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There’s no feeling more powerful than getting Louise Belcher on her back.
That’s the only thing on Logan’s mind as he holds her hips down, pressing her body into the backseat of his BMW.
She squirms when she’s horny. As he yanks her red panties off, she writhes around in apparent desperation. He pauses, observing, sure this is a high he’ll never come down from.
“Are you whining?” He mocks, earning a vicious glare.
“Shut the hell up.”
He intends to memorize every detail of her body. He tears her shirt up, exposing her tits, and grins in delight upon discovering her secret: She’s not wearing a bra.
In daylight, he would have noticed this immediately. His eyes always land tits first, then face, then toddling back and forth between the two.
But earlier tonight, at a party for their mutual acquaintance, the lighting was so dim that Logan couldn't drink Louise in the way he likes to. He more than makes up for this now, soaking in her naked form in case this is the only time she ever gives in.
She has narrow hips, dark nipples, and a birthmark near the bottom of her stomach. As he processes all of this new information, Logan finds that every new discovery makes him more attracted to her. It’s hard enough keeping his dick in check when she’s fully clothed, and right now he’s painfully hard.
“Are you gonna fuck me or what?” She snaps.
If Logan knows Louise, and he does, then she’s embarrassed to have initiated this. She knows as well as Logan that he’s feeling pretty full of himself at the moment. After spending the last several months wearing her down, all of his hard work is finally coming to fruition.
“Shhh.” He hovers over her, tracing a thumb in the space between her pussy and thigh.
He’s imagined Louise naked a thousand times. When he schemes up ways to get her in bed, he keeps himself motivated by picturing the features usually hidden under clothes. Reality is better than anything he’s dared to dream up.
There’s an underrated intimacy in being someone’s enemy. He knows what makes Louise tick. The specific vocal inflections that fill her with rage. He’s more familiar with her weaknesses than anyone else, because he’s made a point of studying them.
And now, after all these years, he finally knows the secrets he’s coveted the most. Louise’s tits are on the smaller side. A B-cup, probably, but still more than sufficient in his hand. She wears soft satin panties.
Perhaps most importantly, she squirms when she wants dick and isn’t getting it. Logan’s eyes linger between her legs. She’s glistening with wetness, so horny for him that it’s impossible to hide.
“Don’t tell me to shush!” She says. “Just…come on. Let’s get this over with.”
Logan laughs. He’s still fully clothed–something he arranged by design. Louise is on her back, totally exposed, but all of his dignity is still perfectly intact. Picking up on this, she grabs his belt loop and pulls him closer.
“Off.” She orders.
“So bossy.”
Logan undoes his pants with one hand, using the other to pin Louise down by her thigh. She watches, equally hungry, and he wonders if she’s entertained the same fantasies he does. When she eyes his boner, her eyes light up in a way that suggests she’s thought about this as much as he has.
“Bigger than I expected.” She says, mumbling against his lips as he makes his way inside her.
Logan savors the initial feeling. His power grows exponentially. Now, any time Louise picks a fight with him, he can remind her that he knows what her pussy feels like. Warm, tight, and noticeably wet, it's better than any of the many scenarios he’s pictured in the past.
Louise holds her breath. Logan thrusts for the first time, recognizing tension in her body as she masks her enjoyment. Thumbing her clit, he chuckles as she grits her teeth.
“I know you like it.” He taunts. “You’ve already got your clothes off, Belcher. No point pretending it’s not good.”
As he applies pressure to her body’s most sensitive spot, she loses the ability to hold back. A pleasured sigh turns into a moan, and Logan makes another smug mental note. Now that he knows what she sounds like in bed, he’ll picture Louise’s breathy voice every time he gets himself off.
Logan’s response is to thrust harder, forcing another moan from her mouth. She’s already naked and noisy for him, but there’s still one more thing he wants.
“Hey.” He says.
His sex voice drives girls crazy. They love it. When Louise’s eyes shoot open, he assumes she’s no exception.
“Say my name.” He orders.
She scrunches her flushed face up, not willing to endure the final humiliation.
“Not in a million years. And I’m pushing you off if you ask again.”
Logan decides to call her bluff. Stopping all movement, he tortures them both by remaining perfectly still inside her. Even though he feels like he might die.
“Fine.” He says, faking indifference. “Should I stop then?”
Louise smacks his shoulder with the back of her hand.
“I didn’t say that. You should feel lucky I’m doing this at all. I–”
He shifts slightly, angling upward, and she releases a whine that makes his dick throb.
“Ah.” She says. “Fuck you. You don’t–fine. Logan. God. Logan.”
More powerful now than ever, Logan rewards her obedience by moving again. Putting his hands beneath her ass, he props her up and prepares to get rougher.
“There she is.” He says. “Good girl. Can I get that on recording?”
From beneath him, Louise makes a feral sound.
“Just fuck me! Stop being a jackass.”
Though he has no intention of obeying the second order, he’s more than happy to satisfy the first. Pushing deeper inside her, he relishes each delicious sound she makes.
By the time she comes, there won’t be any mistaking who’s got the upperhand.