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Sailor
Ican see Logan from my window. He’s pacing my porch, running his hands through his thick locks. When I got home from the carnival, I showered and shaved. I felt silly doing it. I had already convinced myself I was going to slam the door in his face the second he arrived. Now, I’m not so sure. I open the door, and he stops pacing, his gaze on me. I stand there in only a T-shirt.
Okay, I never had any damn intention of slamming the door in his face.
Logan rushes over to me and slams his mouth to mine as he lifts me in his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist and moan against his mouth. He kicks my door shut and toes off his shoes. With his hands firmly on my ass, I pull the T-shirt off and toss it to the floor, leaving myself completely naked in his arms.
We stumble over to the sofa, and I sigh when he sits, with me straddling him. I wrestle with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine. He divests himself of his shirt while I unbutton his jeans. I swear, if he tells me to slow down, I’m going to scream.
I lean over to the end table and open the drawer, fishing out a condom. What can I say? I’m prepared. I tear the wrapper open with my mouth and roll the condom over his hardened length.
“Sailor,” he says breathlessly. “Wait…”
His words trail off as I sink down on him, taking him deep inside me. His head falls back on the cushions, fingers pressing into my hips as I ride him. For a brief moment, I imagine he’s like any other guy I’ve been with. That once we’re finished, he’ll leave, and I’ll never speak to him again.
I’m enjoying the moment. Getting my rocks off riding his huge cock. Then, he cups my ass and changing gears. He slows my speed as he sucks my nipple between his teeth. I panic a split second as we go from fucking to lovemaking. This isn’t what I do, and I struggle on his lap for a moment before he grips my neck and pulls my mouth to his.
Before I can register what’s happening, Logan has me pinned to the sofa and is thrusting into me nice and slow. He doesn’t have me bent over, ass in the air. He isn’t burying my face in the pillow as he pounds into me. He’s staring down at me, right through me. Tears spring to my eyes as this infuriating man makes love to me, and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
I give in to him, clinging to him and digging my nails into the soft globes of his ass. That perfect fucking ass of his. When he kisses me, I take all of his emotion and soak it up. I drown in it.
My orgasm builds, and I can tell the ones I gave myself will have nothing on this one. This one is going to destroy me. He is going to destroy me. I already hate myself for letting it happen again. Especially when he kisses my tears away.
