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“What are you waiting for?” she gasps. It’s the hottest sentence ever uttered, I swear to God. I smile at her.

“You. I’ve been waiting my whole life for you.”

CHAPTER 18

Isabella

I can’t believe what’s about to happen. He’s going to take my virginity. I feel like I’ve never wanted something so much in my life. A week ago, I didn’t expect that this would ever happen. Now, I’m watching him hover over me on a bed in an expensive hotel room, my legs spread wide waiting for him to enter me. His massive cock so close to my pussy, teasing my clit.

“Are you sure you’re ready?” he asks. I smile. It’s nice knowing he’s got a softer side, but I’ve wanted this for longer than I can even express. I don’t want him to get cold feet now. I shuffle a little closer to him to encourage him.

“Please,” I moan. I can’t wait much longer. My pussy is throbbing and wet. I need to know what it feels like to have him inside me. A few weeks ago, I might have been scared of this moment, but I’ve changed. He’s changed me into this brave woman, the version of me I’ve always wanted to be. And this version of me wants him to fuck me.

“Okay,” he says, kissing my shins with my legs still on his broad shoulders. He bites his lip as he looks at my sopping entrance and then he pushes his cock inside me.

The shock of it mingles with how good it feels to have him inside me. It hurts a little as he pushes in further, but the pain is overridden by the pleasure. I gasp loudly, not caring if anyone on the floors below can hear my cries. This is my night…my first time. I want it to be special. With the champagne running through my veins and Logan’s cock gently pushing inside me, I’ve never been happier.

“You’re so big,” I gasp as he pumps in and out of me. He stops for a moment, glancing at me with concern.

“Is it okay? Am I hurting you?”

I shake my head hard, my eyes wide. “No…it’s okay. It feels good. God, it feels good. I need you inside me. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

It’s the only encouragement he needs. He pushes against me so that my legs are forced even higher, giving him even better access to my pussy. He begins to work up a rhythm, slamming into me hard and sending me into ecstasy. I lie back and close my eyes for a moment, just enjoying it with my mouth open in a silent cry of sensual euphoria.

Logan leans in, thrusting deeper and fondling my breasts. His fingers tighten around my nipples, sending another ripple of pleasure through me.

“Logan!” I cry out, panting as he thrusts into me. “Give it to me, Logan…”

“You little minx,” he laughs, his eyes meeting mine as he continues to fuck me. “God, babe, I swear, you look so fucking hot right now.”

I look up and see his eyes are full of lust. I’ve never seen someone look at me that way before, at least not so intently. It makes me feel wanted. It makes me feel like I’ve finally done something right. He bites his lip, grunting as he thrusts even deeper.

“Fuck,” he growls. “You drive me wild, Isabella.”

I blush, but in the best possible way. It feels like the highest of compliments. I can feel myself reaching yet another orgasm. This man has made me come so many times in one day and it’s exhilarating. I cry out and as I reach the highest point I explode, my pussy clenching around Logan’s dick. He gasps in pleasure, but he doesn’t stop. In fact, if anything, he fucks me harder. I’m still riding my high, with one orgasm melting straight into another. I yell so loudly that I’m sure half of the city must hear me. I’m dizzy with excitement, but he still doesn’t stop.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, his face serious and brooding for the first time. “I won’t stop until I’ve made you come over and over and over.”

“Logan,” I breathe helplessly, but do nothing to stop him from continuing. It feels almost as though I can’t take any more, but I still want it.

Suddenly, he pulls out of me and I gasp, feeling somewhat empty without him inside me. I look up to see why he’s stopped, but he simply scoops me up and turns me over, encouraging me on to my hands and knees.

“I want to see you from this angle and appreciate each and every inch of you,” he says in a tone so gentle that it’s hard to believe he was slamming into me only moments ago. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel his tongue burrow between my legs after a few moments, sending shockwaves through my system. I gasp, bucking back against his face to encourage him closer to me. I’m a trembling mess, but I don’t want to stop for even a moment.

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