She had me.
And while I wanted to fill her mind, body, and soul, Abigail ended up doing the same to me.
“Logan,” she panted against my ear, nibbling my earlobe into her mouth. “Harder. More. I want more.”
I sat up on my knees and held her legs together, the long creamy legs were soft, and my lips had to feel them. I kissed her calves, running my tongue to the back of her knee as I hammered in and out of her. Every stroke of her pussy was like being seared by the hottest flame. I was immune to the dangers of her fire though. I could walk through it, bathe myself in it, and drink it down because I truly believed I was made for her.
Out of the same ash.
Out of the same spark.
Whatever it was that ignited us, we were one and the same, and when are blazes met, we were wild, a force that couldn’t be stopped.
“Fuck, Abigail. Jesus,” I squeezed my eyes shut and held back my orgasm. I had a hair-pin trigger when it came to her.
“Eyes,” she said, mocking me from earlier. “I want to watch you.” Her nails scraped down my chest and plucked my nipples. I jerked from the sensation. I had no idea I liked that sort of thing, but I did, and it made my cock throb and grow harder.
I was ready to fill her up with my seed.
While my cock was ready, I was not. I wanted this to last. Her eyes on me would be my undoing, so in a quick move, I flipped her over, but then her succulent ass greeted me, shaking slightly, and I was a doomed man.
The globes were firm and round, so fucking round; they reminded me of cupcakes. I fell to my hands and licked from her ass crack up to her spine, gathering the sticky sweat. I moaned and left kisses along the way, and when I got to her neck, I bit down, telling her silently to stop wiggling against me, or there would be trouble.
She kept trying to sink that greedy pussy on my cock, but I wasn’t ready because I was a breeze away from coming.
I sat up, and something inside me darkened. Her ass became a target, and my palm twitched. I’d never done anything like this in my life, but something told me to do it. My hand flew through the air and landed on her soft, white skin.
Smack.
The sound of it was a drug. I wanted more. I needed to hear it again. I lifted my hand up in the air and brought it down again.
Smack.
“Logan!” she shouted my name, but not with anger, I heard the heat and passion.
Her flesh turned pink, but not pink enough. I wanted to see how far I could take it. It should be the last thing I did to her. She had enough pain in her life, but I wasn’t trying to hurt her. It was pleasure.
And by the way she was moaning, she liked it too.
Smack.
She rubbed her thighs together, and I grew curious as to why. I spread her legs apart and saw her sticky wetness dripping down her thighs like tears. She fucking loved it. I gripped each cheek in my hand and snarled. “I bet I could make you come like this, couldn’t I? You like to be spanked? You deserve it, you know. You don’t give yourself enough credit. Is this what I have to do to you to make you see how perfect you are? Do I?”
She moaned.
“Answer me,” I jerked her head back by her hair. “Use your words.” I didn’t give her a chance; I brought my palm down again for not answering me the way she was supposed to.
Smack.
Her entire body shook, and her fists clenched the sheets. “Logan. Yes, spank me. Harder. More. I need your cock inside me too. I want it all.”
I glanced at my dick, shining with her virgin blood and her cream. The tip was a pissed−off shade of red from the strain of not coming when I wanted to, but that was about to change. I slammed inside her as hard as I could and held her face against the mattress, squeezing her abused cheek with my hand as I plundered my cock as hard as I could inside her.
Smack.
“Oh, Logan!”
Smack.
My orgasm tingled my spine.
Smack.
“I’m going to come,” she warned.
Smack.
I added more pressure and hit her ass even harder.
Smack.
“Yes! Oh my god, Logan. Oh, oh, yes!” she thrust her ass hard against my cock, bouncing off my pelvis as her pussy contracted around me, gushing her come all over me until it dripped down my balls. She clawed against the sheet and tried to get away from me, but no way in hell was I not going to come inside her.
