Page 52 of Whiskey and Wildfire

Logan moved up my body, capturing my lips in a deep, passionate kiss. I could taste myself on his tongue, and it only fueled my desire further. He reached for the lube again, slicking his cock up generously.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured, positioning himself between my legs. “I’m not a monster, but it’s definitely not beginner sized.”

I nodded, my heart racing with anticipation. “It’ll be fine,” I begged. “Please… I just need you inside me.”

Logan nodded, positioning himself carefully. I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance, and I took a deep breath, willing myself to relax. Slowly, ever so slowly, he began to push inside.

The stretch was intense, more than I had anticipated. I gasped, my fingers digging into Logan’s shoulders. He paused immediately, concern etched on his face.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice strained with the effort of holding still.

I nodded, taking a few deep breaths. “Yeah, just... give me a second.”

Logan peppered my face with gentle kisses, murmuring words of encouragement. After a moment, the initial discomfort began to fade, replaced by a feeling of fullness that wasn’t entirely unpleasant.

“Okay,” I whispered. “You can move.”

Logan began to push forward again, inch by blissful inch. He moved with exquisite care, easing himself deeper inside me. The initial discomfort gave way to a pleasurable fullness as my body adjusted to his size. The thick head of his cock found several pleasurable spots on its way through, parts of me lighting up that I didn’t know I had. Through it all, his eyes never left mine, watching intently for any sign of pain or hesitation.

“You feel amazing,” he breathed, finally bottoming out. “So tight and hot.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him even closer. “You too,” I gasped. “God, you’re so big.”

We stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined intimately, savoring the connection. Then Logan began to move, pulling out slowly before pushing back in. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure through me, igniting nerves I didn’t even know I had. I wanted more and harder, the lust slowly taking over me.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, arching my back. “That feels so fucking good.”

Encouraged by my response, Logan picked up the pace slightly, giving me exactly what I wanted. His hips snapped forward with more force, driving deeper into me with each thrust. The cabin filled with the sound of our moans and the rhythmic creaking of the bed.

“Dakota,” Logan groaned, his voice turning into a growl. “You feel incredible. So tight... so perfect.”

I could only respond with incoherent noises of pleasure, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. Every thrust sent waves of ecstasy through me, building towards something I could feel was going to be earth-shattering.

Logan shifted slightly, changing the angle of his thrusts. Suddenly, he hit a spot inside me that made me see stars. I cried out, my back arching off the bed.

“There!” I gasped. “Oh god, right there!”

He grinned, focusing his efforts on that spot. His hips pistoned relentlessly, driving into me with precision. Logan’s relentless assault on that sweet spot inside me had me writhing in ecstasy. My fingers clawed at his back, desperate for something to anchor me as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Each thrust sent sparks shooting through my body, building an intense pressure low in my abdomen.

“Logan,” I gasped, barely able to form words. “I’m close... I’m so close...”

He growled in response, his hips snapping forward with even more force. “Cum for me, Dakota,” he panted, his voice rough with exertion. “I want to feel you cum around me.”

His words pushed me over the edge. With a hoarse cry, I came untouched, my release painting our stomachs in hot spurts. My body clenched around Logan’s cock, drawing a deep groan from him.

“Fuck, Dakota,” he moaned, his rhythm faltering as my body clenched around him. “I’m gonna?—”

Logan’s hips stuttered, and he buried himself deep inside me with a guttural groan. I felt the hot pulse of his release, filling me in a way I’d never experienced before, making me feel almost drunk with lust. We clung to each other, bodies trembling with the aftershocks of our shared climax.

For a long moment, we lay there, panting and intertwined. Logan’s weight on top of me was comforting, grounding me as I slowly came back to myself. He peppered my face with soft kisses, murmuring words of affection against my skin.

“That was...” I trailed off, unable to find the right words.

“Yeah,” Logan agreed, a lazy smile spreading across his face. “It was.”

Carefully, he eased out of me, both of us groaning slightly at the loss of contact. Logan rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms. I nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat slowly return to normal.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back.

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