His movements started moving faster, the flared head of his cock pushing along my clit before sliding back. He tormented me, teased me, had me begging for the finish line. I found my hands were on his pectoral muscles, yet I didn’t remember placing them there, my mind too delirious with pleasure to make sense of anything.
And then I felt the explosion in me, a rocket going off, a wave crashing against the shore. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, my mouth parting as I moaned loud and long, letting that feeling wash through me.
And when the orgasm dimmed, I realized he stilled above me, his body no longer rocking against mine. I peeled my eyes open, feeling that post-euphoric feeling claim me, weighing me down. His broad chest heaved as he stayed still above me, his hands punched down on the bed on either side of my head, his huge forearms like a wall around me.
He looked at me with hooded eyes, his mouth parted as the air rushed in and out of his parted lips. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.” He leaned in and claimed my mouth with his, pushing his tongue deep inside, making me take it all.
And I greedily accepted all that Logan had to offer. I could feel him start to move against me once more, but I needed him inside. I needed it like I needed to breathe, like I needed the blanket of his body pressing me down on the mattress until all I felt and smelled was him.
“I’ll never get enough.”
I didn’t know what he meant by that, but strangely enough, I felt the same way. I knew no other man would compare. No other man could ever make me feel this way.
“I need you,” I gasped against his mouth when his cock bumped into my now very sensitive clit.
“What do you need?” he murmured, kissing me softly, lightly. “Tell me and it’s yours. Always.”
He pulled back, and I stared into his face, his expression laced with arousal. I knew it matched my own. His cock was so hard between my thighs, all but throbbing against my pussy. I didn’t say anything else, just moved my arm, wedged my hand between our bodies, and gripped his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes almost all the way, only slits of green able to penetrate.
I stared into those eyes as I placed the huge tip at my unused pussy entrance, holding my breath, shifting underneath him. His arms were shaking beside my head, as if he was having a hard time controlling his lust. I knew how he felt. And then he popped that huge cock head into my pussy and stilled. Every part of me tightened instinctively at the penetration. He was enormous, and I knew, even if I hadn’t been a virgin, the intrusion would have still been breathtaking.
I heard the grind of his teeth right before he grunted out, “Oh. God, Blythe. So tight. So. Tight.”
I shifted, and another inch slid in. Both of us made these strangled noises.
“Easy, baby. I’m barely hanging on as it is.” He had his forearms flat on the mattress beside my head now, his lips suddenly on mine. He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, allowing me to get used to the inch he had lodged in me. “I’m gonna go as slow as I can, okay?”
I nodded, not trusting my voice. My hands were curled around his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. He was my anchor, my lifeline right now. He kept me grounded, steady, and when he pushed another inch into me, I tried to let the discomfort go.
“Relax for me, Blythe. Relax for me, baby.”
He was slow, meticulous as he slid inch after thick, massive inch into me, and the entire time, he kissed me, grunting out words of encouragement. He was gentle, slow, and I felt tears prick my eyes that had nothing to do with the initial pain of losing my virginity.
He was as deep in me as he could get, and he hissed out, “God. Yes, Blythe.”
I swore his eyes rolled back in his head from his pleasure, and he wasn’t even moving at the moment. He just stayed buried deep in my body, as if giving me time to adjust. I didn't think my pussy would ever get used to something this big.
“I’m going to move now.” His voice was rough, full of need, and all I could do was nod as he stared at me. Back and forth, he slid in and out of me, never breaking eye contact, never increasing his pace. And the discomfort faded as something better, brighter… consuming took its place. Sweat beaded along my brow, this tightness now taking over me, which had nothing to do with any discomfort.
It felt… so good.
And surprising myself, I gently pushed back on his chest so he was no longer pressed against mine. I rose up a little so I could see what he was doing, where he was logged. I looked down the length of my body and watched as his cock came into view, the glossy length streaked with blood.
He groaned, and I snapped my eyes to his face, seeing this heavy-lidded look in his expression.
“You like that?” he asked, still keeping that steady pace of his. “You like seeing where I'm at?”
I licked my lips and nodded.
“Does it turn you on knowing where we’re connected right now, Blythe?”
My breath caught, and I nodded again before lowering my focus back down to where his cock disappeared into my body, then reemerged. Disappeared again. Reemerged.
He pumped his hips in and out, his pace staying the same, but after long seconds, I felt him become more aggressive, his passion taking control.
“Blythe,” he groaned. “I’m sorry,” he whispered and closed his eyes. “I’m trying to go slow, to be easy—”
“Don’t hold back.” I was surprised by the words that spilled from me, cutting him off. “Just fuck me, make love to me, and be with me.”
His chest seized up tight, the muscles coming into view as he rolled his hips back and forth, fucking me so all I could do was hold on and take all of him.
He stretched me so good, and the burn of it was still there, but I didn’t want it to end. That discomfort made my pleasure soar higher. My arousal pumped through me, the overabundance of adrenaline and desire making me feel high and drunk and like I was no longer in my own body.
My pussy sucked at his cock, his big dick stretching me wide, making me feel like I was going over the edge again and again until it was maddening, and I accepted that I’d never be the same after him.
He tore me in two, split me in half… and still I wanted more. I needed it.
The breath left me in uneven gasps, my breasts bouncing as he rocked into me. I sought more of that delicious burn I knew only Logan could give me.
That clap, clap, clap of his skin meeting mine set me off and had the world fading.
I came for him in an explosion of colors and inhuman sounds of lust leaving me. My orgasm rushed forward, and I felt the world disappear, but not before he grew impossibly harder in my body.
“Don’t stop,” I heard myself shout out. “God. Never. Stop.” I was crying, the pleasure so great I couldn’t control my emotions.
“Never,” he breathed out, his voice tight in his arousal. “I’ll never stop where you’re concerned.”
I didn’t want to stop it. I never wanted this to end.
I felt my orgasm start to dwindle, but the pleasure stayed at the forefront.
“Look at me,” Logan demanded, and I forced my eyes open. “Keep those baby blues trained right on me, pretty girl.” His jaw was clenched tight, as if he was trying to hold off the inevitable.
“Let go,” I whispered. “Let go for me. Fill me up.”