by J. L. Beck
We had already crossed the line and into a territory I wasn’t even aware existed. I felt feelings for her I had never felt for anyone.
“Thank you,” I whispered against her forehead, where beads of sweat had started to form. Her sweet musky scent filled the air around us, taunting me to take what I wanted from her. I placed kisses against her throat, forehead, and chest, reminding her of how thankful I was that she had given me this piece of her with every press of my lips against her skin.
Then I looked up from her beautiful skin and peered into her eyes, seeing an array of emotions swimming in them. Fuck me. I could see myself marrying this woman, having kids with her, and growing old with her. All from one single look in her eyes.
“You can move, Logan.” She moaned, her hand reaching up into my hair. Her fingers ran through my hair, her nails scraping against my scalp.
“Are you sure?” I prayed like hell she was sure because it took everything inside of me to be patient and gentle. I wasn’t the type of man that took his time with fucking. I fucked hard, and I was damn proud of it, but for Isabella I would do anything to protect her. I would even put the pleasure that I could bring us on the back burner to make this perfect for her.
She nodded her head, yes, and I pulled my cock out a smidge and pushed it back in testing the waters, my eyes watching her face for a wrinkle of pain. When nothing marred her features, I pulled out the way out and slammed back in. Her head tipped back, and her sweet pink lips parted in a delightful sigh.
Happiness filled my chest and sunk into my bones as a raspy moan slipped from her mouth.
I placed my lips over hers ever so gently as I picked up the pace, one of my hands slipping between our bodies finding that sweet bud of hers. I moved my thumb in a circular motion, with every thrust the pleasure in my belly growing with every slip deeper inside of her.
“Logan…” She panted my name, and I almost came, her bright eyes staring up at me like I made the world turn for her.
“I need more baby…” I growled nipping at her throat. I wanted to slam balls deep inside of her and grind my cock. I wanted to slap her ass until it was red and then suck up all her sweet as fuck juices.
“Take it from me, Logan. Own me.” The air left my lungs as I digested the words she had said. There were no words to describe how I was feeling at this point, so I used my body, my hands, my fingers, lips, and cock to show her just how much I adored her.
I pulled out the way out of her only to slip back into her tight cunt a moment later, my balls slapping against her asshole as I slammed in and out of her with far more intensity than expected. I was a man hungry for a woman’s love. My hand gripped her hip harshly, my fingers biting into her flesh.
“You make me feel shit I shouldn’t…” I spoke grinding my teeth together, the tension in my belly on the verge of exploding.
“Me too…” She huffed out in a moan, my fingers playing against her clit faster. I needed her release, for her to fall apart with me as I shot my load deep inside of her. I had to have her, to own her, and possess her body like no one ever had before.
“Come for me,” I begged, slamming into her so hard her body slid up the bed. My fingers moved roughly against her clit, and then I felt it the distinct fluttering of her muscles, the tightness of her cunt growing with each pass of my cock inside of her. That’s right, Isabella, cum all over this cock.
“Logan, I’m cumming.” She purred, her sweet voice pushing me over the edge. My toes curled, and the air rushed from my lungs as a euphoric feeling covered my body in a blanket of pleasure. Shivers ran up and down my spine, as every single fiber of my body told me this is where I belonged.
“Fuckkk…” I grunted, continuing to slip in and out of her, letting her sweet cunt milk every single drop of cum from my body.
“Thank you.” I heard her words and understood them now. I understood why she was so thankful for me. I had taken care of her and given her pleasure and love. I had done for her what no one else had, and she had saved this for the most important person in her life.
Me.
“Isabella…” I ran my fingers through her dark locks, the smell of sex filled the air around us making me want to take her again. “I feel something in my chest, this pitter fucking patter that I’ve never felt before. It tells me to stay, and to take care of you, but fear- that dirty bitch- tells me to walk away right now.” I needed to be honest with her and to tell her exactly how I felt. I wasn’t one of those pussy ass bitches that walked away, running from the love of their life or their feelings for someone.
Isabella swallowed and I could almost feel the fear she was feeling. Did she think I was going to fuck her and run away? I pulled out of her; the proof of her innocence coated my cock and I couldn’t help but smile like a sinister fucker who had just taken candy from a baby.
I didn’t care about the blood, I had claimed her, and taken her as my own. Instead, I shifted off of her body and onto the mattress right next to her, the warmth of her body encompassing me in a shell of complete happiness. I had never felt anything like this after sex. I took her in my arms, wrapping her up and holding her tightly against my chest, waiting for her to say anything, anything at fucking all.
“Do… You… Do you think you love me?” She hesitated, stumbling over her words before spitting out the whole sentence. I didn’t even have to stop and think about what it was that she was asking me before I answered her.
“Yeah, yeah I do. I’ve felt it deep inside of my chest every single day since I first saw you. The need to always be near you, to possess your body, and to kiss you whenever the fuck I want.” I should’ve acknowledged the feelings I had for her sooner, but how could we even be together? She was just barely legal, and I was nearly twenty-four.
Surely her mother would protest, and my brother still had a hard on for her ass. It would take everything in me not to kick his ass for looking at her even slightly. Fuck.
