by Flint, Ember
I gulp down air as I stare at her perfect pink heaven, my mouth watering for a taste and my rock-hard cock jerking so painfully, I have to reach down and give it a firm squeeze to get myself under control again.
My hands go under her rounded ass and I lift her up so I can finally have my taste, dropping my head to her center.
I kiss her sugary lips and she tenses all over, trying to close herself off from me; my babygirl is shy, but I know what I’m doing. We both need this.
“Trust me, Millie, just relax… I’ll take care of you.”
“Logan…”
I breathe her in, filling my lungs with her intoxicating sweet, tangy scent. I want it all over me for the rest of my life.
I give her a long slow lick and I grunt at her delicious flavor.
She’s got to have the sweetest, most syrupy pussy in creation between these supple thighs of hers.
I can’t fucking get enough.
“Fuck, you taste so good, babygirl… so fucking amazing.”
She gasps, pushing her needy cunt into my mouth and I lick her faster.
She’s dripping wet right now, but it’s not enough yet. I want her sopping and desperate to fuck so that I can slide my big cock all the way into her tightness without having her experience too much pain.
I’m not gonna stop until her pleasure runs down my chin and soaks my beard and her screams bounce off the walls.
I skim my lips and nose up and down her drenched pussy and then I start to slide my tongue around her clit and down to her little slit, back and forth and then up and down and she starts to moan my name over and over, her curvy little body melting under my kisses as she begins to move with me, her fingers reaching down to hold my head in place and then gripping the beard on the sides of my face as I eat her out.
“Oh m-my… Logan… Logan… yes!”
I give her a few more firm licks and feel her hot cunt contract under my lips as she starts to peak, mewling and gasping my name, her fingers roaming in my hair and then pulling on them almost like she doesn’t know if she wants to keep me close or push me off of her as she shatters for me.
She’s so fucking beautiful when she cums, I can’t wait anymore.
“I need to get inside you, Millie,” I tell her, my voice nothing but a gravelly rumble from deep in my chest.
I climb up her body, hitching her spread thighs around my hips and I grip my stiff dick at its base, I’m so slipper with pre-cum I can barely hold onto my angry-looking length and my crown is so damn swollen even the air is painful against my sensitive skin.
Millie Kay’s blue eyes are darker now as she stares up into my own, her breath still ragged from her climax.
I press my cock to her small opening and once more I lower my body onto hers.
“Look at me,” I order, needing another means to connect to her as I slide my tip into her sweet virgin channel.
Millie Kay does as I say, and holding her eyes with mine, I thrust all the way into her warm velvety wetness, tearing through her barrier in one go and not stopping until I feel my balls slap against her soft ass.
She cries out once from the pain of my penetration and then hisses, her eyes scrunching close, her body trembling all over and my heart breaks for her as I vow to never hurt her again for anything in the world.
“I’m sorry, babygirl, there was no other way,” I whisper onto her lips and she nods, clutching me to her and holding on for dear life.
She looks up at me bravely. “It’s… it’s okay…”
I trail kisses from her mouth, down to her shoulder and then lower, until I reach her breasts, trying to make it better for her and to distract her from my cock stretching her open as I force myself to hold still inside of her.
Dammit, I need to fuck her so badly.
The tight clasp of her soaking pussy around my girth is like nothing I could have ever pictured in my wildest fantasies and doesn’t compare with anything I’ve ever known. I growl at the feeling of being buried into her to the hilt.
“Fuck, babygirl, this sweet cunt of yours is so damn snug, you’re gonna pull all my cum out of me before I even get to stroke inside you…”
“Logan…”
When I finally feel her body become lax again and her pussy stops clamping so hard around me, I finally manage to take a full breath.
I withdraw a little and then slowly push back inside of her, my body shaking with my need to just let go and pound her into the bed.
She whimpers, her body arching up into my thrust.
I begin a short shallow glissade inside of her, until I’m finally fully moving in and then pulling out all the way, fucking her slowly but with a steady tempo.
I look between us and the view of my large cock tinged with the pink trace of her virginity disappearing past her puffy reddened lips nearly makes me cum.
I close my eyes, but it’s no better, the feel of her is still too intense and her breathy moans and gasps are driving me insane with my need to meld us together.
I feel some of my cum shoot against her hot walls and I grunt, biting my lower lip.
Shit, I can’t let go yet, not now, I want her to cum first.
I trail one hand over her soft little belly, then sift my fingers through the drenched baby hair on her plump mound and finally reach her clit. I keep my cock deep in her and start to draw small fast circles on her little button until I feel her start to clench and release.
“Logan,” she moans.
“You feel good, baby?” I ask and she nods, gasping my name again.
After a few more pushes, my babygirl starts to move with me, her hips gyrating while mine thrust forward, her nails digging into my back as she moans wildly, begging me to give her more.
I give her more of my weight and bury my face into the sweet slope of her shoulder, trying not to go off too soon while I start to fuck into her harder, her pussy is like a tight vise around my cock and I have to fight for every thrust I take into her, but it feels amazing.
