His Big Package (Mistletoe Montana, 4)

by Jenika Snow

  I felt his growl spear from my fingers all the way down to my clit, and in another blink, he had his mouth off me, both hands curled possessively around my waist, and yanked me toward him. I braced my hands on his defined pecs, sucked in a breath at how hot and hard he felt, and then he was kissing me.

  Logan devoured my mouth with his like he’d been starved for me all damn night. And the longer he fucked my lips with his, the more I let that heat consume me. I was lifted easily into his arms, instinctively wrapping my arms around his waist, and then he was sucking and lapping at my neck. I wrapped my arms around his neck and tipped my head to the side, closing my eyes and just letting him work me over any way he saw fit. His length was a hard rod between us, his hands on my waist pushing me down on his erection so I felt how much he wanted me.

  The world spun for a moment, but I realized he was turning with me in his arms and striding to the bed. I expected him to lay me out like the offering I was, but he just sat down, rearranged me as I straddled his waist, and loosely curled a hand around my throat, keeping me still as he went back to kissing me.

  The position had my legs spread on either side of his body, his hands still on my hips as he started moving me back and forth on his cock.

  “You’re so wet,” he groaned. “And I can smell how ready you are for me, how sweet your pussy is, like a blooming flower.” He ran his tongue over my lips, and I shuddered on top of him, working myself back and forth against his erection without him prompting me to do so.

  “I want to be inside you so badly,” he panted as I slid my pussy along his dick again and again and again. “I need to fuck you, baby.”

  I wanted to beg him to work all that cock into my pussy. But he was in control, and I loved it.

  “Then fuck me, Logan.”

  He leaned forward, his expression so very territorial and proprietary. He gripped my chin with his thumb and forefinger and kept me in place as he slammed his mouth on mine once more, as if sealing the deal.

  9

  Blythe

  “I should be gentle, sweet.” His voice was pitched so low I almost didn’t hear it. “You’re a virgin, untouched, so fucking pure that I don’t deserve you.” He rested his forehead on mine for only a moment. “But I can’t control myself—”

  “Good. I don’t want you to.” I couldn't believe I actually blurted that out.

  He groaned and leaned back an inch. “Take hold of me,” Logan said huskily against my lips, as if refusing to break that contact.

  I should have been more hesitant—maybe—but hell, I was on fire right now, my pussy so wet I was embarrassed to say my cream was smeared along the insides of my thighs. I also knew there was the combination of his pre-cum mixing with my arousal, rubbing into my flesh as if he marked me.

  “Take my cock, Blythe. Go on, baby. Put us both out of our misery.”

  My hand shook as I reached between us, his gaze locked on mine as I curled my fingers around his girth. His jaw locked tight, his teeth gnashing together and flashing as he grimaced, as if my very touch gave him pain… or maybe too much pleasure.

  Like I expected, my fingers weren’t even close to touching as I gripped him. I gave his dick a squeeze, his entire body jerked at that first contact. I realized in that moment that I had a lot of damn control over this man, at least with his body.

  Logan’s cock was like velvet over steel. He was so warm in my palm, so thick and hard that I felt my stomach do a flip. And when I smoothed my hand over the bulbous head, it came back slick with his pre-cum. So much pre-cum that it told me he was barely hanging on to his control.

  I tipped my head slightly back and stared into his face, gauging his reaction, watching as this one seemingly simple act made him come undone… unraveled him. His body was so taut, his fingers digging painfully into my sides as if I was the only thing stabilizing him. His eyes were hooded as he watched me, and the drunken look on his face was pure pleasure.

  His pleasure was all because of me.

  “Faster. Harder,” he gritted out that last word.

  I started breathing harder, faster. He did as well. I leaned back so I could look down between our bodies and watch what I did to him. The crown of his massive cock was glossy from his pre-cum, and I found my mouth watering for a taste. I’d never given a man a blowjob, never wanted to. But with Logan, I wanted to experience everything sexual… with only him. It was like I was watching myself do the next couple of acts like an out-of-body experience that jacked my desire up even higher.

  I was pushing away from him, climbing off Logan's lap, and he let me, although I could see on his expression he didn’t like that.

  And then I was on my knees between his tree-trunk thighs a second later, my hands on his knees pushing them apart so I could fit my tiny body between them.

  I stared up at him when I was in place, seeing that exquisite male desire on his face. I lowered my focus down his broad shoulders that were three times as wide as mine, lower still over his muscular chest—an inverted triangle that was all raw power. And stopped when I came face-to-face with his cock.

  “Careful, baby, I’m liable to come just at the thought of what you could be doing in that position.”

  The endearment speared right through my clit, and I gasped from how intensely I felt it.

  Gathering all my courage, and not knowing what the hell to actually do, I leaned forward, gripped his shaft again, and pulled the tip to my lips, all the while staring right at him.

