Chapter 9 #2
And then he’s kneeling above me, spreading my lips open with his thick cock. He rubs it up and down my slit, coating himself in my juices. My hips buck when the flared head slides over my clit, so he does it again, and again, sending fresh sparks of arousal coursing through me.
He comes down on top of me, caging me in between his beautiful arms, sliding his cock up and down my slit.
“Are you on birth control?” he asks, his eyes dark, glittering.
I shake my head. “No.”
“Maybe we should wait, then. There’s no rush.”
“But you’re so hard,” I say, wanting to make him feel as good as he’s made me feel. It doesn’t feel fair that I’ve already had two massive orgasms and he hasn’t had one.
He keeps rubbing himself against me, driving us both crazy. “You could stroke me, or I could come in your mouth. We don’t have to do this if you’re not on birth control.”
Just then, the tip of his cock catches on my entrance, and we both go still. “You could just put the tip in, Daddy. Just a little.”
The look he gives me is so hot, it could melt ice. He reaches between us and notches himself inside me more firmly. Even though it’s just the tip, it’s a stretch, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“You okay?” he asks, brushing a strand of hair out of my face.
“I’m perfect,” I sigh, and he kisses me and grins.
“Yeah. You are.” He moves his hips in slow, shallow thrusts, teasing both of us with the tip of his cock at my entrance. “Such a tight little hole. So tempting to just push in and claim you.”
“But we shouldn’t,” I say, my heart pounding as I play into our twisted little game.
“We shouldn’t. Not unless you want me to put a baby in your belly.”
I gasp and arch up into him, forcing him to sink in another inch. It burns, but not enough to make me want to stop.
“Please,” I whisper.
He thrusts shallowly for another minute, maybe two. “Tell me you’re sure, baby. If I get my cock all the way inside you, that’s where it’ll stay. That’s where my cum will go.” He thrusts again, fucking just the tip of his cock in and out of my leaking entrance. “Tell me where you want Daddy’s cum.”
“Deep inside my pussy,” I answer automatically because all of this feels so right. So easy.
The groan he lets out is pure sin. “Such a good girl for me. You ready? I’m gonna push all the way inside your little virgin pussy. Yeah?”
“Logan, please, yes. Just do it, please.”
He thrusts shallowly again and I’m ready to scream in frustration, but instead I scream in a heady mix of pleasure and pain as he pushes all the way inside me with one deep thrust.
“There we go,” he says raggedly, kissing my jaw, my throat. “I’m all the way inside you now. Buried so deep. Christ, you feel good. Best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire fucking life is your tight little cunt, Kaylee.”
“Logan,” I moan, wrapping my arms and legs around him as he starts to thrust, slow and deep. It’s so tight that it burns, that the stretch takes my breath away, but with each stroke, the pleasure starts to outweigh the pain.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, and I flush from head to toe. “Doing such a good job taking my cock for the first time. Look at you, taking it all inside your tiny pussy. Feels so fucking good.”
“I feel so full. It’s so good, Logan. You’re making me feel so good.”
He thrusts deep inside and then goes still, taking my hand and putting over his heart. It’s racing, beating so fast and hard I can see his skin jumping with it. “You see what you do to me? I never believed in love at first sight until I met you, Kaylee. And then I saw you, and I knew.”
“I never thought I could have someone like you,” I admit, and he leans down and kisses me, hunching over to compensate for our height difference.
“I’m yours, Kaylee. As much as you’re mine, I’m yours.
And nothing in the world will ever change that now.
” He starts to move again, stroking his cock in and out of my sopping wet pussy.
The sound of our fucking is deliciously dirty, and I moan and arch up into him, greedy for more.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. So sweet and special. ”
He kisses me again and then starts to move a bit faster, stealing my ability to say anything as intense pleasure coils inside me. I love the way he groans and pants and shudders as he moves, and I can tell he’s just as lost in this as I am.
“My sweet, beautiful Kaylee. Making Daddy’s cock feel so good with your tight little pussy. Does it feel good having my cock inside you?”
