Page 79 of Best Kept Secret
When he reaches over to his nightstand, I watch on as he rifles inside, pulling out a strip of condoms, but I stop him, touching his arm. He looks at me, his brows knitting together with obvious confusion.
“I’m on birth control,” I tell him. “Have been since I was fourteen. And… I’ve never—” I feel kind of stupid saying what he already knows.
“I was tested a few months ago,” he says, his voice thick and gruff. “And I’ve never been with a woman without protection. Plus… I haven’t been with anyone since I met you.”
My heart swells at that. I assumed as much, but hearing him say it is something else.
“I trust you.” I smile, rubbing his arm. “I just… I want to feel you.”
Another shuddered breath escapes him and, closing his eyes, he ducks his head. “You sure know what to say to bring a guy to the edge, huh, Red?”
When he peers up at me with a cocky grin, I can’t help but flash him a smug smile that he meets with a low chuckle, moving in and pressing a whisper kiss to my lips, so soft ittotally contradicts the raging erection currently pressing impatiently into my pelvis.
“Are you sure?” Logan asks against my mouth.
“Yes,” I pant, feeling his hand glide down my side, cupping my breast and teasing my nipple, following the curve of my waist, down my thigh before linking behind my knee and opening me wider to him.
“Please, Logan.” I whimper, feeling his cock rub up against me in the most delicious way, the flared head purposefully grazing my clit, sending a shockwave through me.
Logan’s eyes blaze as they stare into mine, a smirk toying on his lips as he grits, “Told you I’d make you beg for my cock.”
Logan’s filthy mouth is contradicted by the look of adoration in his gaze, the way he’s so gentle with his touch; it feels like I’m about to combust. Death by swoon.
He continues rubbing the long length of his dick against my pussy, and it feels so damn good. Every shudder that rips through me when he glides over my clit causes my eyes to roll back, and this is almost enough.Almost. I’m already right there on the edge of losing it. But I need more. I need him inside me. I’ve never felt this ache before, this desperate need to be filled, but I feel it now. Like I’ll die if he doesn’t get inside of me. Who am I?
“Fuck you’re wet, baby,” Logan utters, reaching between us and dragging his cock up and down my slit with purpose. When he slaps the head against my clit, I cry out and he chuckles, smiling at me like a beautiful, cocky bastard. “Sensitive.”
I clamp down on my bottom lip to stifle my sounds, nodding frantically. When he notches himself at my entrance, I hold my breath.
“Tell me to stop at any point and I will, okay?” Logan says, suddenly serious when his eyes meet mine.
I nod again, unable to trust my words, and when I feel him push inside me, my head sinks back into the soft duvet, eyesfluttering closed. He’s big. So big. And thick. It’s barely an inch in and I already feel full. So deliciously full.
“Eyes on me, Red,” Logan husks.
I open my eyes, meeting his intense gaze.
“So… fucking… tight.” His forehead creases as if it’s almost painful. And the last thing I want is for him to be in pain.
“Are you okay?” I pant out. “Does it… hurt?”
His jaw clenches, and he huffs an exasperated sound. “You feel like fucking heaven on earth, baby, but I’ll be goddamned if it’s not taking everything I have not to sink balls deep inside you right now.”
“Shit,” I hiss, his words affecting me in a way I was not prepared for.
“You okay?” He stills.
“Yes!” I moan, doing all I can to keep my eyes open and focused on him, but I’m not going to lie; it’s nearly impossible. “Keep going. It feels… so good.”
With a gentle smile, Logan leans in, pressing a soft kiss to my parted lips as he eases inside of me inch by glorious inch, only to pull out a little before going even deeper. I thought it would hurt, but it doesn’t. It’s a foreign feeling. Almost torture, but the good kind; I can’t imagine what it’s doing to him.
“Harder,” I mewl, bucking my hips, wanting more. “Deeper.”
“Fuck,” he utters on a rough growl, eyes hazy as he pulls out almost all the way.
I whimper in protest at the loss of him, but then, with a low, animalistic groan, he stares deep into my soul as he surges forward, burying himself inside of me.
“Oh!” I cry out at the intrusion, feeling him everywhere, every single part of him filling me. And it takes a moment to adjust to the stretch, my breaths shallow, fast, heart pounding against my ribs.
