Page 62 of Staying Selfless

“Yes. Now get over here,” she commands. “Please,” she adds with her sweet edge, a cute little giggle leaving her lips.

I slip my briefs down, keeping my gaze on her, as I watch her take me in. Her eyes widen when I come into view, bouncing back to my full size once the barrier is gone.

Out of habit, I take a step towards my nightstand before I stop in my tracks, remembering that I don’t need to wear a condom with Logan anymore.

“You know, I’d never had sex without a condom until Chicago.” I place my knee on the mattress, crawling towards her, my guy standing at attention between my legs.

She backs up, scooting towards the headboard until she can’t go any further. We’re both tall as fuck, so we need as much real estate on this bed as possible.

“Me neither,” she says, stating the obvious.

“You’re the only person I’ve ever wanted to do this with.”

I’ve had an ungodly number of partners, and I wasn’t about to have unprotected sex with a single one of them, but we don’t need to mention the figure right now. I didn’t care if they were on the pill or not, I wasn’t trying to knock anyone up, let alone catch something, and thankfully, I never did.

Logan pushes my shaggy hair out of the way before placing her hands on either side of my face. Her loving expression searches my eyes before she presses her full lips to mine.

Once I pull back, I wrap a hand around my cock, teasing it against Logan’s clit. She squirms beneath me, waiting for me to enter her, and once I do, a breathy cry of pleasure leaves her lips.

“Fuck,” we moan at the same time.

My head falls back as I feel her walls surround me, without a barrier to reduce the friction. Don’t get me wrong, she felt amazing either way, but this...fuck, this is euphoric. Her bare skin on mine, I don’t ever want to go back.

I hold onto her hips as I slowly push in and out, feeling all of her around me. I eventually pick up speed, watching her tits bounce while her burgundy hair spreads across my pillow.

My fingers dig into her flesh as I roll my hips into her over and over. Logan’s hands are pressed up against the headboard trying to grasp at anything she can reach as I fall forward, my hands on either side of her body, hovering over her.

“I missed you so fucking much, Logan.” My tone is desperate and my statement causes her to hold onto the back of my neck, bringing me in as close as possible.

Pulling my hips back, I thrust into her with everything I have. Her eyes squeeze shut as I swallow her pleasurable cries with my kiss. I continue to rock into her as her hands grip at my back, nails digging into my skin, and doing nothing but turning me on even more.

Her face is right next to mine as her satisfied sounds fill my ears with every blow I deliver.

I pull out of her, wanting to take her a different way, causing her to whimper from the emptiness. I can’t help but let out a cocky laugh from her sounds of desperation, happy to know that the need between us goes both ways.

As I slip off the mattress to stand at the foot of the bed, I bite down on my lip and take a moment to admire my girl. Flushed and damp skin, wild and unruly hair, legs open just for me. Her chest is heaving, trying to catch her breath.

Fucking perfection, I tell you.

I drag my hand over my damp forehead, wiping away the beads of sweat before I hook my fingers behind Logan’s knees. I pull her towards the edge of the bed where I’m waiting for her.

“Turn over,” I command.

I stroke myself as I watch her do what I say. She lies flat on her stomach, pretty round ass on full display, rosy cheek flat against the mattress.

Leaning forward, I press my needy mouth to her backside, grabbing it, filling my hands. My lips trail up her spine, placing hot kisses up her back, her skin rising with goosebumps from the sensation I leave in my wake. I bury my face into her hair, my rock-hard dick pressed against her.

“I want to fuck you for the rest of my life,” my deep voice whispers into her ear, causing the most delicate whimper to leave her lips.

I look down in the space between us as Logan squeezes her thighs together, trying to ease the empty ache, and I can’t contain my satisfied smile, knowing that she needs my body as much as I need hers.

Pushing myself up, I stand at the foot of the bed again before I grab Logan’s hips, pulling them towards me. She stays on all fours, her knees and palms pressed into the bed in front of me.

“It’s insane how much I love you, Logan.”

“Then we’re both insane,” she adds, though her words are strained between precious breaths.

Grasping myself once again, I enter her throbbing pussy from behind. Logan moans my name, her body buckling from the intrusion. Her elbows give way as she drops her head to the bed, but I hold her hips up, keeping her pressed into me.

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