Page 45 of Bloom: Part 2

He was beautiful, with the candlelight flickering off his face and his tousled hair. With one hand, he pulled on one side of his ass, spreading his ass cheeks apart, baring his hole to me. Hehad whisker burns between his bum from where I’d had my face buried last night.

My breathing came out labored. The bandage on his chest reminded me of how he had nearly died.

I can’t lose him.

Placing my hands on his hips, I lined up against him, teasing his entrance with the tip of my cock. I needed to be inside him, to feel myself in him, to be one with him. As I slowly pressed into him, a whimper left his throat.

“Bloom…” His name seeped not only from my lips but from my pores. My whole world had become Bloom.

I wrapped an arm around his waist and ground against his ass with deep thrusts. His moans were like music to my ears, each one louder than the last. Was it possible to stay inside him like this all the time? I preferred having him in my bed than fighting my battles for me. I preferred having him safe and sound. He was so small, so precious. His bones mere twigs beneath my palms. Didn’t he get how fragile he was?

“Oh, Logan. Ah!” He clutched the edge of the altar to balance himself.

“Don’t move. Don’t want to hurt you.”

I kissed his head, the back of his neck, his shoulders while I worked my cock deeper and deeper inside him. I barely pulled out at all but kept grinding my cock against that spot that drove him wild.

“Sweet Satan…” He groaned, his voice pitched high. “That’s the spot right there, Logan. Oh, fucking hell!”

Bloom dug his fingers into the wood of the altar, his back spasming as he came with a loud cry. His body trembled, tightening around my cock with each convulsion, sending shivers up my spine.

I pulled out and stroked my cock hard, hissing as sensations ripped through me.

“Spread for me, baby.”

He grabbed his cheeks and spread them. His hole tightened, then relaxed into a small gape. I aimed, shooting my load over his hole in a mess that dripped to the floor. With a grunt, I smeared my cock through my cum and thrust it into him. Sighing, I stared down at our joined bodies.

Look how perfectly he stretches around me.

“I won’t do anything rash,” Bloom said quietly.

I eased out of him and turned him around. Framing his face, I touched my forehead to his. I looked into the depths of his doe eyes. “Do you hate me for making you listen to me?”

“I can never hate you.”

“You promise?”

“I promise.”

I gathered him gently against me in a hug and closed my eyes. When the day came to put that to the test, would he fail it?

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BLOOM

Ihad a thing for Logan playing with my ass. He knew it and used it to his advantage whenever he wanted me to turn into a puddle. It worked every single time. Winding down from my climax, I lay sprawled on my stomach, face pressed to the pillow. Logan had already come inside me, but that didn’t stop him from sticking two fingers up my butt, stroking in and out of me.

“How do you feel?” He kissed my shoulders.

I couldn’t muster words, but I managed a grunt. We’d been all loved up since our fight two days ago. Logan insisted I needed to rest more, and he did everything possible to keep me in bed. Including bringing me food in bed. Not that I minded. Although I would never openly agree with him in case he got too protective again, he was right. I’d been doing too much in the short time I’d left the hospital.

Logan chuckled, planting kisses down my spine. Sweet Satan, what he was doing with his fingers was so relaxing. I drifted in and out of consciousness. His fingers danced a slow rhythm inside me, and when he finally removed them, he slapped my hole gently.

“All right, enough of that.” But even as he said it, he was still rubbing the flat of his fingers around me. I should be closing my legs, not widening my thighs and tilting my ass.

If the other bikers knew how much of a slut I’d become for Logan, they would never let me live it down.

“Sweetheart, I have to get into the shower.” He kissed my shoulder. “You look tired. Get some more rest so you’ll have enough energy for dinner tonight. I’m gonna take you somewhere fancy.” Somewhere security was tight and we could eat in private.

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