Page 187 of Becoming Selfish

I feel her tightening around my fingers as she arches up off the bed, my mouth dripping with her arousal. Her clit throbs against my tongue as I watch her come undone. My sweet girl’s eyes screw shut as her mouth forms the perfect ‘O,’ falling apart from my touch—what only I can do to her.

Logan takes a moment to come down off her high as her chest slows, her perky tits spilling out of the black lacy bra I left on—more for the visual, to be honest.

She sits up and crawls over to me, tugging at my briefs and allowing me to spring free. She grips around the base of my aching cock, and I don’t know if I’ve ever been harder in my life. That is until she bends over, taking me in her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, licking up the already formed bead of moisture.

“Fuck, Logan,” I groan from the sensation, my head falling back.

She pulls back and flips her red hair over her shoulder before taking me in again, this time slowly inching until I hit the back of her throat, almost causing me to fall forward from the sensation.

I cup her cheeks as I slide out of her, a devilish little grin on my sweet girl’s mouth. The way she tends to look when she knows she has me under her spell. Which, let’s be honest, is always.

“I’m going to come way too quickly if you do that again, and I need to be inside of you.”

A proud smirk lifts her lips, and her green eyes shine with amusement from what she does to me.

She lies back on her bed, unfastening her bra, and leaving her perky tits on full display. My mouth gapes open from the sight of her. Flushed skin, wild hair, legs open for me—I’ll never get tired of it. I’ll never get tired of what we have.

Leaning forward, my greedy hands fill with her chest as I connect my wanting mouth with hers. My rock-hard dick slides against her folds, feeling the wetness on either side. I want to put it in. I want to feel her warm walls tighten around my bare skin, but she’s not on birth control yet, and she will literally kill me if I knock her up, so condom drawer it is.

I stocked her nightstand full to the brim a couple of weeks ago, so I reach over, pull one out and quickly roll it over my length. I sit back, taking in the view of her as I grip my cock, ready for it to be inside of her.

Teasing the tip against her clit, I give it a couple of slaps as I watch the entire time, my mouth gaping from the view and the sensation. I look up at my girl, her lips spread, eyes locked on the same damn thing.

I slowly push into her, my eyes glued on Logan as hers screw shut from the intrusion. I pull back, rocking my hips into her ever so slightly, taking my time as I do.

“Logan, are you okay?” I ask, just as I always do. Her answers have gotten better each time, but this one is, by far, my favorite response.

“Fuck. Yeah, it feels good.”

“Wait, really?” I stop my movements, a bit surprised. Things have felt better for Logan the more we’ve done this, but she’s always had a little discomfort.

She pushes her heels into the back of my thighs, starting my movements again. She bites down on her bottom lip as she nods her head.

“No discomfort? No pain?” I ask for confirmation.

“No, baby,” she breathes. “You feel really fucking good.”

Well, fuck me. Let’s go then.

Grabbing her hips, I thrust a bit faster, keeping my eyes on her the whole time. She looks like fucking heaven right now, and she feels like it too, as her head falls back into the pillow beneath her and her tits arch up, close to my face. My fingers dig into the skin of her curvy hips as I push myself into her, but still, holding back a bit, letting her adjust.

“Harder,” she moans, pushing her heels into me again.

There’s no way I heard that correctly.

“What, baby?”

“Eli. Harder. Please,” she begs.

Holy fucking shit. You don’t have to tell me twice. Well, she did, but you get the idea.

Logan and I have done the sweet and slow lovemaking. We’ve done the playful shit, but we’ve never just fucked. Pure animalistic fucking. But the time has come—time to shine.

I fall forward, holding myself up and hovering my lips over hers.

“I’m going to tell you I love you now because we aren’t doing the lovey-dovey shit tonight. Okay?”

Logan’s eyes widen, then darken from my words, her pupils completely dilated. She takes a swallow as she nods in agreement.

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