Page 17 of Pure Bred

Logan grimaces, tugging at his pink unitard. “I need to get out of this ridiculousness.” He shoots me a playful glare. “You’re evil, you know that?”

I laugh. “Go get changed.”

As he disappears down the hallway, I peel off my own costume, revealing the comfy leggings and long-sleeved top underneath. I’m exhausted from the day’s festivities, and I flop onto Logan’s worn leather couch with a contented sigh.

A few minutes later, Logan reappears in sweatpants and a soft t-shirt. He eyes the couch, where I’m sprawled out taking up every inch.

“Planning on sharing?” he asks.

I stretch luxuriously. “Nope. This is my couch now.”

Before I can react, Logan is sitting on top of me, torturing me with his weight. I let out a protesting squeal as I squirm to getout from underneath him. He laughs and maneuvers us into a more comfortable position, draping my legs over his lap.

“So,” he says, slowly massaging my legs, “about that promise you made me earlier…”

I tilt my head, feigning innocence. “What promise?”

Logan smirks. “You forgot all about it, huh?”

“Gosh, Logan. It seems I have.”

“How convenient.” His hands slide up my thighs, sending a shiver of anticipation through me. “Guess I’ll have to do this instead.”

Logan’s hands reach the waistband of my leggings and he tugs them down, pulling them off in one smooth motion. His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto mine as he does the same with my panties. My breath quickens as he shifts to move between my legs. The next thing I know, he’s kissing his way up my thighs.

I moan as he buries his face between my legs. His tongue slides over my clit, sending a surge of heat rushing through me. He takes his time with his licks, savoring my pussy, groaning as if he’s the one on the receiving end of this pleasure. If his groaning wasn’t enough evidence that he’s enjoying it, the massive bulge in his sweatpants is undeniable proof.

“Logan,” I breathe. “Oh, God.”

He smiles and then flattens his tongue against me, his licks growing more demanding. I’m drowning in how good he’s making me feel. My breathing comes harder, my fingers digging into the couch as the promise of an orgasm swells inside me.

This intimacy, this connection, it’s all ours. Neither of us have been with anyone else. It’s so pure. And the more I think about that, the hotter I feel.

My hips buck against Logan’s mouth, my breath coming in short gasps. Logan groans in response, his tongue circling my clit with just the right amount of pressure. I come hard against his mouth, my body shuddering with release. Waves of pleasure wash over me, and I cry out his name, my hands gripping the couch cushions.

Logan doesn’t stop until he’s wrung every last bit of pleasure from me, leaving me breathless and spent.

I’m still reverberating from the intense orgasm he just gave me as I watch him stand up to his full height and strip off his clothes. His shirt comes off first, revealing his gloriously muscular chest and defined abs. Then off come his sweatpants, and finally his boxers, freeing his thick, rigid cock.

God, he’s so fucking hot.

My heart pounds like crazy as I watch him tear open a condom wrapper and roll it onto his length. I’m mesmerized by the sight of him handling himself. Before I can stop myself, my mind drifts back to his playful comment about us having babies together. The thought of him coming inside me, of us creating a life together, sends a fresh wave of heat coursing through my body.

Logan settles between my legs, his blue eyes filled with desire and something deeper, something that makes my heart ache. I wrap my legs around him, inviting him in. He dips his head down, capturing my lips in a heated kiss as he positions himself at my entrance.

He guides himself into me, pushing slow but deep on the first thrust. I gasp against his mouth, my back arching as he slides in. He’s so big, so thick, stretching me in the most delicious way.

His hands slide to my hips, possessively gripping my curves as he begins to move. Each thrust is powerful, deliberate, in control. His cock fills me completely, claiming what was always and only his. Our bodies fall into a rhythm that feels as natural as breathing, as if we were made for this, made for each other.

“Fuck, Sierra,” he groans, his voice a low rumble. “You feel incredible.”

I can only manage a moan in response, overwhelmed by how good it feels to have him inside me. Each stroke sends a wave of pleasure through me, building and intensifying. He rolls his hips faster, pumping rougher into me, making me breathless again.

I moan his name. I moan it over and over again. He answers me, deeply groaning my name back to me. My nails dig into his shoulders as I cling to him, delirious with pure pleasure.

“I’m so close,” I choke out.

“So am I.” He gives me a kiss full of need. “Come with me, beautiful.”

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