Isabella sat up a second later, pulling out of my embrace, one of her legs swinging over my hips so that she was sitting with her pussy right against my cock. I looked at her between hooded eyes. Her dark hair was a mess, and there was a twinkle in her eyes that reminded me of the stars at night. She twinkled, and flickered in the moonlight, mesmerizing me. Fuck, I wanted to tell her how much I wanted her just with my cock.
Would she let me fuck her again so soon? I wanted her again, and I knew she wanted me but I wasn’t sure her fragile pussy could take another beating from me just yet.
“What are you doing?” I asked my voice husky while I thought of all the different things I wanted to do with her. She was more than just a conquest, a goal. Yeah, I wanted to possess her, but I also wanted to do other shit with her that didn’t involve a bed or my cock.
One of her nails trailed down my chest digging into my skin leaving an angry red streak in its path.
“Is it too soon to go again?” The side of her mouth lifted in a sexy as hell smile, and a laugh caught in my throat.
“You sure you're ready for more, baby? I think we should wait and let you heal a little bit. The first time and second time even can hurt.” I wanted to stab myself for all but saying no to her advancement but I wanted it to be good for her, always and forever. Anytime we shared sex I wanted it to be the most amazing thing she would ever experience.
A pout formed on her face, and her eyes filled with sadness. I lifted a hand to her chin, gripping it firmly so that she couldn’t turn away from me as I spoke to her.
“I want to, Isabella. Do you feel my cock? How hard is it already? That’s because of you. For you.” I thrust upwards, allowing her to feel the desires coursing throughout my body right at this very moment. After all that I had done for her today, she had to know that I wanted her more than I had anyone else ever.
Her white teeth sank into her pink bottom lip. Was she trying to make me blow my load again?
“I believe you, Logan. I’m just ready for more. I want you again and I don’t know if I’ll get thi
s chance with you again.” The sadness that seeped from her words broke my fucking heart. I couldn’t have her thinking that all I wanted was her virginity and that I wouldn’t be back for more.
A switch flipped inside of me, and something took hold of my emotions and heart. Look up into those hazel eyes I knew I had to do something.
“I’m going to give you what you want sweetheart, but it’s not going to be gentle or kind. It’s going to be rough, and dirty. It’s going to make you question every single thing I’ve ever said to you, but you’re going to know that with every thrust of my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours that I love you. You’ll never question that… I promise you.”
Isabella nodded her head and I couldn’t help but want to say, you don’t know what you’re agreeing to just yet babe.
Instead, I ignored the need to explain myself to her, and flipped her over to her belly across the bed in one fluid motion. Then I grabbed both of her arms in one hand pushing them above her head while I centered my cock at her entrance. She pushed back against me as if she wanted to tempt the beast inside of me.
“Not a good idea, Isabella,” I growled into her ear leaning into her body, the head of my cock slipping through her folds. Her breath hitched as I slid it back and forth the movement’s feather soft.
“I want you, Logan.” She lifted her head, arching her back, and body into my touch, my cock almost sliding into home base. A smile pulled at my lips, she was a little vixen, a turned on, innocent as fuck woman who wanted me to fuck her like a slut and I was worried, worried that I might like it but even more worried that she might like it.
“Beg for it.” My teeth sank into her shoulder as I slammed into her to the hilt, my balls slapping against her clit as my cock hit the back of her womb. I wanted her to beg for my cock like it was the only thing she needed in her life.
“Please…” She pleaded. I could feel her pussy clench, gripping me so tightly I was afraid if I moved I might blow my load. “Fuck me Logan. Fuck me hard. Please, fuck me hard.” The air in my chest settled deep into my lungs. I released her hands from above her head and placed a hand on her slim waist guiding her movements as she moved against my cock.
My other hand made it’s way into her hair, my fingers threading through the locks as I wrapped them around my hand, pulling on them ever so lightly.
“I’m going to fuck you hard, Isabella. If you want me to stop you need to say so now.” I was seconds away from my patience being shredded. If she didn’t want to see the animal in my she needed to say so now.
“Fuck me.” She growled taking me by complete surprise.
“That’s my girl.” I hissed, slapping her ass hard as I pulled all the way out of her. I was going to imprint myself deep inside of her soul. I was going to fuck her so hard she would never forget me, or the things I did to her body.
Chapter Nine
Isabella
The air left my lungs and my scalp stung as Logan pulled my head back, arching my body to take more of him into my pussy. He slammed into me over and over again, my belly filling with pleasure, as his balls slapped against my clit. I had never been so turned on in my life.
This man possessed me and owned me. He knew my body better than I knew it myself. I pushed up on my arms trying to take as much from him as I possibly could, every thrust pushing me closer and closer towards that invisible cliff, the one I desperately wanted to fall off of.
“Had I not taken your virginity myself, I would question how sweet and pure you really are…” His voice was feral and unlike any tone I had ever heard come out of his mouth before.
“I told you I was bad…” I pushed back against him, meeting him thrust for thrust, taking every single inch of pain and pleasure that he was giving me. His grip on my hair tightened, as did every muscle in my body, as a wave of pleasure crested inside of me. The tension released from within, snapping like a rubber band that had been pulled too far.
