Page 22 of Rediscovering Rubi

“Good. Get ready to get railed, babygirl.”

He forced her thighs apart with his and lowered his body between them, kissing her neck before he slid his already-hard cock into her already-wet hole.

“Ohhh.”

She wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him closer as he began to pump into her. He slid his hard length into her pussy, slipped out almost to the tip, and paused before thrusting into her again, driving sensation deep. Sensation turned into some sort of shimmering electric shock, stabbing into her over and over. Pressure built inside her, higher, tighter.

When he pulled back and paused again, she whimpered, “Don’t do that to me, babe. Don’t make me wait when I need you so much.”

“You asked for it, my girl. I’m gonna fuck you so hard.”

He began a rough thrusting, slamming his cock into her hard enough to hurt. But she relished the pain, wanted it. Needed it. It made her feel possessed by him.

Owned.

Yes.

Her hips rose to meet his every thrust, and she buried her face in his neck, crying out when his teeth sank into her shoulder. But just like the hard, relentless fucking, it only made pleasure spiral higher, faster, until her body was one single sensation. It was a need so keen, so exquisite, she couldn’t separate the physical sensations from emotion.

As desire shivered through her, her clit, her insides, were one hot, pulsing organ, waiting to explode.

He whispered against her skin, “I love you, Rubi.”

His words sent her over the edge, and her climax crashed down on her, sensations so fierce her vision went black. She came so hard she was shaking with it, her pussy clamping down on his dick, and that lovely pressure sent even more pleasure through her, so that she couldn’t stop coming.

“Ahhh, Logan! God!”

He kept fucking her, his big body burning hot against hers. Then she felt his cock pulsing, and his hot cum spurting into her as he called out.

“Ah! Yeah, my baby!”

Even as he came, he kept fucking her, fucking her, and somehow she exploded again, pleasure a shattering force, fireworks going off behind her closed eyelids. He held her as she came, and they clung onto each other for a long time before Logan finally raised his head.

“Good lord, baby. You are fucking amazing.”

“Mmm, you are,” she insisted, not really having any desire to win this fight. She was learning to give herself over to him again, and this was all a part of it.

He rolled off her and pulled her in close so that her head rested on his chest. His heart was beating hard and fast beneath her cheek. She felt happier than she had in a long time.

After a while his stomach growled, and she laughed.

“Hungry, babe?”

“Starving. I woke up hungry, but then there you were, naked next to me and, well, I got distracted. Why don’t you shower while I order breakfast?”

“Okay.”

He kissed her, then pulled back the covers, and as she sat up, she suddenly had an overwhelming rush of self-consciousness. She got up as quickly as possible, glad the winter morning sun was pale, barely illuminating the room through the closed drapes, and made her way to the bathroom.

Once in the shower, she tried to figure out why that had happened, especially after their incredible night, and the amazing morning they’d just had,

“I guess old habits die hard,” she muttered to herself under the warm spray of the shower.

By the time she got out and wrapped herself in a robe, she was feeling off again. She came out to the living area of their suite, and Logan was in his pajama bottoms, looking like his sexy, fit self, and it made her feel even worse, somehow.

How would she ever be enough for this man?

He pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down.

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