Of Loss & Betrayal (Madison & Logan 2)

I laughed as he tossed me onto the bed, but my amusement quickly turned into desire as he pressed me into the mattress. He took my sweater off in one quick movement and I gasped when he slid his hands underneath the cups of my bra. My nipples pebbled against his rough palms as he brushed them against my breasts. His fingers found my nipples, twisting and pulling them, making me arch my back. He leaned down, catching one of them between his teeth before sucking hard.

I moaned, every nerve-ending in my body feeling alive. I lifted my hips, pressing into his erection that was nestled between my legs. I couldn’t believe how lucky I was to get to spend the rest of my life with this beautiful, strong man.

“I love you, Maddie,” he whispered, as he looked up to gaze at my face. It was hard for me to think straight, let alone reply, because he was still teasing my taut nipples with his fingers.

He watched me as he continued to squeeze and caress my nipples. “You belong to me,” he said in a low voice. I was lost in a sea of desire, and his words just heightened my arousal.

“Yes,” I whispered, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he leaned down again to take my other nipple in his mouth. “I belong to you.”

Logan’s hands slipped down and undid my jeans. I cried out when he pushed one hand down under my jeans and beneath my panties, pressing against my wetness. “What about this pussy? Who does it belong to?”

“You,” I cried out mindlessly, my head thrashing back and forth when he slipped his thumb down onto my clit, stroking it. “My pussy belongs to you.”

Logan made a sound of pure male satisfaction, and I gasped when he roughly pulled my jeans off. Before I knew it, my bra and panties joined the rest of my clothes on the floor. Logan stood at the foot of the bed, staring down at me, his expression dark with desire.

“Let me take pictures of you.”

“What?” I roused out of my haze of desire to frown at him. “What do you mean?”

Logan had a half-smile on his face. “It’s the night of our engagement. We should commemorate it.” He raised an eyebrow. “Actually, I just want shots of you naked, wearing on

ly the ring. We’ll call it an engagement present.”

I scrunched up my face. “I’m supposed to get you an engagement present?”

Logan laughed. “That’s the thing you’re questioning out of this whole scenario?”

I gave him a mock pout, but my mind was whirring. Was he suggesting this because he wanted to blot out the memory of the supposed engagement picture Kristina had shown us as evidence? I pushed the thought away as soon as I had it. I wouldn’t let Kristina ruin this moment. This was just about Logan and me.

“I guess if it’s an engagement present, I’ll have to oblige.” I gave him a look of worry. “But these better stay private!”

Logan gave me a look. “Like I would let anyone see pictures of you naked. You’re something I’m definitely not planning on sharing.”

He grabbed his camera from the bedroom closet and walked back towards the bed, pointing it at me. I looked at him awkwardly, unsure of what to do. I had no experience in this, and I didn’t know how to transform from girl next door to porn star.

Logan started taking pictures and I frowned at him. “What am I supposed to be do?”

“Spread your legs,” he ordered huskily. “I want to see your wet pussy.”

I swallowed as I followed his direction, arousal replacing my embarrassment. I told myself to let loose. I was with the man I loved. My future husband. There was no reason to feel awkward.

“That’s it,” he said in a low voice, as I slid my hands down, touching myself. “Let me see you play with yourself.”

His words were highly erotic and I felt myself getting wetter as I stroked my clit. He came closer, his camera zooming in on me caressing myself, but instead of making me feel awkward, I felt a surge of empowerment. I could see how turned on Logan was becoming by this, and it made me lose all my inhibitions.

“Use your other hand to play with your nipples.”

I reached up with one hand, twisting my nipple with my fingers as my other hand continued to rub my engorged clit. My breathing was becoming labored. I was as turned on by the clicking of the camera as I was by my own hands.

“How does it feel?” Logan murmured.

“It feels so good,” I whimpered, my hand moving faster and faster between my legs, my other hand pulling at my nipple.

“Let me see you fuck yourself.”

My breath hitched at his words. I slipped my hand further down, moaning as I pushed first one, then two fingers into my tight wetness. I thrust my fingers in and out, my hips bucking, moving in rhythm with my strokes. Logan continued to take pictures but I could hear his heavy breathing.

“Taste yourself. Let me see you put your wet fingers in your mouth.”