Logan (Filthy Rich Alphas)

How long have I dreamed of this?

A whimper of frustration rose from her throat.

She gazed at me under hooded, lust-filled eyes. “Stop teasing me.”

I brought my hand up and sucked on the other finger. “You taste so good.”

She bit her bottom lip.

“Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“No.”

“You should.” And then I leaned down and kissed her full lips, letting her sticky juice slide between our tongues. She moaned, and I wondered if it was due to her sweet flavor or the fact that her pussy’s wetness turned me on.

“So sweet.” I leaned away and licked my lips. “As I said before, I’m going to give you everything you deserve and more.”

“And what do I deserve?”

I slipped my hand back to her thighs to keep her up. “You deserve flowers and tiny boxes wrapped in satin with shiny things inside. You deserve dancing under the moonlight and kisses in front of sunsets.”

She gazed at me in wonder. Part of her expression dripped in lust. The other part said she was stunned.

“I’m going to love you, Mia. Love you like no one has ever done before.”

Those words dangled between us, thriving into something more than I think either of us could ever dream of. This day had showed us that what we thought was life, was a lie. What we thought was the truth, was false. And who we thought we should love was our choice all along.

She whispered, “That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me.”

“Good.” I grabbed my cock and lined myself up with her pussy, rubbing the head of my cock through her wet folds just to feel her shudder in my arms.

Mia gasped and looked down between us. “You’re so fucking big.”

I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit some more.

She watched as if in a daze. “I thought you would be big, but...not this big.”

“Don’t talk like that or I’ll be coming all over you faster than I want.”

“And one day...I want to feel you come all over me.” She caught her breath and cleared her throat. “But tonight, we need a condom.”

“Of course.” I brought us a few feet to the left where my dresser was. Still holding her, I rummaged through my drawer. It wasn’t the most erotic experience, but I couldn’t put her down. My cock wouldn’t let me.

After I tore the wrapping open, she helped me put the condom on, brushing her fingers at the tip. I lifted her up in a better position and had her back on the wall, pinned and unable to move any way but forward—right onto my cock.

Slowly, I pushed deep inside of her. “How’s that feel?”

“Oh.”

“Yes.”

“Oh. Please.” Her words came out broken and shattered like she was unable to deal with the pleasure.

I pulled back torturously slow and then thrust back deep inside of her. Her thighs parted for me more, shivering against my hips and inviting me

even closer. Pushing in deeper, I captured her mouth, needing to taste her more.

Fucking her was so goddamn erotic and maddening. I couldn’t get deep enough. I didn’t think I would ever get enough of her.

I pumped into her.

She moaned, relishing in the ride. Her breasts bounced against my chest.

“Logan!” She gripped my biceps, watching me with a desperate expression. The need in her eyes was almost painful. “Don’t stop!”

I growled. “Am I getting to ravishing yet?”

She began to speak.

I stole her response with another kiss and sped my pumping.

She tightened her hold on me.

How many nights had I imagined this moment? How many times had I stroked my cock to a vision like this? The only reason I took my time was because I was too damn scared to wake up and find out this was another dream—that Mia was not in my arms.

If this is a dream, then I hope I never wake up.

“Oh God!” Mia gasped, breaking apart from my kisses.

I pulled my cock out. The soaking wet length continued to point up. I leaned my head down and sucked on her nipple, rolling my tongue over the puckered tip. “You’re everything, Mia.”

Trembling, she gazed down at where our bodies met. “Put it back.”

I let go of her nipple and flashed her a wicked grin. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“Beg for it.”

“Logan,” she whined.

I licked my lips. “I love hearing my name on your tongue.”

She whispered, “Please.”

“Please what?”

“Fuck me.”

I groaned and pushed my cock back into her warm pussy, but only a little bit. I kept her up. She shivered against me as she gazed down at her pussy.

I followed her view. The moonlight bathed the space, showing the stiff mushroomed tip of my cock partly buried inside of her, the thick vein pulsing along the shaft and pressing against the condom.

“Are you sure you don’t want it slow, Mia?”

Her body shuddered. “You are the devil, Logan.”