Logan (Wolf Mountain Shifters #3)

7. Emerson

SEVEN

EMERSON

Logan held me until my breathing returned to normal. The warmth of him cushioned against my body signaled comfort and safety.

I rubbed my slippery thighs together, enjoying the friction before twisting my body and extending my fingers over the dips and planes on Logan’s chest. Lightning flashed, rattling the windows and doors, and illuminated the curve of his hip and his enormous cock nestled in a patch of dark, curly hair.

The air was heavy with the acrid scent of ozone from the storm when he cupped my cheek, and, as he placed his lips on my throat, wetness saturated my pussy. I needed him inside me, and I sat up and shoved him onto his back, his arousal standing straight up.

All for me!

“What are you doing? I thought you wanted my cock.”

I nodded and straddled him, hovering over him while the tip of his cock grazed my folds. There was a sharp intake of breath from Logan, and I grinned. My mountain man wasn’t used to being mounted.

“I… I’ve never done it like this.” His gaze traveled from my face to my pussy. He grabbed his cock and brushed it over my entrance, coating it in wetness.

Hauling myself up on my knees, I rubbed myself over the head, the pleasure coursing through me making my eyelids heavy, and they closed.

“Mmmm.” Gods I was close to coming with just the tip grazing my crease.

But I wanted to feel every inch of him as he filled me, and my eyes snapped open. Without warning, I fell onto his dick, taking him all in.

“Ohhh. Ohhh.” I panted, the rhythm of my breathing reminding me of a woman in labor.

“Fucking hell, Emmie.” Logan half sat, his eyes glazed and drool pooling in the corner of this mouth. “Your pussy is so tight.” His fingers gripped my hips, and I wriggled my ass and ground against him.

I squeezed around his cock, and air whooshed out of his mouth while he dug his fingers into my flesh. I released my grip and pulled myself up so only the head remained in my soaking wet pussy. But I wanted him sheathed inside me again, and I lowered myself onto his cock, achingly slow this time, and my knees trembled.

His gigantic cock glided inside my pussy, the wetness allowing his easy entrance, and I paused, enjoying the fullness of him being buried in me.

“I love being inside you.” He trailed a finger from the base of my throat to my belly button and lower to my folds, coating it in my pussy juices. My body tingled, anticipating his cock pounding into me.

“Mmmm.” I angled my hips as Logan’s come-hither expression ignited a fierce hunger inside me. His harsh breathing punctuated the gaps between claps of thunder, and I leaned over him so my breasts brushed his skin that was dappled with spiky goosebumps and droplets of sweat.

He tweaked one hard nipple, and I teetered between pleasure and pain while enjoying seesawing from one to the other. Blowing gently on his skin, I studied the beads of sweat as they bowed and skittered over his skin.

“Look at me, Logan.” I sat up straight. “I need your help.” My legs were already jelly, but he tilted his head to the side, confusion in his gaze.

“You want me to take care of you, sweetheart?”

“No. I need you to heft me up so I can take your big, beautiful cock, coated in my juices, inside my pussy again and again.”

Logan parted his lips, the tip of his tongue peeking out. “Like this?” He heaved me up and slammed me onto his cock.

“More.” A torrent of wetness coated my thighs and mingled with the sweat as it pooled on Logan’s body when my body slapped against his.

The weight of my upper body had me swaying as if intoxicated by his scent and his cock. And I was! He bent his legs, allowing me to lean back as my knees gripped his sides. Warmth and arousal combined as my orgasm hurtled toward me.

Logan propelled me up, and I took him inside me, our moans and whimpers replacing speech. He grunted and arched his back, his breath coming in spurts and starts. There was him and me, his cock plunging into me as the pungent scent of sweat and sex surrounded us.

My head fell back and, with one hand on my hip, Logan used the other to grab my hand. Squeezing my legs against him, my body stiffened as I tumbled over the edge and climaxed, gulping mouthfuls of oxygen.

“Emmie!” He arched his back, his fingers digging into my flesh, and I toppled onto him. He wrapped his arms around me as our chests heaved and my eyelids fluttered and closed.