She is practically keening now as I rut determinedly into her.
“Logan… Logan, don’t stop, please! Don’t stop,” she mumbles, fastening her legs even tighter around my waist.
“Never, babygirl, I’ll never stop… never leave you,” I snarl and then as she lightens up in orgasm again, her body shaking all over under mine, I thrust deep inside her one last time, my hips stuttering to a stop as I cum with her, painting the walls of her ripe milking cunt with my heavy load as I finally give her all my bulk.
We stay just like that for a little bit, but then I roll us to our sides, so I don’t crash her delicate frame, keeping my cock buried down to my balls in her sweet pussy, not ready to leave her yet.
We hold onto each other, breathing hard and kissing harder and I know my world is never going to be the same again after today.
As she snuggles closer, I can feel her breathing change and I know the exact moment when she falls asleep.
I’m tired too, but I don’t want to drop off.
I never knew I had such a hole in my heart until I spotted her yesterday standing in that kitchen door and she filled it.
Now I finally know what it feels like to belong. To have something that’s so utterly mine, it’s imprinted into my soul.
As I drift off, there’s a smile on my lips.
I know for a fact I’m already falling deep for her and I’m going to be thankful every step of the way until we’re so in love with each other there will be no prying us apart for the rest of our lives.
Epilogue
MILLIE KAY
New Year’s Eve…
I hold onto Logan’s arm as we stumble in the fresh layer of snow blanketing the road leading from my parents’ lodge to my little cabin.
I sink deeper with every step, dragging him down with me and we can’t stop laughing.
Walking in this much snow would be troublesome for anyone and even my giant of a boyfriend is struggling in th
e near darkness of the night, but for me it’s worse since I’m this flipping short: the snow is almost at my knee.
I try to pull my foot out of the snow and crash into his back, making him chuckle.
“Come on, babygirl, don’t be such a proud little thing, let me carry you,” he says, his deep gravelly voice rolling over me and making me blush harder and not just from the cold now.
I smile up at him. “You’re always looking for excuses to haul me around…”
Logan shrugs. “Guilty.”
He grins a little and touches one of my cheeks, pulling me into the muscular wall of his chest. “You’re so damn cute when you blush like this, Millie.”
My skin heats up even more and I feel his chuckle in my clit.
I bite my lower lip and his gentle brown eyes turn almost black narrowing down on me as he easily catches my train of thought.
“Damn, don’t look at me like that, babygirl… at least wait for us to get someplace we can fuck first.”
I giggle when I feel his steely erection push against my belly through his jeans.
We are so totally over-sexed and hot for each other. I hope it never changes.
Logan fixes the blue beanie onto my head more securely and turns around, giving me his back.
I frown, until I realize he is bending a little and I laugh.
“A piggy-back ride?”
“Yes, climb on up, babygirl.”
I grin, hopping onto his back with all the grace of a drunken penguin, he is so tall I keep sliding off and only finally manage to latch onto his back baby-monkey-style with his help.
“All set, babe?” he asks.
I nod against his neck and give him a little kiss there.
“You comfy?”
“Perfect.”
I inhale the manly scent of his cologne, tickling the cold strip of skin peeking from his scarf with my nose, smiling against it, and he chuckles.
“Fuck, you’re an icicle, babe. Let’s get going,” he says and starts to trudge again through the snow just as more white flakes begin to drift around us.
“I’ll make you hot cocoa as soon as we get there,” I promise, and I feel the caress of one of his big cold hands over one of my own now resting on his chest.
“No need for that, you’ve got something hot and sweet to keep me warm already and I can’t wait to have my daily taste and wrap myself in it ASAP.”
I feel my cheeks go up in flames at his words and for a second I actually no longer feel the sting of the cold on my skin.
I burrow closer into his back.
I can’t wait to get there.
And not just for sexy naked fun.
I really need to talk to him. Can’t wait anymore.
I’m too excited.
Maybe I should have listened to my parents and spend the night at their place so we could have avoided being outside this late and in such weather, but there was just so many of us there now, between us Jones and my sisters’ boyfriends, that I couldn’t find a moment to be alone with my man no matter how hard I tried, besides it’s a short distance to my cabin anyway.
I mean, I literally only needed two minutes of privacy to tell him I have a very special surprise for him, but there was nothing for it: every single possible hiding place was taken by a kissing couple and in the open my parents, particularly my dad wouldn’t leave us alone. And then, of course there was my brother always onto us, annoying the heck out of me.
My mom is happy to finally see me ‘loved as I deserve’, in her words, and she was eager to play twenty questions with Logan and feed him and his best friends a fifty-course meal.
My dad simply couldn’t wait to catch Logan alone to grill him to make sure of his intentions and Ford, well, he was just plain harassing us for the fun of it. He has already had a month to vet and torture my boyfriend and has deemed him safe from any possible murderous scheme of his at least for now.
