Page 124 of Bloom: Part 2

“I’m ready, Logan.”

“Yes, you are.” He stroked himself briefly, then positioned himself at my entrance. With one quick thrust, he was buried inside me. Ripples ran through me, my body shuddering under the impact of that first fucking slide that stretched me out.

“Devil, that feels so good.” I thrust my ass back and forth on his dick. “Logan, please.”

He gripped handfuls of my cheeks and spread them, baring my hole around his cock. “I could watch my cock sliding in and out of you all day. You have such a perfect hole, Bloom—greedy, tight, so damn tight.”

The room filled with heavy breathing and soft gasps as he moved within me with an unrelenting pace. The desk creaked beneath us, and papers fluttered to the floor. I was being too loud, but I couldn’t stop the moans. Not when Logan was fucking me with deep, hard thrusts.

“Yes, yes, yes!” My cries grew louder. “Get in there, Logan. Oh fuck, yes, just like that. Harder, harder, oh fuck, fuck!”

His pelvis slapped against my ass, the smacking vibrating through me. He bucked against me with stabbing thrusts that edged the line of pain, but I kept begging him for more.

“You’re so loud,” Logan said. “Everyone out there knows I’m fucking you, Bloom. Does that turn you on? Everyone knows this sexy little hole is all mine. No one else can have it. No one else can haveyou.”

He slid his hands down and gripped my thighs, lifting me higher for better leverage.

“Logan! Oh god!” The intensity was overwhelming, the tension winding tightly within me until I thought I’d shatter from thesheer force of it. He thrust harder, snapping his hips forward so hard it left me breathless.

“Christ!” Logan bottomed out inside me once again.

My climax ripped through me with little time to brace for it. A scream tore from me, echoing off the walls. It was as if every nerve ending in my body exploded, and he kept pounding me through it. The tips of my toes barely touched the ground, and my body writhed in blissful agony.

“Fuck.” Logan grunted, thrusting inside me, then going still with his cock buried deep inside me. His body went rigid as he spilled his seed.

Everything quietened except for our ragged breaths. Trembling from exhaustion and pure satisfaction, I collapsed onto the desk while Logan pulled out slowly.

“That was…intense.” Logan rested his forehead against my back. “I didn’t break you, did I?”

I smirked weakly over my shoulder. “Takes more than that to break me.”

He smacked my ass, and I gasped. “Tender?”

I nodded, my cheeks full of heat. With a laugh, Logan helped me up, turning me in his arms and kissing me lightly. “Only you know how to beg to be sexed up, then blush immediately after.”

“I don’t blush.” I pushed him away from me, but his laughter echoed in the room. He leaned against the desk, sliding his pants back on, his eyes on me.

“You don’t dance either, but look where that got us.”

“Well, I tried to warn you.”

I hastily buttoned up my pants and fixed my shirt. Logan brushed my hands aside and helped. With kisses. So many kisses that I had to duck my head. He wrapped his arms around my waist.

“Don’t run from my kisses.”

Laughter pealed out of me as he planted his lips everywhere he found exposed skin—my neck, my nose, my forehead. I struggled against him, still out of breath from our rough fucking.

“Logan, this is gross,” I protested, but he chuckled and pulled me tighter against his body.

“I can’t resist.” He bumped his forehead against mine. “Bloom, I’m so crazy about you.”

By the way he was looking down at me, I knew he meant every word.

My chest felt too full, like it couldn’t contain everything I was feeling. It was raw and warm and terrifying all at once, and I wanted to crawl inside it, insidehim, and never leave. I curled my fingers into his shirt and bit my lip, trying to contain the overwhelming joy buzzing through me like static electricity. But I couldn’t. A soft laugh bubbled up and broke free before I could stop it, and I buried my face against his neck to hide how giddy I must’ve looked. My cheeks ached from smiling so hard, and my heart felt like it might burst.

It’s going to be okay. We’re going to be okay.

When we returned to the party, the ribbing I’d anticipated came, but I didn’t mind. We had to sit through some corny toasts from our friends, toasts I would have dismissed before, but knowing we wouldn’t have many more days together, I soaked up every moment.

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