Chapter 21
CHAPTER 21
LOGAN
I groan as I slip my hand into her pants, over her clit, then her folds. I find her eager entrance and caress gently, coaxing more wetness out of her perfect slit. She whimpers and tries to kiss me again, but it turns into a moan that makes kissing impossible. Her mouth open, her eyes brimming with enthusiasm… the same enthusiasm she brings to every other part of her life.
“Oh my God,” she whispers.
“You feel fucking perfect,” I growl, rubbing faster, spreading her wetness over her lips and her clit.
“Hmm…”
When she tries to shake her head, I push down insistently on her needy nub. She whimpers loudly, her head falling back. I bring my mouth to her neck like a starving goddamn animal, kissing, tasting her. I kiss her neck toward her breasts, using my free hand to tear her shirt loose.
Buttons pop, and she moans as I pull down her bra to reveal her mounds. I almost lose it as I bring my mouth to her nipple. Her gasping moans flood my solid spear with even more need, the head leaking with hot precome. Her hand rubs quickly up and down the outside of my pants, making my length burn.
I glide my hand down to her entrance, gently stroking in a circle, all the while kissing and sucking the tempting thickness of her breasts. I drive the heel of my palm against her clit at the same time, causing her to fall against the bed, shivering all over.
“Fuck. I need to see you naked.”
I stand, staring down at her. She bites her lip, leaning up on her elbows, her shirt half undone, her breasts wedged over her bra, highlighting her fullness.
“Are you ready?” I growl. “Or do you want to text?—”
“I’m done with texting,” she pants. “But I need you to take contr—” She cuts off with a laugh of delight when I lean down and grab her pants.
I pull them down her body. Luck is on my side. In the process, her underwear gets tangled up, coming down with her pants. I throw them aside, then take a moment to appreciate her, her glistening hole, her swollen-with-lust petals, her needy-as-fuck clit.
“Oh, fuck …”
I fall to my knees at the end of the bed and bury my hands in her thighs, then kiss up her legs, getting closer to her wetness. She stares down at me, moaning, nodding, not so nervous anymore.
When I press my mouth against her clit, my tongue is gifted with a wave of her gorgeous taste. My cock has never been this hard. I feel like I could erupt before I even feel her tight tunnel, but there’s no damn way I’d let that happen before feeling her gush down my steel.
I suck on her nub, pressing my tongue against it, gliding my finger to her hole at the same time. She gasps, lying still at first, but the more I lick and caress her body, the more confident she becomes. Her hips move in time with my tongue strokes.
She reaches down and grabs my head when I push my finger into her core.
“Oh, oh, uh-oh…”
“Fuck,” I growl, keeping my face pressed to her pussy. “Your taste, it’s addictive. You’re so damn hot.”
“Logan,” she whimpers.
I glide my finger in and out of her entrance, greedily licking her clit at the same time. There’s no doubt now. There’s no second-guessing. There simply isn’t room for it.
Nobody, under any circumstances, could tell me this is wrong.
I flick my tongue against her clit, pumping my hand faster in and out of her entrance, her body making gorgeous wet noises of desire. She squeezes her legs around my head, her gasps becoming breathier. I can feel how close she is in the heat of her body, in the way her walls twitch around my finger.
When the orgasm hits her, her moans turn so breathy she can hardly make any noise. She’s gasping as if drowning in pleasure. It’s a noise I’ll never forget, hunger aching in me, my cock pushing against my zipper like it’s trying to break free.
She shifts her hips up and down. I wish I could see her face, see the pleasure marking every inch of her angelic expression, but there’s no damn way I’m turning my attention away from her sex. She deserves every ounce of my focus.
Her pussy gushes wet heat, and then she gasps and collapses back.
I stand again, staring down at her trembling form.
“I need you,” I snarl. “I need your wet pussy. I need your curvy, flawless body. I need your thickness. But I need more than that. I need your mind, your enthusiasm. I need your soul. I need your heart. I need your future. I need everything. Piper, every damn thing you could give a man, you’ll give to me, nobody else. Nobody. Else.”
“Nobody,” she whimpers, staring as I pull my clothes off, shirt, pants, and underwear. “You’re so hard,” she whispers in awe.
“I’ve never been harder,” I tell her truthfully, stroking my hand up and down my length. “I’ve never wanted anything more than I want you right now. Not in business; not in life.”
“I want to be naked with you,” she says, daring confidence gripping her features as she slips out of her shirt and unclips her bra.
I lose it when her breasts spill free, so curvy, so full. Lying atop her, the end of my swollen hunger brushes her inner thigh as I lean down and push her tits together, sucking one nipple and then the other, pleasing her as only I ever will.
Thinking about forever doesn’t seem impossible when we’re naked and captured by desire.
She moans, trailing her hands down my back, then digging her fingernails in when I guide my tip to her clit.
I stroke my throbbing desire against her clit, circling, teasing, letting her moans guide me as I pick up speed. I let her body guide me, too: the heat of her entrance, the tightening of her fingernails against my back. She leans up and bites my shoulder.
“Sorry,” she murmurs a moment later, letting go.
“Don’t apologize. And don’t fucking stop .”
I move my cock even faster. Her gasp is the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear, except, maybe, when she says yes to the marry-me question. No demand. That thought comes from nowhere and hits me like a truck, but I know it’s true. I know it’s what I want.
“It’s so hot.” She breathes hotly against my shoulder. “Oh, fucking hell, Logan. You feel so big. But I want you. All of you. Every… inch…”
“Don’t get shy now,” I snarl. “When you talk like that, it drives me crazy.”
