the women greets me by name, extending her tray. Accepting the fruity drink with an orange slice clipped to the rim of the glass, I sip the strong cocktail slowly as Logan joins me, his hand resting on my hip.

  “Mr. Draper, welcome to paradise. May I show you to your suite?” she asks as Logan takes a cocktail from the tray.

  “Yes, please,” he nods before sipping his drink.

  “Right this way,” she walks to the water, which is even more beautiful up close. Sprinkled with light blue and turquoise, the view appears to be never ending.

  “You are in our presidential villa, with a full staff,” she smiles, twisting to talk while walking us to the edge of the water.

  With bare feet, she takes us down a narrow bridge above the water, which leads to a villa that looks to be its own island, on stilts above the ocean.

  A line of men and women greet us outside of the structure as our escort introduces everyone – a maid, a chef, a massage therapist and a butler.

  “Please, come inside,” she gestures to the front door and I follow, mystified by the architectural beauty.

  Unlike rustic villas I’ve seen online, this is a modern build, equipped with beautiful white furniture tastefully accented with bamboo. Everything about the villa is clean, simplistic and luxurious.

  “This phone will dial to Roger, your butler, and he can arrange any and everything you’d like. We are so happy for you to join us here in Fiji and are available all day and night to make your trip unforgettable.” She holds her hands together and bows slightly before leaving us.

  “This is beautiful,” I say.

  Logan looks around as if inspecting the place, his hand occasionally running over a piece of furniture, or touching the petal of a flower.

  “Look,” he calls my attention when he reaches what looks to be a balcony.

  A private infinity pool takes my breath away as I peer out the window before turning to smile at him. Knowing he put this all together makes me feel incredibly sexy, and I tug at his pants ready to show him how thankful I am.

  “You’re insatiable, baby,” he chuckles, but he doesn’t stop me.

  “You shouldn’t be so good at it then,” I blink slowly looking up at him while sinking to my knees.

  The excitement is evident in his eyes, as he pulls his boxers down, stepping out of the fabric eagerly, his cock growing before my eyes.

  “Are you gonna watch this time?” I ask, and his jaw tenses as his Adam’s apple rises and falls slowly.

  Twirling my tongue around the tip of his length, I watch him, our gazes less urgent and desperate, more longing and calm. Taking my time, I slide him in and out of my mouth as I wind my head from sides to side, savoring every inch of him.

  My tongue is worshiping his cock as I kneel, looking up at him with pure adoration. There’s nothing I won’t do for this man. My heart is so full of emotion as he cradles the nape of my neck with his strong hand, peering into my soul with his deep blue eyes.

  His free hand lowers to my face as he gently brushes a stray hair away, his hips beginning to rock forward as he silently begs me to take more.

  “Mmm,” I hum as his tip touches the back of my throat, and he blows a breath through his clenched teeth.

  “Fuck! Slow down,” he groans, but I don’t want to.

  The saltiness stings the back of my throat as he drips a tiny bit of pre-cum. Turning him on is the greatest aphrodisiac, and it leads me to suck him faster, my mouth taking as much of him as I can manage, our eyes locked as he edges to an orgasm.

  To my surprise, he steps back, leaving me empty and wanting as he pulls himself from my mouth.

  “I’m coming inside you,” he says, lifting me to my feet before quickly undressing me as we both fall to the bed.

  Our bodies are so used to each other now, we fall into position like an orchestrated ballet, my legs quickly wrapping around him as he positions himself between my legs before sliding into me smoothly and easily. He fits me perfectly, and within three strokes I’ve coated him in my juices, allowing him to slip in and out of me with ease.

  “Oh, baby,” he groans as our bodies rock together, moving as one.

  “Logan! You feel so good.”

  His body digs into me as he presses against the mattress with his feet to push further inside of me.

  “Oh, Ava,” he groans, gripping my body as he squeezes and kisses me.

  Our limbs intertwine as we both struggle to fight our urges, trying to extend the pleasure. It’s the most sensual and slow lovemaking we’ve ever had, and my body rolls to a climax with precision as Logan moves his body like a wave, stroking me long and deep.

  “I love you, Ava.” It’s a whisper, maybe even a murmur, spoken so low I shouldn’t hear it, but I do. Loudly.

  His hands rest on each side of my face, focusing my attention on him as he digs into my body. I stare into his eyes as he uses every inch of his body to show me how strongly he feels about me.

  “I love you,” he says again, this time clearly.

  “Logan,” a tear rolls down my face as he strokes inside me, my sex clenching around him as I begin to unravel.

  “I love you,” he repeats, as if he’s just hearing himself say it.

  “I love you, too, Logan,” I cry, tears ro
ll down my face as my orgasm swallows me whole.

  We climax together. It’s the words more than the movements that have brought us to our peak pleasure.

  The next two days are the best of my life, doing nothing but enjoying paradise with the man I love.

  Without any sightseeing, we decide to explore each other instead, spending our days talking until we’ve tired out ourselves, falling asleep in our lounge chairs before waking to make love by our private pool.

  Our staff really does make our trip the best ever, because for the entire two days, we never feel the need to leave, having every meal brought in, and even enjoying a couple’s massage on our balcony one evening.

  While Rodrick does come to visit once each evening, having a brief meeting with Logan on the balcony before retreating to his own villa, Logan doesn’t tend to any work.

  For the first time, he’s completely mine, giving me all his attention, and it feels amazing. Hearing him profess his love makes me feel like the most beautiful woman alive, and feeling equally as captivated, if not more, only intensifies the feeling.

  The vacation is like nothing I’ve ever experienced. I can’t wrap my head around how I could possibly be so lucky to be loved by a man as special and powerful as him.

  Logan’s words are impactful, resonating deep in my soul, but it’s his actions which truly show me how much he loves me. Logan is constantly thinking of me, making sure everything is to my liking. It’s his care and attention to detail that make me certain of his affection.

  Every night, and every morning, we bring each other to climaxes out of this world until neither of us can take any more pleasure. It’s unbelievable how easily we’re able to turn each other on, with a seemingly endless supply of seduction.

  By the time we prepare for departure, we’ve only unpacked our toiletries, spending most of our time wearing only the robes given to us in the suite. There’s no need for clothes, we even swim naked, constantly admiring and appreciating each other’s body.

  When we board the private plane to go home, I feel intertwined with him, even when he’s physically away, forcing Rodrick to give him a rapid update on what he’s missed so that he can get back to me as soon as possible.