Page 86 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

But I think he already knew.

“You’re perfect, Sloane Calloway,” he breathed as his huge cock fucked in and out of me, his muscles flexing under my fingers as I held on and enjoyed the ride with every fiber of my being.

He was transforming me.

“I didn’t know it could be like this,” I sobbed as an orgasm ripped through my veins, the pleasure almost agonizing in its intensity.

He buried his face in my neck, groaning as we moved together.

“You’re so fucking tight,” he growled. “Fuck.”

My nails bit into his skin as his hips moved faster. He was too big for me, and every push of his hips carried a bite of pain with it.

But I loved it.

My insides clenched as his finger found my clit between us. “Come with me, Red. Squeeze my dick and give me what I want.”

A few thrusts later, and his movements became erratic.

My cry was almost a scream as I came again, emotion and euphoria surging through me as he groaned, and I felt his hot seed deep inside.

“My perfect, magical girl,” he whispered as he pressed kisses against my skin. I sobbed again, my emotions too much to be kept inside.

Magical.

I’d never been called that before.

Amazing. Good. Incredible. Sexy.

I’d gotten all of those.

But I hadn’t gotten that.

I let the word spread across my skin, sinking into my veins until there was a warm feeling everywhere.

Until a thought hit me.

“I’m on birth control,” I said hurriedly, as I’d grasped that I’d just let him come inside me. Birth control was unnecessary since I couldn’t have children, but going bare was still something Ineverdid given my occupation…and my history.

Surprisingly, though, I wasn’t panicking like I normally would have. And not just because it was impossible for me to have kids. But because it was him, and I…loved having a part of him inside me like that.

Logan lifted up, a strange look in his eyes as he stared…almost like he was disappointed. “Okay,” he finally murmured before breathing a kiss onto my lips and rolling so his full weight wasn’t on top of me.

“What happens now?” I asked as we lay on our sides, staring at each other only inches apart. His breath was my breath as we breathed in, like we were in our ownmagical world that only included us.

“Now you let yourself love me and trust me to catch you,” he responded, reaching up to smooth a piece of hair from my face.

“Okay, Logan.”

The words slipped from my lips, and I didn’t hate it when they did.

He smiled, and it might have been the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.

“Good girl.”

I tried to stay in that moment; a part of me worried it was another perfect piece of time that would slip away…but my eyes still closed.

And I was so exhausted that I forgot to ask before I fell into a deep, dreamless sleep…how had he known where I was tonight?

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