The sweet words are a balm on my soul, and they soothe every ache and scar I’ve ever endured.
“I love you,” I say softly, running a hand down the smooth skin of his back.
He lets loose a heated breath as his forehead drops to mine, his lips grazing mine as he says, “But I’m not gonna fuck you like I love you, baby. Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop, okay?”
My eyes search his, and I watch as a smirk curves at the corner of his mouth. Notching the tip of his cock at my entrance, he braces a hand beside my head while the other trails slowly up my arm until he reaches where my fingers are threaded through his hair. Logan takes my hand in his, presses a gentle kiss to the inside of my wrist. And then suddenly my hand is being pinned above my head as he thrusts into me. The moan that falls from my lips is damn near pornographic as my eyes roll back. He feels bigger like this. Thicker. I swear I can feel the defined ridge of the head of his cock and every bulging vein that runs the length of him.
“Okay?” he asks breathlessly, checking in with me. His jaw clenches as his eyes travel down the length of my body, and I squirm beneath the heat of his gaze. The way he looks at me, with so much desire and appreciation, is almost too much to handle.
“Don’t stop,” I whimper, rolling my hips against his impatiently. I’m desperate for him, for more of the rough bliss he’s offering.
Chapter thirty-nine
Logan
“Don’tstop.”
As if I could ever fucking stop. I’ve only just slid inside of her, and her pussy is already clenching around me like a goddamn vise. I knew being inside of her with nothing between us would be different, but I wasn’t prepared forthis.Her tight, wet heat is paradise.
It’s fucking heaven.
“Not a chance in hell.” I groan, pulling out of her only to slam back in, holding myself still as her cunt pulses around me. I’m going to have to get creative here if I want to make this last. Ithasto last. Ain’t no way in hell I’m coming before she does. In one swift motion, I release her wrist and reach for the pillow beside her head—the one she shoved away because she hates having anything under her head during sex—and drag it down to her hips. “Lift,” I command, shifting back to sit on my heels.
She whimpers at the loss of me, but she listens, lifting her hips just enough for me to shove the pillow under her ass.
“Ready?” I ask, wrapping a hand around my cock and giving it a firm stroke as I take a moment to admire her like this. Sprawled out with every stunning curve on display. The plush, soft roll of her stomach, her thick hips and thighs, every inch of her is perfect. My cock is like granite as I run my fist over the length, meeting her gold-flecked gaze.
“Fuck me, Lo,” she pleads, holding my gaze as she grabs her thighs and pulls her legs back.
Ho-ly. Shit. Am I still breathing? I don’t know if I’m still breathing. Her pussy is pink and glistening, begging for my attention as she spreads herself out. Every inch of her body is a goddamn work of art.
Shuffling forward, I slap the head of my cock against her slick center. Her head tips back with one of the hottest moans I’ve ever heard. The sound sends a tremor down my spine as pleasure builds. I do it again, this time slapping the head against her clit before sliding between her pretty pink pussy lips, coating my length in her arousal. If I’m not careful, I’ll come just like this, sliding the sensitive crown through her slit.
It’s too much.
Feeling her cunt getting wetter. Seeing how swollen and needy her clit is. The way her rosy nipples are hardened to stiff peaks. The blush coating her chest and crawling its way up her neck.
With a growl, I wrap my hand around her ankles, holding them together as I drive into her, burying myself completely. She cries out, and my cock throbs, threatening to spill inside of her. Releasing her ankles, I guide her legs to my shoulders and lean forward, covering her body with mine as I brace my hands on either side of her head.
“So fucking needy for me, darlin’.”Thrust.“This pussy is a fucking mess.”Thrust.“You’re desperate for it, aren’t you?”Thrust.Her hands fist the sheets as she rolls her hips with each move I make, matching my rhythm and bringing me to the edge. I need her there with me. I need to feel her writhing in pleasure beneath me.
I don’t just want stars to burst behind her eyes, I want her to see the whole goddamn universe.
Shifting back, I drag her body against mine, keeping my cock buried deep inside of her as my fingers find her clit. I move them in slow circles, rolling over the swollen bud. Her pussy clenches around me as her legs begin to quiver.
She’s close.
So. Fucking. Close.
“Keep them up,” I growl. She nods and mutters a breathless agreement, her legs quivering as she rests them on my shoulders. Now that I have both hands free, I move one to palm her breast, squeezing as my other hand remains between her thighs, fingers swirling circles around her sensitive clit. Her head tips back with a moan as I alternate between pinching and rolling her nipple between my fingers and massaging her full, heavy breast. Electricity sparks and ignites in my veins, flowing through my limbs as her pussy tightens around me. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, baby,” I praise. “Need you to come for me.”
Her moans turn to whimpers until she’s pulling in deep, shuddering breaths as her orgasm rises to the surface. Tessa’s shoulders lift off the bed as she detonates, moaning my name in what has to be the sexiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard. The feeling of her pussy pulsing around me is what has me following her over the edge, waves of ecstasy rolling through me as my own release rushes to the surface. My cock swells. My core tightens. And then I’m falling forward, pressing her legs to her chest and slanting my mouth over hers as I come. She moans into the kiss, and I slip my tongue between her lips, deepening the kiss as I slam into her, determined to fuck my cum into her.
I remain buried inside of her as our kiss slows, our bodies no longer moving in a frantic rhythm to chase our pleasure. My heart is vibratingin my chest, beating erratically as I press soft kisses across her jaw and down her throat. A satiated groan escapes her as I shift my body back, grasping her ankles and holding her legs steady as I pull my cock free, only to watch as the evidence of my orgasm drips from her pussy.
With a low growl, I swipe two fingers through her slit, gathering my cum and pushing it back inside where it belongs. A gasp reaches my ears, and I can feel the weight of her gaze on me, but my focus is locked between her thighs. On her pretty pussy lips and the cum that’s threatening to spill free.
At thirty-three years old, I have never given much thought to kinks or what mine might be. I like what I like, and I have never felt the need to label anything. But lying here, watching as my release slowly spills out of her, there’s a need rising inside of me that is desperate to make sure every last drop remains buried deep. The idea of getting her pregnant ignites a blaze inside of me that’s unlike anything I have ever felt before.
