Page 57 of Puck'N Enemy
And then he kisses me.
I melt into it before my mind can catch up. Logan’s hands cup my face, tilting it just right, his body pressing gently but firmly against mine.
His familiar taste deepens the hunger I feel deep within. Opening my lips to him, I invite him in, letting his tongue tangle with mine.
Logan’s hand slips into my hair. He grips the strands, adding a touch of pain to his kiss.
My fingers tangle into his shirt, pulling him closer, answering him with my own quiet desperation. No matter how much I kiss him, it’ll never make up for the time we both lost.
Logan’s mouth trails slow, reverent kisses along my jaw before sliding down to the hollow of my throat.
A gasp escapes me, feeling his warm, velvety lips on my sensitive skin.
“You’ll always be mine,” Logan whispers against my skin, his voice a promise.
I don’t argue. Instead, I wrestle with his clothes, struggling to reach his naked skin.
Logan is quicker and more efficient than me. Before I know it, my trousers slip down my thighs and pool at my feet.
“Get in my bed already,” he growls, lightly shoving me.
I stumble backward and end up falling on his bed. Before I can get up, he’s on me, kissing me fervently. His hands ghost up my side, pulling my T-shirt up.
Within minutes, I’m fully naked underneath him.
“No, not the Vaseline,” I groan, watching him grab the tub from his bedside table.
“I’ll buy some lube tomorrow,” he says in a ragged voice. “For tonight, this will have to do.”
His cock is fully erect and pointing toward me. Logan’s eyes close as he lathers his length with a thick coat of Vaseline.
“Stop making that face, cutie,” he says, pumping his cock.
“Stop calling me that,” I mutter, feeling a rush of heat go down to my balls. Watching Logan is making me hot and hungry and I can’t wait for him to take me again.
Logan smirks, lifting my hips slightly.
My heart pounds in my chest as he parts my legs and then enters me with one rough thrust.
I cry out, my body not quite expecting his large girth, but enjoying the sensation at the same time. No matter how many times he fucks me, I still have trouble getting used to his mammoth size as he splits me with his cock.
My hands claw at his back while his tongue fights with mine for dominance. Then he pulls out, almost all the way, before he thrusts in roughly again.
“Logan!” I cry out, feeling a rush of pleasure wrapped up in pain.
His mouth moves to my neck and shoulders, alternating between bites and kisses. He thrusts in once again, harder. Then again. And again. Each time, rough and hard, filling every available inch of me.
Fire flows through my veins, heating every inch of me. My balls harden, igniting my need to release while he keeps plunging inside my tight channel.
Logan’s movements grow faster and more desperate.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pull him closer. Gasps and moans escape me as I struggle to hold on as long as I can.
But suddenly, he thrusts in hard and deep, shattering me. “Logan, fuck! I’m coming!” I shriek as streams of my hot cum spurts out, spraying his chest with my essence.
Logan holds me down as he pounds into me, chasing his own pleasure.
A few thrusts later, he’s biting down on my shoulder in his own orgasm. My hands pull him closer as he collapses on top of me.
