The wetness of her slicks my cock, and I position myself at her entrance. The tight pussy wrapping around my shaft perfectly. She was made for me. Her body accepting my slight nudging as my hips move forward, driving my dick inch by slow and torturous inch into her.
Soft, dick-jolting murmurs come from Vera as she takes me. Her body engulfing my cock as I slide into her wet heat. The pleasure that zips down my spine is inexplicable, and I must close my eyes, biting down on my tongue to keep from coming too soon. She feels too good. Too fucking perfect.
Vera’s body shakes, her thighs tremble, and I watch her lips part on soft breaths and mewls. Her lashes flutter on her cheeks, dancing gently, and I wonder if she can hear me.
“You’re a bad girl for doing this,” I tell her softly. I inch inside her, deeper, feeling her warmth envelop me as I finally sink balls-deep into her body. The feeling of her wetness is too much to bear as I look down at her slumbering body.
I reach down, teasing her nipples as I pull out and slide back in. I make love to her as if she were fragile, as the tsunami of guilt and desire twirl together. I want her more than anything, yet I’m only here because she’s asleep. The need that burns inside me has turned me into a monster, yet my girl still loves me.
“How can you love a monster?” I question her, knowing full well she can’t tell me. I continue my ministrations on her nipples, suckling one into my mouth while twisting and tweaking the other. My cock fucks into her pretty cunt, enjoying the pleasure that’s sparking every nerve in my body.
I feel alive.
I feel like a man.
But still I know I’m a monster.
“Logan,” Vera mumbles my name, and I realize she’s waking. I still all movement, my gaze snapping to hers. My mouth still latched on her hardened bud. “Please.” Her moan is fuel to the fire raging inside me. I’m fighting a war, and it always felt like I was doing it alone, but I’m not because Vera is here.
“You’re a bad girl,” I tell her as my hips move back, and I slam inside her harder than before. The soft whoosh of breath tumbles from her mouth, and I swallow it with a kiss. Her tongue sleepily dances with mine, and her lips tilt slightly into a small smile.
“Love you,” she slurs the words, her hands twitching as she awakens from her slumber, and I’m even more turned on. I didn’t think I would be, but the more she’s becoming coherent, the more I crave to claim her.
“You’re mine.”
She attempts a nod. I continue moving, pulling out, thrusting my hips against hers, and soon enough, she’s lifting herself to match my movements. We’re made for each other, fitting like two torn scraps brought together and held there as if we were never meant to be apart.
Her cunt tightens, pulsing around my cock, and I realize now that she’s awake, she’s reaching her first climax. I move faster, deeper. I lift both her legs, her ankles draped over my shoulders as I piston into her.
More mewls, more dick-jolting moans, and a whimper of my name, over and over again, cause my body to go rigid as I fight off my impending orgasm. I need this to be good for her. She did it for me, and now I need to ensure she’s found pleasure as well.
I watch her tits bounce with every thrust. I smile down when I see her lashes dance once more, and her eyes meet mine.
“I fucking love you,” I admit to her, knowing she’ll see the truth in my eyes. Her body pulses around my cock, and I am convinced it’s my confession. “I love you, Vera. More than any-fucking-thing.” Once more, her body responds by tightening, sucking my dick deeper, and my name falls from her lips.
And I know I’m a man obsessed.
32
Vera
My body aches, but the moment I open my eyes, I realize he’s still inside me. The thickness of him stretching me. My mind is still fuzzy, but I feel the pleasure of him hitting that spot, and my toes curl.
“Fuck, Vera,” Logan grunts. “I can’t hold back for much longer.” His voice drips with pleasure, with pure, unadulterated need. He moves slowly, his hips driving into mine at such a steady pace I’m certain he’s trying to make this last longer.
“Please,” I manage to whimper, and a feral growl rumbles in his throat. His body is taut, his arms rigid at my sides as he looks down at me. He’s heavy, fucking me into the mattress, but I love it. Every second of his cock thrusting into me makes my body hum with pleasure. I didn’t think it would be like this, that he’d be able to do this with me half awake, but he is.
“Fuck, your cunt is so tight, so warm and wet,” he tells me through gritted teeth. “I’ve never experienced anything like this,” he admits, and my heart soars. Emotion thickens in my throat, and I blink back the tears of happiness. I’ve given him something nobody else could.
“Fuck me, Logan,” I plead, and he does. His body moves quickly. His cock sliding in and out with every thrust, as he hits my G-spot. The motion sends my body spiraling into the abyss of pleasure, and I grip the sheets with my fists. I tug at the material as my legs spread wider before my ankles lock behind his ass.
“Jesus, Vera, I’m going to come,” he murmurs in a low grunt, and I nod, but I can’t tell what’s happening because Logan reaches between us and circles my clit, pressing down on the bundle of nerves before pinching it, causing me to cry out, and then I feel his warmth filling me. “Drench me, Vera. Give me all your sweet juices,” Logan coaxes as he continues thrusting, and my body shakes as I feel the pulsing deep within me.
“Oh god,” I cry out when he pinches my clit once more, and I come hard. My toes curl, my fingers find purchase on his shoulders, and my nails dig into the strong muscles as I claw at him. Every nerve-ending in my body is blazing—sparking and sizzling with pleasure. “Logan . . .” I murmur his name, but no other words come, and finally, he stops moving.
We lie there for a long while in the silence. Our breaths mingling, becoming one. He’s warm, heavy, holding me down just like I imagined so many times before. The need for him to take me has finally come, and he gave me so much more.
“Please don’t be angry,” I plead while I look directly into his dark eyes. “I just needed you. And I didn’t know any other way to do it. I craved you so much that—”
His mouth crashes on mine, stealing every other apology I was about to spew, and his tongue seeks entrance, which I give gladly. We kiss with an energy that makes me tremble beneath him. Logan hikes himself onto his elbows as he hovers over me. His lips mold to mine, our tongues dueling for dominance, but I submit, offering him me, all of me.
When he finally breaks away, his gaze penetrates me down to my very soul. “You shouldn’t have done that without my permission.”
“I’m a big girl, Logan,” I tell him confidently. “I can do something if I feel I want to. And I needed you to see that I’m not fragile or broken. But most importantly, I had to make you see that this” — I gesture between us — “is not a bad thing. We are meant to be together. You fit with me, and I with you.”
He looks at me as if he’s still torn. For a moment, I think he’s going to push away from me and tell me I need to leave, but then he nods. “I went to see my father,” he admits before rolling over and pulling me into his arms. His warmth coats my thighs as if he’s marked me inside and out. His strong, inked arms wrap around me, holding me hostage as he speaks. “He does have a contract with your father, but it’s not what either of us thought.”