And I was ready for it.
My hands rubbed up the silky material until my fingers gripped the waistband and pulled them down. “Oh,” I said at the same time his cock bounced free and slapped against his stomach. Well, how in the world was I supposed to fit that in my mouth?
No, actually, how was that supposed to fit inside me?
My palms started to sweat, and my nerves started to get the best of me. Logan was thick, his girth almost the size of his wrist, and his length was just as impressive. He was so heavy; his erection didn’t stand all the way up, it leaned from the weight of it.
“Wow,” I breathed.
His cock jerked at that moment, and a bead of clear liquid flowed onto his stomach. “When you look at me like that. It makes me want to lose control,” he said through gritted teeth and white knuckles.
I wanted to lose control too. The last bit of reserve gnawed at my stomach as I stared at his cock. There were veins running up and down the length, bulging from the amount of blood filling him. With a shaky hand, I wrapped my fingers around the base and held it steady and brought my lips around the head.
“Oh, fuck!” he yelled, his body jackknifing from the simple move.
I had no idea what I was doing, but I barely had my mouth around him before he wrapped his arms around me and flipped me over onto my back, ripped my panties off, and buried his face between my legs. His tongue slashed against my clit, and a sound I had never heard myself make before, left my mouth. My hands buried in his hair, holding onto him as he gave me the best pleasure of my life.
“You taste so good. I knew you’d taste sweet. I fucking knew it,” he plunged his fingers inside me at the same time he sucked on the bundle of nerves. “So tight,” Logan mumbled against me. “I can’t wait to be in here.”
I whimpered as his fingers sank further inside me until he hit something, making me cry out in pain and equal amounts of pleasure. I propped up on my elbows and watched as he devoured me like an animal when he felt the barrier inside me.
I was a virgin. I hadn’t even thought to touch myself down there to find out, but I was glad. I wanted my first time to be with Logan. I wanted to give him every single part of me, even if it hurt.
A low burn started in my belly and traveled down my legs, shaking them uncontrollably as he lashed at my sensitivity, slid his fingers in and out of me, and with his free hand, tweaked my nipple. All of the sensations blended to be one, and it felt so good, more than I could ever dream of.
“Logan,” I tapped his shoulder, feeling the urge to…to…I couldn’t even say it because it was too embarrassing. “Logan, oh, Logan!” My legs shook harder, and the harder they shook, the louder I screamed his name, but the build-up in my body only got more intense. I felt like I had to pee, and the last thing I wanted to do was pee on him! That would be so embarrassing, but he kept on, ate me savagely with every cry that left my mouth.
He spread my legs with his hands, and it felt like I was doing the splits, I couldn’t be any wider and on display for him than I already was, but the way I was positioned, my clit peeked out, and there was no way of hiding it.
I shattered and ground my pussy against his face as I let whatever possessed me to take me under.
Chapter Thirteen
Logan
My orgasm squirted from my cock as the first hint of her come hit my tongue. I was so worked up, tasting her, pleasing her, hearing her moan my name, wanting me, touching me, and I had been on edge for far too long. I was glad I came right then because that meant when I got inside her, I would last longer.
I was a bit embarrassed. It had been a few years since I been with anyone, but coming without a touch, that was a whole other animal. I moaned into her cunt; her pubic hair tickled my nose as I buried my tongue to the hilt inside the tight heat. She tasted like honey, and I was the fucking bear that couldn’t satisfy his sweet tooth with how I drank her down.
When she came, she squirted down my throat, and I bet that was what she tried to warn me about. It was her first orgasm, in this new life, and damn it; it made me feel proud. I licked her clean, gathered all the juices I could, and sat up, staring at her beautiful pink sheath. Her clit was swollen, and her tight virgin hole called for me. It leaked cream. She was slick and ready physically, but mentally, I wanted to make sure.
There was no going back after this. She would be mine forever. I knew once those walls tightened around me, and I felt her for the first time squeezing around my cock, I’d never be able to let her go. Fuck me, what was I thinking? I’d never be able to let her go, even if I never got to feel that plush cunt that waited for me, I could live like this for the rest of my life.
“Kiss me,” I said as I lifted her up by her arms. “Taste yourself.”
She didn’t hesitate. Abigail licked my lips with her tongue before plummeting the eager appendage between my lips. She moaned, and I swallowed her sounds, letting it fuel my cock again. I was hard as a rock, ready to sink inside her and claim her as my own.
“It’s your turn,” she said, reaching between my legs. She jerked me and then stared at me in shock when she felt the come dripping down my shaft. “You…”
“When you did.”
“That’s so sexy.” She lunged at me, and I barely had time to wrap my arms around her as we rolled off the bed. I landed on my back with a hard thud, and Abigail giggled. “Sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”
I sat up, held onto her ass, and stood, laying her back down on the bed. “Good. Now you know how I feel,” I uttered against her lips before taking them in a slow kiss. I laid over her and positioned myself at her entrance, but I didn’t sink in. I wrapped one hand around her throat as I kissed her and rocked against her, letting her pussy lips massage me as I punch her clit with the fat tip of my cock.
She whimpered, and the wet sounds of her slick gliding against me was almost enough to make me come again. My sack pulled tight against my body, and my knees laid in the puddle of my previous come, sticking against my leg hair, but I didn’t give a fuck. It would wash off. I wanted to be filthy; I wanted to be covered in her come and mine and fall asleep filthy, only to wake up and get dirty all over again.
“Logan, please,” she slurred, but I found it sexy. I loved the way she spoke; others might find fault in it, but not me. It sounded laid back, quiet, with a slight rasp. “I need to feel you.”