One, two, three, and on the fourth curl of my hips, I planted myself inside her, her muscles still spasming as I came, filling her with my come. “Abigail,” I groaned, nearly going blind from the pleasure as my hot seed filled her aching swollen cunt. I reached around the front of her body and rubbed her over−sensitive clit. I wanted her to come again, so her pussy drank me down. I wanted to leak out of her for days.
I tugged on the pubic hair and then pinched her bundle of nerves. Since she was primed and ready, she went off like a bottle rocket, clenching around me again. Sweat dripped off my forehead and pooled in the dip of her lower back as her pussy milked me hungrily.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I grunted, silently thanking whatever god that sent this woman my way. I loved her and just experienced the most intense, best sex of my entire life.
Gasping for breath, I fell on top of her, kissing her sweaty neck as we trembled and laid in our post−orgasmic bliss. I kept my cock inside her, not ready to lose her heat, and continued to pay attention to her warm skin.
This woman has turned me inside out.
“Logan,” she said my name between hitched breaths.
I flipped her over, still keeping us connected and our bodies bound together, chest against chest, pelvis against pelvis. “Hey, baby,” I said with a smile, drenching her in sweat.
“Is it always like that?”
I shook my head. “No, just with us.”
There were two things I believed in now.
What I just said and her.
Those were the only things that mattered.
Chapter Fourteen
Abigail
Okay. Maybe last night wasn’t the best night to lose my virginity when I had to meet his family today for Easter dinner. With every step I took, I felt my dress rub against the cheeks he slapped last night, and my hole was sore and aching from his fat cock.
Yes, his fat cock. The thing was huge, and the way we had sex, I’d need a week to heal.
Worth it.
“You okay?” he asked, crossing his arms as he leaned against the door as he waited for me to finish getting ready. I was doing the finishing touches on my hair.
I nodded, and he lifted a brow at me. “Did you not learn anything from last night?”
The memory had me blushing. I couldn’t believe I let him spank me, but I loved it. God, I hoped he spanked me every time because it was so hot feeling him lose control like that.
“I’m okay,” I whispered and wrapped the last strand of hair around the curling iron.
“You’d tell me the truth? I know I was a bit rough last night,” his voice got deeper as he said it, like he wanted to always be rough with me.
I wanted him to.
“I’m okay. I enjoyed last night. So much. I feel it still, that’s all.”
“You feel it?” he asked with raised brows.
I laid the curling iron on the counter and unplugged it. At least it didn’t take a genius to figure out how those things worked. “My cheeks are tender, and I can feel you inside me. I’m sore from your cock.”
His throat bobbed, and when I looked down, I saw that his dick was growing, long and wide. “You can’t say shit like that to me when we are about to go see my family.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m going to be thinking about fucking you, wanting to be inside you, filling you up until your leaking my come, and I can’t because you need to heal before I take you again.” He readjusted his cock and now it was fully hard. “You’re going to drive me crazy, aren’t you? In that tight dress hugging your
body and your curls draping down your back, begging for me to hold on to. Fuck,” he cursed and rubbed his hands over his face. “I need to get away from you before I jump your bones.”
I giggled and stared down at my simple light blue dress that flared at the hips. The straps were thin, but nothing was sexy about it. Logan looked at me like he wanted to eat me.
“Oh, before I forget,” he turned around, and his cock was still hard. Did we have time for me to suck him off? Or maybe something quick. “I have your first check. You’re officially a working woman. We will deposit it into the bank, and if you want, we will get your license too, in the morning.”
Excitement overloaded my system, and I ran toward him, jumping on him and wrapping my arms and legs around his body. “Thank you! Thank you so much. I love you,” I said, truly meaning it. I felt tears prickle my eyes as I thought about everything he had done for me. I wasn’t sure what brought us together, but I’d never question it. I was a lucky woman to have a man like Logan.
