Page 51 of Puck'N Enemy
My lips sink into my bottom lip as my anticipation heightens.
Logan rails into me, slamming his dick inside my tight channel in one powerful thrust.
I cry out as his thick girth splits me open. “Don’t stop,” I gasp even as pain burns through me.
Logan’s fingers tighten over my hips in a bruising hold as he rocks his hips against mine, plunging deep inside me.
“Harder, Logan,” I moan. “Punish me for everything.”
“Oh, I plan to,” he grates through clenched teeth and bites my earlobe.
“Ah!” It’s not long before the sharp edge of pain dulls away and pleasure takes its place. I push my hips back, making sure he drives deeper inside me.
Our hips slap madly as he plunges in from behind me, employing not a hint of gentleness.Good.Because I don’t want him to be gentle, either.
Tilting my hips, I beg him to drive into me harder and faster. My lips part while I squeeze my eyes tightly. It’s been so damn long since Logan took me like this.
With a snarl of possession, he hunches over my back, bringing his fingers to wrap over my rigid cock. He pumps me hard and raw while slamming inside me with powerful thrusts.
“You don’t let that Reece guy too close,” Logan rasps, continuing to pound inside me. “He doesn’t get to flirt with you, Dylan. He doesn’t get to make you laugh. All your smiles belong to me and no one else.”
I want to tell him there’s nothing between me and Reece but all I end up uttering is a jumble of gibberish. My pleasurerises as Logan relentlessly pumps my cock while plunging inside me.
“You want someone to flirt with?” Logan asks in a tight voice. “You get on your knees and flirt with my big dick. Are we clear on that?”
“Yes!” I scream as my body goes impossibly stiff and stars burst before my eyes. Hot pleasure cascades over me, drowning every thought from my mind.
Ropes of my cum hit the wall in front of me as Logan plunges inside me, shouting and chasing his own pleasure. If anyone’s outside in the corridor, they’ll definitely know what we’re up to inside this locked classroom.
Logan lets out a growl and thrusts in deep inside me before shattering completely. His white-hot seeds fill up my channel and drip down my butthole.
Breathing hard, he gently slips out of me and leans heavily against me.
I hold onto the wall with both my hands to support our weight. My knees tremble, threatening to give way any moment.
For a while, we stay like this until our breaths return to our lungs.
“You’re mine, Dyl,” Logan whispers, kissing my cheek. He slowly steps away and allows me to turn around to face him.
My chest heaves as I still struggle to draw in enough breath. Sweat drips from my damp, stray strands, making me smile a little.
Logan wrung me out better than the workout at the gym this morning.
I become aware of the dimly lit classroom. Silence falls over us again, punctuated by our breathing and the rustle of clothes as we quickly get dressed again.
I glance sideways at Logan and find him leaning against a desk, his arms folded, and a lazy, satisfied smile curving his lips. His dark hair is tousled, and his eyes, those burning, too-honest eyes, are still locked on me.
“You’re insane,” I mutter with an affectionate grin.
“Yeah,” Logan says, his grin widening. “I know.”
I roll my eyes and push my damp hair away from my forehead. “You need to go now.”
Logan raises an eyebrow, clearly not moving.
“No, seriously, Logan,” I say, scolding. “You have classes. Practice. Your teammates are probably wondering where their golden boy is.”
“I don’t care.”