I cling to him harder and nod frantically. “It’s so good. I feel so full and…and right. I don’t want you to stop fucking me. Just keep fucking me, Logan. It’s so good.”
“Can you feel me throbbing inside you? I’m so hard, baby.
So close.” He slows his thrusts and then curls his arm under me, rolling us onto our sides.
He holds me close with one hand on my ass as he kisses me deeply, thrusting slowly.
He breaks the kiss and presses his forehead to mine, looking down at where his glistening cock disappears inside me, over and over again.
I grind against him, and he changes the angle of his hips slightly so that the base of his cock rubs against my clit with every thrust. I tighten around him as the feeling I recognize from earlier—the pleasurable pressure I felt earlier right before I squirted everywhere—starts to build again.
“Oh, god, Logan. I think I might come again.”
He looks at me with both lust and pride. “You gonna be a good girl and come all over Daddy’s cock?”
I nod, grinding some more as he starts to move faster.
“Not gonna come until you do, baby. I love watching you come. Making you come. Taking care of your body. Your pussy. Mine, now.”
I moan and whimper as he thrusts into me, filling me over and over again in a way that has my toes cramping and my vision going blurry around the edges.
“I love how you feel inside me, Logan.”
“I can’t believe how well you’re taking me, baby. You’re so stuffed full of cock and you’re dripping all over my balls. You fuck like a dream. Perfect. Fucking perfect. Such a good girl. My good girl.”
“Your good girl,” I moan.
“Be a good girl and soak Daddy’s cock, baby. Fucking soak it.”
I let go and come, hard, squirting all over him as red hot pleasure pulses through me. I think I’m screaming his name, but I’m too fuzzy to know for sure. I shake as I come, clenching hard around Logan’s cock.
“That’s my girl, that’s it. Come all over me. So fucking beautiful when you come.”
He kisses me, still thrusting, and then rolls me back onto my back, holding himself above me as he starts to move faster, his hips snapping as he fucks me into oblivion. My pussy gushes with every thrust, impossibly wet and I don’t want him to stop. It feels too good.
I’ve never seen anything sexier than Logan Armstrong above me, shirtless and sweaty, groaning and on the verge of orgasm. His muscles bunch and flex beneath his skin, his arms straining, and his face is contorted in pleasure that I’m giving him.
“I’m gonna lose control. You feel too fucking good. I’m trying so hard to hold back,” he groans, and I stroke my hands over his face.
“Lose control, Logan. I can take it. I want it. I gave you everything. Give me everything in return.”
“Fuck,” he growls, and pulls out of me. Before I know what’s happening, he’s flipped me onto my stomach and hauled my ass into the air with a rough grip. “Kaylee. Mine.” He slides back into me from behind, one hand on my hip, the other between my shoulder blades as he holds me down and fucks me.
“The way your little ass bounces against me is obscene, Kaylee. Thank fuck no one else has ever seen this, because I’d have to kill them.”
“No one but you, Logan.” My voice doesn’t even sound like my own.
“No one but me,” he growls, angling my hips and thrusting deeper.
“Yes!” I scream. This new angle has me lighting up like a Christmas tree, and I slide a hand between my legs and rub my clit. My pussy feels so impossibly swollen, so ridiculously wet.
Logan groans as he fucks me hard from behind, slamming the headboard against the wall, his hips slapping against my ass.
I come again, a smaller, quieter echo of my earlier orgasms, and I feel fluid trickling down my inner thighs.
He slides his hand up and down my spine in a soothing caress that contrasts with how hard he’s taking me.
“Gonna come inside you, baby,” he rasps.
“Be a good girl and take Daddy’s cum. Take every drop inside your sweet little cunt.
” He grips my hip hard enough to bruise, his other hand on my shoulder as he shoves me onto his dick, over and over.
“Fuck, Kaylee!” He roars my name as his cock jerks inside me, filling me with warm jets of his cum.
He grinds into me, his cock pulsing and throbbing, his breathing ragged.