He had the patience of a saint dealing with me and my lack of not knowing things, but he was so eager, and every time I learned something, he was so proud of me and ready to celebrate. When he held me after my nightmare, I knew he’d always hold me through a nightmare and be there for me.
“I love you too,” he said as he held me, burying his fingers in my hair right where my scar was. It used to bother me, but not anymore, not since Logan. “I’d do anything for you. I hope you know that.”
“I do,” I said. “I do know that.” As I nodded, my cheek rubbed against his strong chest and that heart, that heart I quickly fell in love with, beat against his sternum, strong and profound.
“You’re amazing, and your strength is inspiring. I want to be better for you every day.”
“You don’t have to tell me those things every day.” I never wanted him to feel obligated to tell me or grow tired of it.
“I said I’d tell you every day, and I meant it. It’s no hardship. It’s just the truth.” He pressed me up against the wall of the bathroom and slid his hands under my dress to cup my butt. “You look so sexy right now,” he purred, fingering the edge of my panties. “How sore are you?”
I groaned, the back of my skull hitting against the wall when he cupped the space between my legs. “Not that sore,” I lied through my teeth, but I knew once he was inside me, he would feel so good.
“You’re wet for me,” he said.
“I’m always wet for you, Logan.”
The sound of his zipper was loud in the bathroom and it made my nipples react, tightening to hard buds.
“This is going to be fast and hard. I want you too fucking much right now, and then we need to leave.” He tugged on my earlobe and nibbled the soft flesh. “And all day, you’re going to feel wet from my come leaking out of you and pooling in your panties. Just think, I could drag you to any room and have my way with you.”
“Logan,” I gasped. “We can’t have sex in your sister’s house.”
His fingers dipped inside my panties and pulled them to the side. He settled more between my legs, and I panted against his neck when the hard steel of his cock pushed against my folds. “The hell we can’t. I’d take you anywhere, anytime, whenever the mood strikes,” he said and then pushed his cock inside my tender pussy. I gasped, clutching onto his shoulders from the sting of pain. “Just like this,” he said as he sawed in and out of me slowly. “I’d take you anywhere, just like this. Your back against the wall, dress up and panties pushed aside, my cock buried ten inches deep inside you, my hands full of your ass.” He thrusted harder and groaned, “Yeah, just like this.”
Soon the pain morphed into amazing pleasure as he buried himself deep inside me. My lower back rubbed against the wall. It hurt, but not enough to stop him. I’d proudly be sore from the tip of my toes to the top of my head if it meant having his hands on me.
“So fucking wet and tight. I can’t get enough of you.” He mumbled something else against my skin, but I didn’t understand him as our skins slapped together.
That familiar burn in my belly grew, warning me I was about to orgasm. “Logan.” By the way I said his name, he knew I was about to come, and he pounded into me harder.
“Come with me,” he said, driving himself harder and deeper than he did last night. “Come with me, baby.”
My body listened, and I exploded on him, pressing my lips against his as I came. He made me feel more alive in two weeks than I had this entire year. I felt human. I felt loved, and for that, I’d never be able to repay him.
His hot come splashed inside me, filling me up just like he promised, and when he was done, I watched his thickness pull out of me, a bead of white cream dripping from his slit and down his shaft. I’d never not be amazed at his size and how he fit in me. He was so big.
Logan kissed my forehead and settled my panties back in my place. He tucked himself in, and the zipper sounded again, ending the way we started. “I could call my sister and reschedule,” he said after setting me back down on my feet.
I felt all wobbly and unhinged. “You can do that? Easter can be rescheduled?” I didn’t think that was the case. I saw the calendar. It was every year.
He chuckled. “You’re so fucking cute. No, it can’t be, but I’d reschedule for you if it meant staying locked up in this house, naked. I’d promise multiple orgasms.” He wiggled his brows at me as he tucked an arm around my waist and yanked me to his chest. His abs rippled against me, and I swear, he was getting hard again, and as much as I wanted that, I really was sore.
