Page 85 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

“Fuck,” Logan swore, pushing a tattooed hand across his face. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”

I smiled, and he lunged forward, his mouth capturing my nipple as he sucked hard. I arched beneath him, my core tightening as his talented, perfect tongue set my body on fire.

I was faintly aware of his hands moving between us as he pushed his pants down, but then his rough fingers were trailing through my folds, pushing inside me as his mouth teased my breasts.

My head thrashed back and forth, my cries filling the room as he added another finger…and then another.

“I want you,” I breathed. His mouth worked its way up my chest, and then my neck, before he was kissing me again, his lips hard and desperate.

My hips moved against his fingers, trying to get more friction, but he was determined to be in charge. His movements were agonizingly slow, his fingers sliding out of me in a sedate pace that wouldn’t allow me to come.

“Please,” I begged in between filthy, possessive kisses. “Please. Please. Please.”

A tear slid down my face when he removed his fingers, and he briefly pulled back.

“Shhh. Baby. I’m going to give you what we both need,” he murmured.

He slid me back on the bed and crawled over me, and my eyes greedily took in his tattooed chest. He was completely covered with ink. And I couldn’t wait to discover every mark on his body.

Logan pushed my thighs apart, and a moment later his cock was sliding through my slick folds.

I glanced down and almost passed out.

Holy fuck.

His dick was a monster.

“Thank you,” he said, and I realized that I’d said that out loud.

I’d seen a lot of dicks, but nothing held a candle to what was in front of me. How did he walk around all day with that in between his legs?

“Lots of practice,” he assured me, and I slapped my hands over my mouth because I obviously couldn’t be trusted to speak right now. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” he said as he moved my hands away from my face. “Now kiss me while I make you mine.”

My lips met his, and he sucked on my tongue as he pushed in slowly…gently…like I was made of glass instead of a whore.

I gasped against him, trying to adjust to his size as he stretched me, inch by inch.

There was an awestruck look in his eyes, like we were teenagers, fumbling around in bed, and this was the first time he’d ever felt a woman’s cunt.

Or maybe it was something more.

A hiccuped sob burst from my mouth as he surged all the way in. Itwasmore. Definitely more.

“Red. You’re doing so good,” he breathed as he pressed kiss after exquisite kiss across my face.

“It’s too much,” I told him, and a tear trickled down my cheek.

“I know,” he said simply, before his hips tilted and he pulled back slowly.

Our eyes were locked as he slammed into me hard, and my cry met his deep growl.

He kissed me softly as he expertly moved, his dick hitting every perfect place inside me.

His arms caged me in, and I was consumed by him.

His scent, the sound of our bodies moving together, the way his hair fell in his eyes.

I love you, I wanted to whisper to the world.

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