His eyes widened briefly before he growled.
I used my inner muscles to clamp down around his cock, a very male, very sexy and vulgar curse leaving him. It was clear he was right at the edge, that it wouldn’t take much to make him go over. And I wanted to witness that so badly. Even though I’d climaxed twice already, I felt another mind-blowing orgasm building inside me.
And then with a deep-rooted sound of need coming from Logan, my world tipped upside down. I found myself hovering over him, Logan beneath me, flat on the bed, my legs spread on either side of his muscular body. I straddled him, my hands on his pectoral muscles to steady myself. I stared down at this harshly beautiful man and moaned when his cock jerked between us.
“Put me back inside,” he demanded in a guttural voice. “Grab it and shove it deep in your pussy.”
His fingers were digging deep into the skin of my hips, and I knew there would be bruises tomorrow. Good, I wanted his mark. I wanted the proof that this night actually happened covering my flesh, but also deep in me, his cum filling me up.
I wanted his mark on me and in me.
And I did just that, curled my hand around his cock, rose up on my knees so I could place the tip at my hole. Without waiting, I sank down, down, down, taking all of him, feeling that stretch and burn, that sensation of him spitting me in two. It was the most incredible feeling.
Logan kept both hands curled around my hips in a vice-like grip, and before I could take control, he started lifting me up and bringing me back down on his cock. I could do nothing but steady myself as he dominated the situation, controlled the pace and fierceness of the fucking.
And I was more than okay with that.
The wet, erotic sounds of our sex filled my head and had me reaching another orgasm.
“So tight.” He bared his teeth as he stared at my face. “This tight little virgin pussy is all for me, isn’t that right.” There was no question. “It’s only for me,” he growled possessively.
“Yes,” I cried out, meaning it.
I gasped when he slammed me down hard on him over and over again before finally stilling, letting me feel how much he filled my pussy with his monstrous cock. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, heard myself gasp at the look of eroticism on his face.
Neck muscles strained, standing in stark relief.
His body seemed bigger than it had been.
His eyes locked on mine.
His teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip as he got close to orgasming.
He started really fucking me then, lifting me up, then slamming me back down at the same time he lifted his hips, pushing all those thick inches back into my greedy body.
“Fuck,” he roared out, and on the third roll of his hips, he stilled, pulling me down and burying his face in the crook of my neck, his entire body shuddering against mine as he came.
He orgasmed hard, filling me up, making me take every ounce he had to offer.
“Mine,” I heard him growl. “Only mine.”
After long moments, when I finally felt his body start to relax, I inhaled sharply and let that pleasure-fog wash through me, making me drowsy, content. I collapsed on top of him and felt Logan kiss the side of my neck softly, running his tongue over my flesh, causing chills to race up my spine. He purred, and I hummed in approval.
I rolled off him and lay on my side facing him. He shifted so he faced me as well, and I was surprised to feel how hard he still was as his slick cock pressed against my thigh. He was so hard, as if he hadn’t come, yet I knew he had. The remnants of his orgasm were slipping from my body, smearing along my inner thighs.
He curled his hand around my waist and pulled me right up against his body, and I felt like I fit him perfectly, like my body was made for his, like a puzzle piece that had finally found its home.
“Stay with me, Blythe.” He pulled me closer to him. “We don’t have to do anything but lie here, me holding you, never letting you go.”
I had my hand on his chest, my heart resting right over his heart. I felt the soothing, calming motion of his palm stroking up and down my back.
“Just be mine.”
I closed my eyes and said the only thing that made any sense. “I’m already yours, Logan.” And right after I said those words, fear took a nice, strong hold of me.
11
Blythe
The following morning
The fog of sleep slowly lifted as I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. My body ached in the most erotic way. The twinge settled right between my thighs, this throbbing, pleasurable reminder of what I’d done with Logan. All night long.
I turned my head to the side and looked out the massive picture window that was across from the equally monstrous bed. The sun was barely cresting over the horizon, the sky soon to be painted in shades of orange and pink. The tops of the great pine trees were dusted with snow, a reminder that the sky had opened up and dumped a shitload of the white stuff all over the place.
Pulling my focus away from the window, I turned my head to look at Logan, who slept soundly beside me. He was on his side facing me, his body so big, his shoulders so wide. He had this ease to his face, yet I knew without having known him long, without him telling me, that he could be alert and ready for anything at a moment’s notice.
I stared at the broad expanse of his shoulders, a tingle and warmth spearing throughout me as arousal steadily crawled along my body. My pussy grew wet, my pulse beating at my core. God, I was already prepared for him again. And that steady beat in my body grew as I remembered all the things we’d done last night... all the things he’d done to me with so much heat and passion. He’d made love to me; he’d fucked me.
And as I lay there and looked at him, let the realization of what we’d done filter through me, feeling my emotions fully sink in, I started to sense this panic settle within me. It wasn’t that I didn’t want whatever this was between Logan and me. Because I did. But I couldn’t deny that fear filling me so suddenly. It was powerful.
I’d never felt anything as strong as this before. Hell, I’d never felt anything like this at all.
I slowly slipped out of bed, trying to be quiet, not allowing the blankets to rustle too much. I didn’t want to wake him, because I didn’t want to have to face the “morning after" confrontation we’d have.
I’d given this man my virginity after only knowing him for such a short time. Yet it felt right. It felt like I’d been waiting to give him my innocence my entire life. It made absolutely zero sense, but then again, did many things in life?
After I was dressed, I stood there and watched him, knowing I had to get out of here so I could think, so I could be alone and let myself really focus on what I wanted and what I was going to do.
What I want is that man lying in bed. What I want is to wrap my body around his and fall into what this is between us headfirst.
And leaving him seemed—felt—so wrong. And as I walked toward the bedroom door, stopping before I exited so that I could look over my shoulder at him once more, all I felt was longing.
The bed was massive, yet he was so much bigger, seeming to dwarf the California King.
I felt this distress and weight at leaving. All I wanted to do was to let him hold me, to let Logan tell me that I didn’t have to be scared, that this felt just as right for him as it did for me. But my heart was beating too hard, nervousness and the fear of the unknown claiming me too fiercely.