“Cum, Isabella. Milk my cock. I want to feel your walls grip me so hard I never want to pull out.” The dirtiness of his words, mixed with the pleasure that already burned through my veins heightened my orgasm. A blinding light flashed before my eyes as shivers ran down my spine.
Weightlessness consumed my body as Logan pounded into me, his hand releasing my hair so that he could hold my hips in place. Every single movement he made I felt deep in my soul. It was as if he was trying to shove the love he had for me as far inside my pussy as he could.
“Fuck. Your pussy is heaven, Isabella.” He grunted, before pulling out of me, hot sticky semen landing against my naked back a moment later. I had never experienced something so erotic as a man cumming on a woman, I had only read about it in my books.
I felt loved and consumed with passion and need by this man. He took his hand and rubbed it into my skin as if it was lotion.
“Why are you doing that?” I questioned looking at him over my shoulder. The look in his eyes was so raw, so breathtaking it would’ve knocked me over had I not been lying down.
“I want you to smell like me. I want my seed covering every single inch of your body. I want any fucking man that comes within two feet of you to understand that I own you and that your heart belongs to me. That’s why I did it.”
I blinked, because as alpha and crazy as it was, I totally understood him. There was no way he was letting anyone else take me from him and for some fucking reason, that thought alone brought tears to my eyes.
Logan evoked feelings in me that scared me, but also made me ecstatic. I had tried to wipe the tears away before he could see them but it was too late. Before I realized what was taking place, Logan was pulling me up off the bed and into his lap. Forcing me to face him and the emotions he was making me feel.
“Did I hurt you?” The fear in his eyes was almost comical. Did he hurt me? Yeah, there had been pain, but there had also been pleasure, and love, and feelings, so many fucking feelings.
I shook my head, the fear easing from his eyes and in its place sadness, and confusion was growing.
“It’s just all the feelings that I’m feeling. I want more than just sex with you, and I don’t know if I can have it, if you’ll give that to me.” Somehow I had found my voice, my eyes never leaving his even though I wanted to look away.
“You don’t know if I’ll give you what? A chance. Love?” His voice seemed to rise with every word said. “You’ve already fucking owned me, Isabella. Don’t you know that? I’m willing to kick my own brother’s ass to have you, to keep you, and not just to fuck you. I want to get to know you and learn the things that make you tick. I want to kiss you, and tickle you, and possess you in ways you’ve never imagined. I want to own you, and be owned by you.”
Tears leaked from my eyes and down my cheek, more coming even after Logan squished them with his thumb, clearly upset that I was crying.
I took in a deep breath of air, my body shuddering in his arms. “I want that, all of it with you but I don’t want my mother to know, and I don’t want Luke to hate you because you have me and he doesn’t. I don’t want to destroy your brotherhood.”
A flirty smile that would have me doing anything just to see it again showed on his face, revealing two very adorable dimples.
“I’m sorry, Isabella but I’m not hiding what we have from your mother. You’re fucking mine and I’ll be the first to tell her how I feel about you.”
“That’s good because you have a lot of explaining to do, Logan.” I squealed, my mother's voice meeting my ears. I twisted around in Logan’s lap, my eyes stopping at the bedroom door where my mother stood, a scowl marring her face. My heart was beating in my throat, as Logan wrapped a protective arm around my back.
“Mrs. Sterling.” Logan greeted her like he wasn’t sitting stark ass naked with her daughter who he just fucked into next year.
“Get dressed. I expect both of you to meet me in the kitchen in a few minutes.” Her eyes stayed trained on me before she shut the door quietly, as quietly as she had opened it.
“Don’t over think it, Isabella. We fucked. It was hot, and I’m never going to give you up. Nothing your mom says, or Luke says, is going to change that. You’re an adult and you can make your own choices. I love you. I want you. And I always keep what I want.” He placed the softest kiss known to mankind against my nose and scurried out from underneath me, finding his shirt and pants that had been tossed God knows where.
“I…” What did I want to say? The words wouldn’t come out, no matter how hard I tried to make them. I stood from the bed, feeling a deep ache between my legs. I shifted on my legs aimlessly before crossing the room to where he had found his shirt on the ground.
“Don’t mince your words, tell me…” I couldn’t let him finish whatever it was he was going to say. The need to kiss him was overpowering me. This may have started out as a hunger, a deep need for sex, but it had bloomed into so much more, more than either of us expected I was sure.
Standing on my tiptoes I pressed my lips against his as hard as I could. But what was supposed to be a hard, all-consuming, raw kiss turned into a soft, pleading, burning kiss. The softness of it piercing me straight through to the heart. This man owned me and no matter what my mom said downstairs that would never change.
“I want this, and no matter what she says downstairs I want you to know that. Okay?” I had to verify with him that he knew that, and what I got as I pulled away from him was just that, understanding.
“Oh I know baby, and I’m not letting her take you away from me either.” My heart skipped a beat just as I found a pair of yoga pants and shirt to throw on. I was ready to face her, and tell her how I felt about Logan.