  His eyes were hooded, the green seeming to glow in the dark room. His mouth was parted, air moving in and out of his lips so fast.

  “Slowly or I’m going to blow my load right in that perfect, pretty mouth of yours.”

  I closed my eyes and moaned, and when I opened them again, I noticed the motion of his hands on the comforter on either side of him, his knuckles tightening fiercely on the material as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.

  While I stared into his eyes, I brought his cock back to my mouth and sucked the crown into my mouth. The first drop of his salty, very male pre-cum landing on my tongue had me moaning again. I closed my eyes and hummed around him even more as I started bobbing my head up and down his length, trying to take as much as I could, but not even able to take half of his length. He was just so big.

  The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, which in turn had him groaning and spearing a hand into my hair. He kept me right there as he lifted his hips gently, pushing his dick into my mouth so the tip once again hit the back of my throat, and I gagged once more.

  “Yeah,” he said in a raspy voice.

  I kept sucking on his cock, running my tongue along the underside of the length, right up that thick vein that I swore beat under his flesh, and moved back up to suck and lick off his salty male essence.

  For long moments, I moved my mouth over him, moved down and up. Down. And up. I paid attention to his crown, swirling my tongue along the hole at the tip, gently pressing the muscle along it, licking off the cum dotting it. He was so tight above me, small gruff grunts leaving him intermittently as if he didn’t want to make noise but couldn’t help himself. And then I felt his body tighten, knowing he was about to come, feeling powerful that I was the one about to push him over the edge.

  So I went even harder, faster, needing his seed in my mouth, down my throat, in my body like an internal marking from him. I was starved for him in so many ways, ways that made no sane sense, but that felt so right.

  And just when I knew he was about to give me what I hungered for, he had his hands on my shoulders and was pushing me away from him. I was left sitting back on the heels of my feet, staring up at him as my breasts rose and fell from my increased breathing. I felt a blush of arousal cover me from head to toe, my mouth feeling swollen and wet from what I’d just been doing to him.

  I couldn't breathe, and my body was so ready for Logan I felt my wetness drip down my inner thighs.

  “I didn’t realize how starved I was
until you came into my life, and I understood nothing else could sate the hunger.”

  My inner muscles clenched, as if my pussy had a mind of its own and was screaming at me to get something thick and hard all up in there. God… I was losing my mind with need. I could hear my heart racing in my ears, and my palms started to sweat. “Let me be the one to put out that hunger, Logan.” My voice was husky and hot, as if this other woman was now housed inside me, no longer unsure of what sex was all about.

  “Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “You’re the hottest fucking thing to ever come into my life.”

  I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and couldn’t help but glance down at his erection, intimidation pretty damn strong in me. “Logan.” God, was that my voice… that sexual purr of need? And I could see the effect of my voice on him. I watched as his body got harder right in front of me, the sound of his desire like a gun going off as he growled.

  Yes. Growled.

  “Say it. Make it dirty, baby.”

  I felt my cheeks flame at his command. I’d only ever thought these illicit things in my head. Alone, there would be no need to be embarrassed; they’d played through me like a movie reel. And Logan wanted me to vocalize them, make them solid between us.

  “I want you…” I took a deep breath. I can do this. “I want to feel you pushing that big cock deep in my body. I want you to stretch me.” I took a stuttering breath. “I want you to claim me.” The last part was whispered.

  “Blythe,” he groaned and closed his eyes. “You want me in you so deep it hurts?” He opened his eyes just in time to see me nod in approval.

  Before I could anticipate what he was doing, Logan had me on his lap, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock jerking between us.

  “I want you,” I moaned.

  And then I was flipped onto my back, parallel with the bed with Logan looming over me, and everything else just faded away.

  10

  Blythe

  Logan had his chest to me only a second after my back met the mattress, and as if my body had a mind of its own, I arched my back and pressed my breasts to his hot, firm skin.

  I felt the soft, light hair that covered his pectoral muscles, moaning at how erotically good it felt moving against my nipples. My pussy contracted hard, another reminder of where I wanted him.

  “Blythe,” he moaned my name almost deliriously as my breasts moved against his chest.

  I didn’t ask. I just reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was all but bursting in my palm, overflowing, hot and hard and ready for me.

  He groaned a deep, very male sound of pleasure from my touch.

  His cock was nestled between my slick folds, and when he started rocking back and forth, I couldn’t help but move with him, lifting my hips up, moving in tandem with him, gasping at how good it felt.

  “Oh. Christ.” His words were getting shorter, deeper. I could tell he was slowly losing his control, and I realized I'd never wanted anything more than Logan to be completely uninhibited with me at this moment.

  My hips started working back and forth on their own, and he grunted, his eyes tightly shut, his jaw gritted. I felt the bulbous head of his shaft bump my clit every time he pressed upward, and a soft mewl of ecstasy left me. I felt an orgasm start to wind tighter in me, and I knew just a couple more seconds of rocking back and forth like this and I’d explode for him.

