Page 65 of Bloom: Part 1

Slowly I dropped my hips back to the pillow.

He circled my hole for a few seconds and then poked a finger inside my ass. It felt funny, and I made a face. How was I supposed to enjoy this?

“Trust me,” Logan said as if reading my mind.

He moved with patience, allowing me to adjust to the foreign sensation. So this was what all the boys enjoyed? But why?

More and more, I wanted to call off the whole thing until Logan pressed another finger inside me. My eyes flew open wide. The sharp sting opened up a world of sensations. It was more than discomfort. The way he stretched me with his fingers, twisting and plunging them inside me, left me gasping. The niggling pain turned into a warm pressure, and soon the rhythm of his patient fingers was all I could focus on.

“More,” I begged.

From the look in his eyes, he was getting as much pleasure from this as I was. With his other hand, he trailed a path of heat along my ribs and up my chest. My breath hitched, but I tried not to let any sound escape my lips. Logan noticed anyway.

“Are you okay?” He stopped moving his fingers.

“No, no, don’t stop.”

A smirk appeared on his lips, and he added another finger, stretching me even more. This time there was no pain but budding anticipation. With every thrust of his fingers, my body tensed and then relaxed again. He stretched me wider and wider, and with each movement, the pleasure increased. He curved his fingers, which hit a spot within me that sent off fireworks.

It was like nothing I had ever experienced—a hot rush of pleasure so intense my head spun.

“I think you’re ready now.” Logan lubed his dick, shifted between my thighs, and pushed the head of his cock against my hole. Even after having three fingers, he seemed different—huge.

“When I enter, I want you to bear down. It may feel uncomfortable at first, but I swear it’ll get better, just like my fingers. I’ll go slow, give you time to adjust.”

“I trust you.”

With a slow, deliberate movement, Logan pressed, refusing to relent when he encountered resisting muscles. The head popped in, and it slipped inside my body. Logan was really mine. He wasin me. The realization filled me with renewed courage. I inhaled deeply, bit my lower lip, and bore down as he’d instructed. Even so, only a few inches of his length found its way into my body.

I wanted him all.

Grabbing Logan’s hips, I tilted mine as I pulled him forward. He tore past my tightness, the rest of him sliding inside me, filling me to the brim. Shit, I hadn’t expected that.

“Fuck. Baby, are you okay?”

I clutched his back tightly, digging my fingers into his skin. “Yes. Fuck me.”

But he kissed me instead, letting my body adjust around him. He coiled his tongue around me and strummed my nipples with his fingers until I was gasping and moving impatiently against him. He kissed my neck, licking and sucking on the skin.

I grabbed his ass cheek. “Do it, Logan.”

He withdrew slightly and pushed back in. A gasp escaped me as shudders rippled through my body and goose bumps dotted my arms.

“Baby,” Logan groaned. He was breathing hard and had his eyes closed. “Baby, baby.”

I’d never expected or wanted to have a man call me “baby,” but coming from Logan, it made me feel seen…cherished…soft. And who knew being soft was a good thing?

Our bodies moved in sync, each thrust better than the last. He fucked me through deep kisses that soon became nothing more than our mingled breathing and cries. Seconds turned into minutes, and he quickened his pace as though testing me to see my reaction.

I raked my nails down his back. “Harder. I want more of you in me.”

His movements became more forceful, his grip on my hips tightening as he plunged deeper inside me, although I got the sense he was still holding back. Probably not a bad idea,considering how wrecked I already felt taking him to the hilt. I pulled my knees up to my chest, whimpering as sweat dripped from Logan’s forehead onto my chest.

The bed squeaked under the force of our movements. Oh fuck, it burned. How was it possible to feel sore and ecstasy in the same place? Every pained gasp was transformed into a low moan, every moment of discomfort overshadowed by immense pleasure. The room was filled with the sounds of our labored breathing, the wet slap of skin on skin, the occasional creak of the bed, and my cussing.

“Can’t last longer, Bloom.” Logan took hold of my cock and stroked me. “I need you to come before I do.”

The dual sensations of him working my dick with his hand and my hole with his cock sent waves crashing through me. As he pumped into me, I bucked my hips wildly, matching his powerful thrusts. Each stroke hit that spot, igniting my skin as if every nerve in my body had been fired up. Every muscle tensed in response to the electrifying pulses that were quickly building in intensity.

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