Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50840 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 169(@300wpm)
"I'm going…I…"
"Come," I order.
She shatters with a scream, squirting all over my face.
I snarl against her, licking up every drop as my goddamn balls throb, screaming for relief. I need to be inside her right now. Christ, I need it more than I need air.
I pull back, ripping through the button on my fly. The zipper comes down. I rip my shirt off, flinging it over my head with one hand as I pull my cock out with the other. Somehow, I manage to keep from falling on my face as I kick my shoes and jeans off.
When I step up between her legs with my cock in my hand, she's still writhing through aftershocks, whimpering.
I run my dick through her folds, groaning at how good she feels.
"Christ, I need to be in you, Peyton."
"Yes," she whimpers. "Please, Logan."
I notch myself at her entrance, pushing inside. My gaze jumps from her face to the sight of my dick disappearing inside her back to her face. She's so fucking tight…
Her brows furrow, a soft whimper escaping her lips as I push deeper.
"Fuck," I rumble, realization dawning. I immediately fall still, staring down at her in shock. "Baby, you're…" I swallow hard, my heart pounding. Why the fuck am I suddenly nervous? "Peyton, are you a virgin?"
"I…" Guilt dances across her face, confirming what I've already worked out for myself. This fiery little goddess has never been with anyone else. She bites her lip and nods. "Yes."
I lean down, brushing my lips across her forehead, eyelids, and cheeks in awe. In silent apology. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"I…I didn't want you to stop," she whispers. "I want this."
"You think I would have?" I tangle our fingers together, kissing her hard and deep. When she's writhing beneath me again, I surge forward until I'm balls deep, every inch of her wrapped around me. There's not a chance in hell I would have stopped even had I known. I'm pretty fucking certain this girl was made for me. There is no stopping this. "I wouldn't have stopped, but I would have been more careful, angel."
"You didn't hurt me. I…um…I've used toys."
My dick pulses inside her at the thought of her fucking herself with a vibrator. "Yeah, I'm going to need to see that shit," I growl, scooping her up into my arms.
She gasps, flinging her arms around me. Her legs twine around my waist. I lift her up and down my cock for a moment, unable to help myself. She feels too fucking good.
"Christ," I groan. "Behave. I'm trying to take you to bed."
"You're the one not be-behaving," she moans, her inner muscles fluttering all up and down my shaft.
"Can't behave when your pussy feels this fucking good." I lift and drop her again, taking a stumbling step toward the doorway. "Your first time should be in a bed."
"This f-feels perfect to me." She falls forward, biting my throat.
I growl, pushing her up against the wall just inside the living room. "I said behave," I growl, pumping inside her. "I need to get you to bed."
"K-keep doing that," she moans, throwing her head back against the wall. "It feels so good, Logan."
Goddammit. She doesn't play fair at all. How is a man supposed to stop when she's practically begging him for more? He can’t. I can't. Don't want to stop.
I pound into her, helpless to do anything but fuck her like a madman when she feels this good. I bottom out again and again, grunting every damn time. She shouts my name, clawing down my back. Her perfect breasts bounce in my face as she grips me like a vise, shattering apart in my arms.
I spin while she's coming all over me, peeling her away from the wall, and fall onto the sectional with her draped across my lap.
"Ride me, Peyton," I order, smacking her ass. "Bounce on my cock until you're coming for me again."
"S-show me how."
I notch my hands around her waist, helping to lift her up and down until she finds her rhythm. "Yeah, just like that," I croon, leaning forward to capture a nipple between my teeth. "Good girl."
She whimpers, planting her hands against my thighs. The position arches her back, allowing her to take me deeper. She rolls her hips as she fucks me, taking what she needs to get herself there. And goddamn, she looks like a goddess above me, so fucking beautiful.
I buck my hips every time she drops down, forcing myself deeper, extending the pleasure for as long as possible. My balls throbs, the base of my spine tingling.
"Come, angel," I growl, slipping my hand between our bodies to stroke her clit. "I want you dripping down my balls."
"Logan," she whimpers.
"Do it, Peyton." I press my thumb against her clit, grinding it over and over again as her inner muscles clench and flutter, telling me she's right fucking there. "Give me what's mine, baby."