Page 112 of Dark Surrender


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Foil ripped, followed by a snap, and then he was between her legs, staring down at her with intensity and gripping his cock.

“I’ll tell you, I promise,” she said, answering the question on his face and reaching for him.

Logan leaned over her, dropping one hand on the linen beside her head. Then she felt him nudge at her entrance.

His cock swirled through her wetness, and he let out a groan.

“Fuck.” He pressed in his head. “Emma, Jesus,”

She arched in, taking more of him inside her and digging her fingers into his biceps—her second favorite part of him.

“More. Logan, please.”

He pulled back an inch, then went deeper, his eyes never leaving hers.

“Yes, oh yes,” she moaned, her eyelids fluttering. The pain was present, but no way was she telling him.

Then he pressed in harder, deeper, and she gasped.

Logan froze. Pulling out, he stood. “I can’t do this. I’m not fucking hurting you.”

Emma leaned up on her elbows and glared at him.

“Logan.”

“Nope.”

She flopped back on the bed and stared at the ceiling, then lifted her head. “Either you fuck me, or I’m going to masturbate. I’m going out of my mind.”

Logan was pacing the floor but stopped.

“Emma,” he growled.

“I’m not going to die! But I will if you do not get your cock over here and fuck me right this minute,” she cried.

Logan flew across the space, tugged her legs up and around him again, then slammed his cock deep inside her.

“Fucking hell,” he cried, as if surprised with himself.

Emma was smiling and gasping at once, her orgasm so damn close.

As Logan began a slow pace, each thrust one of delicious pleasure, he cupped the back of her head and kissed her like it was their first kiss.

It set off an explosion of butterflies inside her. Every inch of her body danced, aroused. A rush of desire fled through every cell in her body.

Her pussy clenched around him as he released her mouth, concern in his eyes, but she kept going. The pleasure was far outweighing any pain she was feeling.

“Keep going,” she urged.

“Shit, Emma, your pussy,” Logan groaned, gripping her hips and beginning to fuck her harder. Faster. Deeper. “Come on my cock. Now, Emma.”

Trembling with pleasure, her body locked up as her orgasm struck. Logan noticed and thrust harder.

Then he arched and cried out before collapsing onto his elbow, slamming his mouth back on hers.

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LYING WHERE THEY’Dlanded, with Emma draped over his chest, her ankle carefully resting on his leg, Logan caught his breath, and she ran her fingers over his pecs.

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