“I want to meet your sister, and I need a little recovery time,” I pinched my fingers together. “Just a little.”
“Did I hurt you? Fuck, baby. I’m sorry. I knew better.”
“I’m okay,” I laid my palm on his cheek and grinned. “I’m more than okay. I feel great, but I’m telling you that now I might need a day or two.”
“Anything you want,” he brought his hand up, grabbed mine from his cheek, bringing it to his mouth.
He kissed it.
He always found a way to kiss me every chance he got.
“Come on, let’s go. Lucy is going to yell at me for being late.” He took my hand, and we walked out of the house. It was nearly done. We were waiting on the appliances now and furniture, but even the back porch was screened in with a fire pit.
He opened the passenger side door for me and helped me into the seat and then pulled the seatbelt around my chest, clicking it in place. “I could have done that,” I said.
“I know, but I like to do things for you.”
He gave me a crooked smile, his freckles gleaming in the sunlight, and those blue eyes glimmered like gems. He shut the door and ran around the front, his hand skimming the hood. He got in, buckled up, cranked the engine, and we were on our way.
I was so nervous, and that wasn’t a good thing because while normal people could at least hide their nerves, mine were audible. I slurred my words more, and it took me longer to think of the correct words to string together a sentence. It was important to me that Lucy liked me and didn’t think I was an idiot or just some homeless train wreck using her brother.
I loved him more than anything.
And Maria was going to be there, and whatever was going on between them, I was about to face it, and I wanted to puke. Maria seemed like an important part of his life. She always called and messaged him, but he never answered, at least, not while I was around, but I trusted him to do the right thing because he hadn’t done anything to show I couldn’t trust him.
I was going to go with my instincts, and my instincts hadn’t been wrong. They are what kept me alive the last year. And if the dream I had the other day had any real significance, then I knew someone was out in the woods that night too. Just thinking about it had the hair on the back of my neck standing up.
“What’s on your mind?” he asked, taking my hand as he drove with one hand on the wheel. Something about it was effortlessly sexy, the way his forearm flexed and
his finger gripped the leather.
I pressed my lips together this time. I really didn’t want to speak, and I didn’t want him to pull his ‘use your words’ on me. I wasn’t in the mood for it. I was too nervous. I was scared. Maybe this wasn’t a good idea, and maybe I wasn’t good enough for Logan. He deserved someone who had their life together, not someone who couldn’t even put together the pieces.
“You aren’t going to tell me, are you?”
I shook my head and looked out the window, watching the trees pass in a green blur.
“You’re nervous about meeting my sister.”
I shrugged.
“It’s Maria that is bothering you, isn’t it?”
I didn’t say anything. I kept staring out the window, meeting my eyes in the reflection.
He rubbed his thumb along my inner palm and sighed. “I understand. She has been…complicated lately. I’ve told you the truth. She is confused right now. I’m going to continue to be her friend, but she never had, or will ever my heart the way you do.”
Usually, what he said made me feel better.
Not this time.
A part of me wondered if I was going to freak out or tackle the girl to the ground. The dread of meeting her had been growing since the first time I saw her name pop up on his phone. If she and I got into a fight, my money was on me.
I lived on the streets for a year. I knew how to get scrappy.
“I’d love to know what’s going on in that beautiful head of yours,” he said.
I blew out a stressful breath and turned my head to the left to look at him. He was so handsome. I loved his red hair and how defined his jaw was. No one was sexier. “I have this feeling that things aren’t going to go well.”
“A feeling? Are you sure it isn’t nerves?” He asked, not being condescending, but worried. He knew how I felt about my instincts, and he took them seriously. I loved how he never dismissed me. He always took how I felt as serious as someone speaking words.
Nerves. I guess it could be nerves, but now I couldn’t tell what was my gut talking to me or nerves and dread taking over. The one thing I counted on the last year was now mixed up in something else, and a small amount of panic spread in my chest.
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