Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant 2)

“Are you sure?” I asked, holding each side of her face gently as I stared into her brown depths. “We can stop right now. I won’t be mad. Don’t feel like you have to.”

“I want to,” she said, biting my bottom lip into her mouth and sucking on it until I growled, and she popped it free. “I really want you, Logan.” Her hand laid over my heart, and there was no way she couldn’t feel the wild drum of it against her palm. “You make me feel…” Abigail tried to find the words, but I could tell she was getting frustrated.

I held her hands above her head and gripped them with mine, keeping her trapped there. “I know,” I said. “You make me feel the same way.” I pressed against the tiny hole until it gave way, and I sank in about an inch. “Baby, you make me feel the same,” I repeated. “No need for words. The only thing you need to know is that I love you, and I’m going to take care of you. You never need to worry about being alone again.” I wanted to thrust inside her in one hard stroke and claim her, but I didn’t want to hurt her. I didn’t want to be a barbarian. She deserved better for h

er first time.

After, I’d bend her over ever surface and fuck her hard and spank that ass for every time she doubted herself or spoke down about herself.

A tear left the corner of her eye, and I kissed it away. “I love you too,” she whispered, and I pushed her hair back to get a good look at her face, the perfect, most angelic face I had ever seen. I kept her arms above her head and curled my hips again, inching my cock forward, stretching her channel wide to accommodate me.

“Eyes. Give me your eyes,” I said as her lashes fluttered, and her eyelids closed. She opened them wide, staring at me with black pupils. “I want you to watch me take you.” Right at that moment, I hit her barrier, the last thing that kept me from owning every inch of her. She cried out, bit her lip, and tried to wrestle her hands free so she could touch me. My mouth dropped open when I pushed forward, breaking through her hymen and sliding in until my orbs cradled her ass.

I moaned as her wet, hot, silky walls contracted around me. I could see the pain all over her face, sweat beading around her hairline, and she gasped for air, trying to work through the pain. I peppered kisses on her cheeks. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t want to hurt you, but now I’m going to make you feel real good. I promise.”

“You make me feel better than anyone ever has. The small amount of pain is worth it.”

I let go of her hands and placed my palm on her hip and the other one against her face as I rocked. I slid out; those fucking wet sounds were erotic as I sank inside her again. “Oh, fuck, you’re so tight, baby. You feel so good. This was made for me. You were made for me; no one could ever make me feel how you do.” I sped up my rhythm, and my sack slapped against her ass with every stroke. Her body was small and tight and while my own engulfed hers, she fit against me like a missing puzzle piece.

Her nipples rubbed against my chest, her sweat mixed with mine, her whimpers made me groan. I was in tune with everything her body did because my body responded to her call, to her want, her need.

I was there to answer her, to take the ache away, and not just sexually, but mentally and emotionally. I was here.

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.