He holds still for several long seconds and then drops a kiss onto my shoulder. His forehead rests on my back.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Are you okay? I didn’t mean to…” He kisses between my shoulder blades. “I’m sorry, baby. That was too rough for your first time.”
I giggle softly and wriggle against him.
“Don’t be sorry,” I say over my shoulder.
“It was perfect.” I can see the relief flicker across his features as he slowly, carefully eases out of me.
I wince slightly, both at the soreness, which isn’t too bad, and the sudden emptiness, which is worse.
Logan’s cum trickles out of me, leaking down my thighs.
“Be right back,” he says, then disappears into the adjoining bathroom. I flop over onto my back, too limp to hold myself up any longer. How many times did I come? Four? Four and half? It’s a miracle I’m still conscious.
I hear water running, and then he’s back with a cloth in his hand.
“Spread your legs, baby. Let me help you get cleaned up.”
I do as I’m told, and he kneels on the bed between my spread legs. It’s dizzying to think that just a few hours ago, I’d never even been kissed, and now, here I am, lying limp from orgasms from my incredibly hot, much older boyfriend.
Logan swipes the cloth over my stomach, my inner thighs, my mound before gently cleaning my swollen pussy.
He rubs the cloth over my sensitive clit, my lips.
He cleans up the cum dripping out of me with so much tenderness that it makes my chest constrict.
I push up onto my elbow and reach out, needing to touch him.
I trace the line of his jaw, his lips, his chin, his stubble rough under my fingertips.
Once he’s satisfied, he tosses the cloth aside and slides onto the bed next to me, pulling me into his arms and cradling me against his chest. I sigh contentedly, snuggling into him. Logan’s arms feel like home. Like this was always where I was meant to be.
His heart beats steadily under my ear, a comforting rhythm that soothes me into a state of semi-awake bliss. I wrap my arms around him, holding him tightly.
I’m never letting him go.
“Logan,” I whisper, looking up at him. He looks more peaceful, more relaxed that I’ve ever seen him. “What happens next?”
He brushes a strand of hair away from my face, smoothing the strands between his big fingers. “We have a nap, make dinner, then whatever you want.”
I smile and cuddle into him. “No, I meant…tomorrow. Going forward.”
“Tomorrow, I find my keys and dig out my truck and take you home. Then, I think what I’d really like is to take you on a date.”
“That sounds perfect,” I sigh. “What if you can’t find your keys?”
He chuckles softly. “I’ll be able to find them. There’s an AirTag on my key chain.”
My mouth falls open and I push myself up with a hand on his chest. “You mean you could’ve just gone and found your keys this entire time?”
Mirth lights his eyes from within and he shrugs. “Technically, yes.”
I smack at his shoulder. “Then why didn’t you?”
“And derail the cutest kidnapping I’ve ever been part of? No way.”
I can’t stop the laughter bubbling up inside of me, and soon, tears are filling my eyes as we both laugh. “I’m not a very good kidnapper,” I giggle, and Logan pulls me back down into his arms.
“Are you kidding me? This is definitely the best kidnapping I’ve ever been a part of. I’ll be your hostage any time, baby.”
I lift my head again. “Maybe next time I’ll tie you up.”
Logan grins, heat sparking in his eyes. “And what would you do with me if I was at your mercy?”
I kiss along his shoulder. “Whatever I want, Daddy.”
He tips my face up to his and captures my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. His tongue sweeps almost lazily into my mouth, and I can feel his cock hardening against my thigh. I moan softly, pressing myself against him, already hungry for more.
I lose track of time as we kiss and kiss, and when he finally breaks the kiss, his breathing is ragged. Mine, too. “If you want to tie me up and have your way with me, I’m game. Because you’re mine, and I’m yours. You’re mine to love, to take care of. To cherish.”
“And you’re mine to love and care for. To cherish.”
A beat passes between us, and it feels as though we’ve just said vows. Promises to each other that we very much mean to keep.
“I love you, Kaylee.”
“I love you, Logan.”
We start kissing again, and in this moment, everything feels perfect. Everything feels right.
For the first time in my life, I know without a doubt that I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.