They have become more friendly lately, especially since my brother has realized how obsessively protective Logan is of me and feels like he can ‘finally take a step back now that I’m safe’, though he told my boyfriend he is only ‘on probation’ until he says so, which drives me up the wall, but Logan says it’s fine, that he’s actually relieved that I have always had such a fierce protector in my brother and that he is more than happy to prove to Ford how much he loves me every day for the rest of our lives if needed.
I’ve been used to Ford playing bodyguard with me and my sisters all my life, but dang he has nothing on my caveman boyfriend.
He and I have been together practically every hour of every day — thank God, he is from Denver and can easily drive back and forth, or he would have had me move there, possessive as he is— and I have never been this happy in my life before, I’ve never felt so cherished and special either.
My family is the best that a woman could wish for and I’ve always known how lucky I am, even more so now that Logan told me of his horrible childhood, but the type of love that I share with him, the bond we have, has no equals; not even with my twin I share this much of myself: he is my one and only soulmate and the way he grew up makes me love him even more.
I’m so glad he met my sisters’ boyfriends when he needed someone in his corner and I could never thank them enough for the support they have given him over the years, but sometimes I wish I could have been there for him just so that I could hug him and tell him about our future, even if it’s a crazy thought and I would have been only a little girl back then.
And now I have been sitting on this flipping huge secret for hours and I couldn’t find a moment to share this with him.
I can’t believe we’re having a baby!
A little more than a month ago I was content enough with my life, but I had no idea this much happiness was in my grasp.
Loving Logan and being loved by him is the greatest feeling I’ve ever had and sometimes, when we lie in bed cuddled together after we make love, I just feel like crying and laughing at once for no reason.
I never thought I would meet someone so sweet and amazing and sometimes I can’t believe he is mine and now this. A baby.
I knew right away that I was pregnant, I can’t explain it.
I’ve just felt… different, particularly over the last couple of weeks.
In the heat of the moment, during the first night we shared together, we were not careful at all, so we both have known for the last month there could be a possibility.
Many people would say it’s too soon, but we know what we want, we have talked about it and we know we’re already in a forever-type of relationship.
He always lightens up light a Christmas tree when we talk about our maybe-baby and I so wanted it to be real, but I could only hope until today.
I’m only a couple of days late, but I’m pretty much like clockwork when it comes down to my period so I was almost positive that a test would just confirm it.
I meant to sneak out this morning and buy one, but then between adulting, family time and my hovering caveman, I couldn’t.
I was resigned to wait until Monday to go down to Monroe to pick a test up, but then this morning, out of the blue, my twin dropped one in my lap.
I wasn’t even surprised honestly even if I had yet to tell her about my suspicions since she’s been so busy with Elliott and I’ve been just as wrapped up —more often than not literally— with Logan, it’s just one of those twin things: sometimes we ‘just know’ stuff about each other.
I ran into one of the upstairs bathrooms in our parents’ lodge as soon as I got the all clear from her, and five minutes later I was sitting on the edge of their bathtub grinning and crying, staring down at the little pink plus sign.
My heart starts to beat a mad staccato in my chest.
Now that I can finally tell him in peace, I’m beginning to feel a little nervous.
“Here we are, babygirl,” Logan says, sliding me off his back and I realize we’re alr
eady standing in my little driveway, unrecognizable from the surrounding lawn, buried as it is under the snow.
I smile up at him as he puts me in front of his large body, shielding me from the snowfall and the cold by keeping me within the flaps of his coat while we fumble for the keys.
As soon as we step inside, his lips are on mine and he’s lifting me up into his arms. My feet dangle off the floor while we kiss and he walks us backward through the small hall and to the bedroom.
Logan kisses me hard, pushing his tongue into my mouth and I kiss him back just as fiercely, my fingers grasping at his hair while he carries me to my bedroom, my sex turning to warm Jell-O and pulsing madly with every grind of the hard ridge of the bulge in his jeans against it.
We rip our clothes off of each other in record time and then he picks me up again, holding me to his chest one-armed as he strips the cover from the bed with his free hand.
He lowers me onto the mattress, and I slide back to make room for him, throwing my legs on either side of him as he looms over me, his mouth descending once more on mine to devour me as I tug on his boxers.
Logan winds one arm around my waist and I feel his other hand move between us and grasp the elastic of my panties.
I hear the fabric tear and then there’s cool air hitting my core just before I feel the blunt hot head of his hard length push between my folds and into me in a firm, delicious stroke that stretches me to capacity and fills me all the way as he presses me into the bed with his strapping frame.
“Fuck, yes! I needed to be inside you so badly, babygirl… it’s been too long,” he groans in the crook of my neck and I clasp him even closer, my fingers digging in his back as he slams over and over inside of me, making us one.
He is absolutely right. Even if it’s been less than twenty-four hours since we were this close last, it’s still been too long.
“Oh, God, Logan! Yes… harder, please… harder,” I moan, my entire body tingling in pleasure and my toes curling as he thrusts deeply into me.
Just as I feel myself starting to climb to my peak, he pulls back and slides his erection out of me and I can’t help but whimper at the loss.