Lover Boy: All American Boy

“Yes, Logan,” she cries, her nails digging into his back, her body on the verge of ecstasy. “Fuck me, Logan. Please. I need you to let go and fuck me.”

At the sudden outburst, Logan thrusts twice into her deep and hard and then pulls out of her completely. Her howl of disappointment is mirrored by the selfish rock of her hips seeking his cock.

“You want me to fuck you?” Logan inquires, as he slides only the tip of his cock into her greedy center, sliding right back out before she can grip him tightly. “You want me to sink my cock into you so deep and fast that you feel me when you walk tomorrow? Is that how bad you want me to fuck you?” Logan asks as he repeats the same movement.

She mewls at each penetration, desperately clawing at his back, wanting him to worship her body.

His need for release is as rampant as her own and he twists her on the bed so quickly she has no time to react before he pulls her hips up, bringing her to her knees, and plunging deep inside.

They cry out in unison - the pleasure overwhelming.

His erection submerges far inside her body, the connection between Avery’s body and his own no longer decipherable. He watches as his cock slides in and out of her center, coated in her heat, each movement reciprocated by her body.

Before long they’re connecting at a frenzied pace, each of them spiraling toward release. He twists his hand in Avery’s dark hair and yanks her head back so that he can taste the sweetness of her mouth. He uses his other hand to graze her nipple before turning his attention to her clit. Swirling a pressured touch on the exposed nerves, she cries out against his mouth, her core clamping down on his shaft. Logan grips her hair tighter in his hand, his rhythm soon forgotten as he pounds frantically against her backside, using her tensed inner muscles to ignite his explosion. Soon Logan finds himself pulsating against Avery’s body, his seed spilling far within the confines of her womb.

As she makes to rest fully on the bed, Logan slides from her core, his essence leaking from her.

“Damn, that’s hot. Me dripping from you like that.”

“Hmm,” she says sleepily. “Reminds me where you’ve been.”

“Fuck yea it does.”

Logan steps into the bathroom and grabs a washcloth, running it under warm water, intent on cleaning up his mess.

Lying naked under the covers with Avery is one of the best feelings in the world. Knowing she is safely wrapped in his arms, guarded against the rest of the world.

With her back to his chest, Logan uses the arm that was wrapped around her waist to push the hair away from her delicate face. He leans over and gazes at her closed eyes and her lips that are pursed in sleep.

Damn, she’s beautiful.

His lips move on their own accord and he places a gentle kiss below her ear on her jawline.

“I love you, Avery,” Logan whispers.

As he settles back on the bed, she turns in his arms and returns his gentle kiss.

“I love you too, Logan,” she responds, pressing her warm body against his.

Her radiant smile is enough to show that she means every word.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“I was close, but not quite there yet.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she says as she bends her leg slightly, placing her bent knee over his straightened leg.

In return, he bends his leg and places it between hers. She tilts her head grazing her lips over his in a soft kiss, her hand sliding up his shoulder into his hair.

“Logan,” she murmurs as she pulls a breath away, “I will be forever thankful that you showed me that I didn’t need to be scared of you - or to be scared of love. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without you in it.”

His heart pounds in his chest and at that moment, with her eyes glazed in desire and love and truth, Logan realizes that his entire life will have meant nothing without her in it, by his side. It doesn’t matter that they’ve barely known each other for a few months. The love he feels for Avery is so vast and all-consuming that he can’t believe he had ever considered himself in love with another. Love. Logan had planned to spend the remainder of his life in eternal bachelorhood, jumping from one bed to the next. It’s astounding how this tiny creature with her big blue eyes and wavy brown hair pulled him in and made him never want to let her go.

Logan leans closer, his hand moving from under her arm to wrap around her shoulder as he fuses his mouth with hers.

“You’ll never have to,” Logan says before merging their lips together again.