Page 50 of The Alpha's Sin
His chest rises and falls, his gaze burning me with its intensity. But all he says is,
“Of course, baby—if you’re ready.”
“I’m more than ready,” I beg, rocking on him. “Please!”
His grip on my hips tightens.
“Whatever you want, kitten. Whatever you need.”
And then he pulls halfway out of me and thrusts back in, long, slow and God, so deep.
The first stroke nearly knocks the breath out of me and then he does it again. His cock glides halfway out of me before slamming back in— filling me to the limit and beyond. My head falls back on a broken moan.
“Yes! Oh God, yes!”
“That’s right, baby,” Logan growls. “Take it deep.”
He fucks up into me, hard, and I meet him with greedy little bounces, taking him deeper, squeezing him tight with my inner walls. The sound of our bodies slapping together fills the room, mingling with the crackle of the fire and my breathless cries of pleasure.
“God, baby,” Logan growls, staring up at me like I’m his whole world. “Look at you take it all. You’re such a good girl, riding my cock, taking it so deep in your tight little pussy.”
His praise makes me burn—it makes me wild. I ride him faster, moaning, but the motion sends a sharp ache through my breasts. They’re too full. Too heavy.
“Logan…” I pant, pressing one swollen nipple against his lips. “Logan, please—could you…would you…”
He doesn’t even let me finish. His hot mouth closes over me, sucking deep, taking as much of my breast as he can into his mouth. I cry out as the aching fullness drains, replaced by delicious relief. He sucks greedily, swallowing rapidly as he fucks up into me, as if he can give me everything I need at once.
“Oh God!” I gasp. “Oh God, Logan, yes—yes!”
He empties one breast, then the other, each pull of his mouth making my pussy clench tighter around his cock. I’m writhing, delirious, every nerve ending on fire as the double pleasure sends sparks through my whole body.
“I’m close,” I moan desperately. “Logan…I think…think I’m going to come!”
He lets my nipple slip from his lips, his eyes blazing.
“I’m going to come too, kitten,” he growls. “Are you sure you want me to fill your tight little pussy with my seed?”
“Yes! God, yes!” I grind down on him, taking him as deep as I can without the knot. “Fill me up, Logan—come inside me! I need it, need your cum deep in my pussy!”
His growl vibrates through me as his hands clamp down on my hips, pulling me deeper—so deep half of his knot forces its way inside. The sudden stretch makes me cry out, and then?—
He explodes.
I feel his cock get even thicker and then hot spurts flood me, pulsing into my womb as I shatter around him. My pussy clenches, milking his cock almost desperately, my orgasm ripping through me in wave after wave. I claw at his broad shoulders, my cries mixing with his hoarse growls as he fills me with everything he has.
It’s too much. It’s perfect. It’s everything I needed and more.
I never want this to end.
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LOGAN
Guilt gnaws at me, but when I look down at Poppy, I can’t feel too bad.
She’s curled against me, her bare body pressed to mine, her head resting on my shoulder. There’s a soft, dreamy little smile on her lips—the kind of smile you only see when a woman feels completely satisfied, completely safe. She looks like she doesn’t have a care in the world, and I know I put that look on her face.
How the hell can I regret that?
