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“So, tell me you love me so I can fuck the shit out of you.”

“I love you.”

“Good, me too,” I tell her as I slam into her, her mouth falling open as I do.

I thrust into her full force over and over again, absolutely entranced by the whimpers and moans leaving Logan’s lips and filling the room. Her tits bounce with every blow I deliver, creating the most heavenly visual for me.

I fucking love finding new sides to Logan. New parts of my favorite girl that no one else has ever seen, and I don’t mean physically. No, what I mean is finding new sides of her personality, new things she likes, and judging by the sounds filling my ears—Logan likes it hard.

Sitting back, I pull her hips to me, bouncing her onto my dick. She’s arched almost all the way off the bed as I pummel into her, her needy hands gripping at the sheets, the headboard, me. Whatever she can find, really.

“Fucking shit,” I breathe as my pelvic bone slams into hers, loving the whimpers that leave her lips every time I do.

Then, because I’m selfish and want to see her this way, but also because I know this will feel good for her, I flip us over, so she’s on top, riding me. Her knees are bent on either side of me as she leans forward, anchoring her hands on my chest, as she rolls her hips, causing me to almost lose it right there.

To be honest, I can’t believe I’ve lasted this long, seeing as this is all I’ve thought about for the last three days. But Logan hasn’t come from us having sex yet, I always take care of her with my fingers or mouth, but I have a feeling it can happen tonight, so I’m going to try to last as long as I can and get her there with me.

She moves in slow circles, taking my breath away as I follow her rhythm. I keep my eyes open, watching her bouncy tits and gaping mouth as she rides me. And fuck, does she ride me good.

God, I love this woman. And I love watching her unravel with me. She’s usually so put together and sweet; however, she’s anything but when we’re in bed with each other.

Grabbing ahold of her hips, I slam her body onto me, the loud smacking of our skin filling the room. The tingle at the base of my spine is telling me I’m about to explode as Logan’s head falls back, letting me take control of her, bouncing her on me with urgent tempo and force.

“I’m gonna come,” Logan cries, her body at my disposal.

Oh hell yes, you are, and so am I.

I sit up, wrapping my arms around her waist, holding her body to mine. Her tits are right up in my face as I lift myself off the bed, thrusting into her. Her arms are wrapped around my neck, her fingers threaded in my sweaty hair as her cries of pleasure fill my ears.

Logan’s body tightens around me as her head falls back, basking in the most beautiful orgasm I’ve ever seen. The pure bliss on her face as her body jerks and trembles, entirely out of control, is enough to send me over the edge. Her moans are loud, and most of them are my name, which is my favorite thing to hear coming from her lips. The second I see her eyes roll back, I give one more heavy thrust as I spill into the condom, every muscle in my body contracting.

I bite down on her shoulder, trying to stifle my grunts and screams, but it’s no use. We are both loud as fuck right now.

I drop back on the bed as Logan falls on top of me, both of us out of breath, damp with sweat, and fucking high as hell on each other.

“Water break. Round two in twenty minutes,” I tell her between panting breaths with the slap of her ass.

“What?” She pulls her head off my chest to look at me with shock. “How many rounds are we going?

“Let’s just say that I don’t know if walking to class is going to be an option for you on Monday.”

Chapter 78

Logan

It’s been five days since Eli’s been on the road, traveling for his away games, and I’d be lying if I said I was doing okay. There’s been a darkness around me, a heaviness on my shoulders since Thanksgiving weekend that I can’t seem to shake. The sadness I feel has nothing to do with Eli being gone, though his absence hasn’t helped, that’s for sure. I was distracted and felt like myself for a couple of days, having him home with me until he left.

I’m used to being Eli’s rock, his foundation to steady on when he needs to be centered. I’m the person who is there for him when his mind wanders to dark places. When he can’t calm himself down, that’s my job.

I’ve never once felt like I needed that from someone. I’m strong, and I’ve gone through hell and back in my life that’s caused me to be able to stand on my own two feet, but something about the all-consuming grief that’s been clouding my mind, lingering just outside, waiting to crash down on me, is making me feel like I need him more than I ever have before.

And I don’t like that. I don’t like needing anyone but me.

I had my first final today, and I’m pretty sure I bombed it. I’ve spent the last few days with my head in my books, but my mind couldn’t retain the words on the pages. It’s like it was too full of other swirling thoughts to add any more into the mix.

As if the thought of this week hasn’t been weighing on me already, adding my final exams into the equation is almost enough to make me break.

Almost.

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