“It’s easier over text,” she admits.
I lean back slightly so I can look into her eyes. She stares at me with a gentle smile, a hint of danger in her eyes. When she looks at me like that, I feel the novelty of this too, as if this is my first time as well as hers.
“My hands are kind of full right now…”
Her mouth opens in an ‘O’ of pleasure as I guide my tip from her clit, stroke it along her lips, and bring it to her sopping tunnel. I tease her hole, pushing against her, feeling her lips spread in a hot, tight kiss before I retreat again.
“What are you doing? Is something wrong?”
“No,” I groan. “Why do you ask?”
“I thought, maybe, you might be too big or something? Remember, I’ve got no clue what I’m doing.”
“Is your virgin perfection getting hot? Getting slick? Are you getting tingly like you desperately need me to push inside of you, claim you?”
“Yes,” she moans.
“Then your flawless, curvy body is doing exactly what I need it to do.”
Her cries of lust get even more desperate when my tone becomes pure savagery. When I’m with her, our concerns are already so far away. Now, it’s like we’re on a different planet. I don’t care that this woman had a crush on me, don’t care that our romance, our connection, could crush us, don’t care about the betrayal or the ‘unhappily ever after’ we might be inviting into our lives.
Here, now, I only care about her. I just want her heat and her fullness and her everything.
I push against her hole again.
“Don’t stop this time,” she whispers urgently. “I want you, Logan. I need you.”
“I need you, Beautiful. So… fucking… badly…”
I thrust forward with my hips, my gaze fixed on her face, the light of adventure in her eyes as I inch my way into her body. She claws her fingernails against my sides, pulling against me, begging me with her body to claim her fully.
Looking down, a surge of seed rushes up my shaft, aching against my tip when I see her gloriously plump tits swaying with the motion of our bodies. She’s so full and, in the bedroom lamplight, I can see every curvaceous line of her perfectly plump figure.
I crunch my abs, leaning down so that I can suck and kiss her nipples at the same time. When I swirl my tongue around her nub as my cock fully slides into her tightness, her pleasure noises change quality, becoming more urgent, brimming with the hint of a release.
She smooths her hand through my hair, her other hand over my back.
“I never knew it would feel this good.” She gasps. “Don’t stop, Logan. Never stop.”
Never stop .
She wants it, too—the impossible. The connection will seem like a distant dream once this is over.
But I won’t think about that now.
Instead, I glide out of her clutching walls, then plunge back in.
Harder, faster, with more possessiveness.
Her body shivers, her tits swaying, her thighs dancing for me. I look down at the engrossing sight of my thick, long dick disappearing into her slit, my hungry length glistening with her juices, her pussy stretched around my ownership.
“Fuck,” she moans, moving her hips. “Yes, that’s it. That feels… yes .”
When she thrusts her hips down toward my base, letting out a confident cry, I lose control. I thrust even faster, and she matches my pace, a sassy look on her face as she raises her eyebrow.
It’s like a challenge. Can we do it harder, faster?
Yes, my Hardcover, my Piper. We can do it all .
I lie against her so that I can feel her breath against my cheek so that there’s as little space between us as possible. We melt into each other, moving faster, her pussy making gorgeous wet noises as I slip all the way inside of her, her tightness massaging every inch of my throbbing length. I groan and gasp as release surges up my shaft, pressing against my end, gathering hotly in me as I move toward a crescendo. If we were texting, I’d send her a dynamite emoji.
She digs her fingernails into the back of my neck, clawing into me.
“Fu… fu …”
But she can’t speak, not when she’s rushing so effortlessly toward her eruption. I pump forward even faster, grinding into her flawlessness, savoring every twitch and pulse of her pussy. Her body’s speaking to me, begging for more, begging for it harder—a song of pure lust.
I try to stay in this place for as long as I can, savoring it all, knowing I’ll never forget this, knowing this will be something we’ll remember forever. With each thrust, the word repeats in my mind.
Forever, forever, forever .
“Fuck!” She moans, biting down on my shoulder.
Her pussy pulses around my length, caressing me. I can’t hold off anymore. Seed surges up my shaft and erupts out of me, a hot stream like a goddamn volcano, pumping out of me and into my woman.
She bites me so hard I know she’ll leave a mark. I want her to—a tattoo of our experience, a sign of what we shared.
I empty myself into the only woman I’ll ever need, her tunnel still pulsing, squeezing me, coaxing me. Finally, we collapse onto the bed, breathing heavily. I immediately pull her into my arms so I don’t have to think about what we just did.
“When I hold you,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head, “Nothing else matters. Nothing, Piper.”
“I feel the same,” she murmurs. “It’s so easy to forget. Maybe… too easy?”
“Shh,” I whisper, finding her lips. “We don’t have to think about that now. We can lie here and let the rest of the world take care of itself.”
She wriggles close, resting her cheek against my chest. “Did I hurt you? When I bit you?”
“No,” I say passionately. “I like that you did it.”
“If we were texting, I’d be sending you starry-eyed emojis. I’m still aching all over. That was way easier than I ever thought it’d be.”
“Easier?”
She kisses my chest. “I thought I’d be nervous. Too inexperienced. But I was surprised. It felt so natural.”
“That’s because we were meant to be together.”
She looks up at me.
“Don’t look so shocked,” I tell her. “It’s the truth.”
“You’re just drunk on sex,” she says, laughing. “You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I’m drunk on you ,” I say fervently. “But I know what I’m saying. You’d better believe that.”
“What now?” she whispers.
“Now… we lie here. We don’t worry about tomorrow. I just want to hold you.”