Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,47

all she wanted?

She’d already come all she wanted.

She couldn’t possibly do it again.

The Hitachi kept buzzing against her painfully sensitive clit, not giving her a moment’s rest from its assault, and Logan was thrusting, his cock gliding in and out of her hole, even as it contracted around him. Felicity screamed again, her elbows bending, arm muscles pulling as her body tried to escape the ruthless pleasure forced on it.

Tears slid down her cheeks from the intensity of the sensations assaulting her. The vibrator felt like sandpaper against her overly sensitive clit, the stimulation painfully pushing her body to another orgasm while Logan rode her ass harder and harder, panting in her ear as his hands gripped her breasts tighter. It felt as if his cock was becoming harder in her ass, thicker, and she knew he was close to orgasm himself…

It was too late… she was climaxing again.

Wreathed in agonizing ecstasy, she jerked and screamed, sobbing out her torturous rapture as her husband filled her ass with his cum.

Chapter Twelve

Logan

“Thanks for the ride back and the help,” Logan said as Gavin parked the car on the street in front of the hotel where he and Felicity were staying. Thankfully, the other man had offered to give them a ride home—and help with Felicity’s fairly limp form. She hadn’t really been up to walking.

Chuckling, the other man glanced in the rearview mirror where Logan had Felicity curled into his side. She was snoring lightly, which was a relief. Back at the club, she’d been practically insensible after their scene.

“No problem. I didna have anything better to do tonight, anyway.”

Logan had to raise his eyebrows at that. While he’d been in the aftercare area with Felicity, he’d been watching the club and had seen at least two submissives approach Gavin and be turned away. Wasn’t his business, though.

“Did you get everything out of the club you wanted?” Gavin asked as they carefully slid Felicity out of the backseat. She stirred a little, in a sleepy sort of way, but she was still limp as a dishrag.

“We did.” Logan grinned. “I’m sure we’ll be back in the future. It’s been a long time since we’ve scened, and it’s hard to do at home with the kids around.” He shrugged. “We got into a bit of a rut for a while, but we both want to try to stay out of another one.”

“So, this weekend was about reconnecting?” Gavin asked, slinging one of Felicity’s arms over his shoulders and putting his around her waist while Logan did the same on the other side. At one point in his life, Logan would have been able to carry his wife inside all by himself, probably still could have if it had been a shorter distance. It pricked his pride a little to have to accept help now, but he’d rather ask than accidentally dropping her or ending the weekend by throwing out his back. Not acknowledging and accommodating his age would just be stupid.

“Sort of.” Logan smiled fondly down at his wife, who was doing her best to move her feet along with the two men helping her. Anyone looking at them would probably just think she was drunk off her ass. “We’ve been doing the reconnecting thing for weeks now, just working on our relationship. This was more intense, of course, but I don’t think it would have gone as well if we hadn’t been talking more and spending more time together.”

Why was he telling Gavin all this? He hadn’t even called his fellow Dad Bod Doms to talk about it. He hadn’t wanted them to know his marriage had been in even worse shape than he’d realized. He definitely hadn’t wanted to admit Felicity had kicked him out of the house, even for a night, not until he could also tell them everything was fixed.

Yeah, that might be it.

Not only that, Gavin was about as neutral a party as he could get. He didn’t know anything about Logan and Felicity other than what he’d seen this weekend.

Logan felt like things were better. “Fixed” was the wrong word. It would only stay better as long as they kept working at it, but he knew they were in a hell of a lot better place than they had been when he first came home from camping.

“That was always the part I was bad at,” Gavin mused, more to himself than to Logan.

Since he’d said it out loud, though, Logan felt comfortable asking, “What?”

“The talking and