  His movements started moving faster, the flared head of his cock pushing along my clit before sliding back. He tormented me, teased me, had me begging for the finish line. I found my hands were on his pectoral muscles, yet I didn’t remember placing them there, my mind too delirious with pleasure to make sense of anything.

  And then I felt the explosion in me, a rocket going off, a wave crashing against the shore. I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, my mouth parting as I moaned loud and long, letting that feeling wash through me.

  And when the orgasm dimmed, I realized he stilled above me, his body no longer rocking against mine. I peeled my eyes open, feeling that post-euphoric feeling claim me, weighing me down. His broad chest heaved as he stayed still above me, his hands punched down on the bed on either side of my head, his huge forearms like a wall around me.

  He looked at me with hooded eyes, his mouth parted as the air rushed in and out of his parted lips. “Gorgeous,” he murmured. “So fucking perfect.” He leaned in and claimed my mouth with his, pushing his tongue deep inside, making me take it all.

  And I greedily accepted all that Logan had to offer. I could feel him start to move against me once more, but I needed him inside. I needed it like I needed to breathe, like I needed the blanket of his body pressing me down on the mattress until all I felt and smelled was him.

  “I’ll never get enough.”

  I didn’t know what he meant by that, but strangely enough, I felt the same way. I knew no other man would compare. No other man could ever make me feel this way.

  “I need you,” I gasped against his mouth when his cock bumped into my now very sensitive clit.

  “What do you need?” he murmured, kissing me softly, lightly. “Tell me and it’s yours. Always.”

  He pulled back, and I stared into his face, his expression laced with arousal. I knew it matched my own. His cock was so hard between my thighs, all but throbbing against my pussy. I didn’t say anything else, just moved my arm, wedged my hand between our bodies, and gripped his cock. He groaned and closed his eyes almost all the way, only slits of green able to penetrate.

  I stared into those eyes as I placed the huge tip at my unused pussy entrance, holding my breath, shifting underneath him. His arms were shaking beside my head, as if he was having a hard time controlling his lust. I knew how he felt. And then he popped that huge cock head into my pussy and stilled. Every part of me tightened instinctively at the penetration. He was enormous, and I knew, even if I hadn’t been a virgin, the intrusion would have still been breathtaking.

  I heard the grind of his teeth right before he grunted out, “Oh. God, Blythe. So tight. So. Tight.”

  I shifted, and another inch slid in. Both of us made these strangled noises.

  “Easy, baby. I’m barely hanging on as it is.” He had his forearms flat on the mattress beside my head now, his lips suddenly on mine. He kissed me slowly, thoroughly, allowing me to get used to the inch he had lodged in me. “I’m gonna go as slow as I can, okay?”

  I nodded, not trusting my voice. My hands were curled around his biceps, my nails digging into his flesh. He was my anchor, my lifeline right now. He kept me grounded, steady, and when he pushed another inch into me, I tried to let the discomfort go.

  “Relax for me, Blythe. Relax for me, baby.”

  He was slow, meticulous as he slid inch after thick, massive inch into me, and the entire time, he kissed me, grunting out words of encouragement. He was gentle, slow, and I felt tears prick my eyes that had nothing to do with the initial pain of losing my virginity.

  He was as deep in me as he could get, and he hissed out, “God. Yes, Blythe.”

  I swore his eyes rolled back in his head from his pleasure, and he wasn’t even moving at the moment. He just stayed buried deep in my body, as if giving me time to adjust. I didn't think my pussy would ever get used to something this big.

  “I’m going to move now.” His voice was rough, full of need, and all I could do was nod as he stared at me. Back and forth, he slid in and out of me, never breaking eye contact, never increasing his pace. And the discomfort faded as something better, brighter… consuming took its place. Sweat beaded along my brow, this tightness now taking over me, which had nothing to do with any discomfort.

  It felt… so good.

  And surprising myself, I gently pushed back on his chest so he was no longer pressed against mine. I rose up a little so I could see what he was doing, where he was logged. I looked down the length of my body and watched as his cock came into view, the glossy length streaked with blood.

  He groaned, and I snapped
my eyes to his face, seeing this heavy-lidded look in his expression.

  “You like that?” he asked, still keeping that steady pace of his. “You like seeing where I'm at?”

  I licked my lips and nodded.

  “Does it turn you on knowing where we’re connected right now, Blythe?”

  My breath caught, and I nodded again before lowering my focus back down to where his cock disappeared into my body, then reemerged. Disappeared again. Reemerged.

  He pumped his hips in and out, his pace staying the same, but after long seconds, I felt him become more aggressive, his passion taking control.

  “Blythe,” he groaned. “I’m sorry,” he whispered and closed his eyes. “I’m trying to go slow, to be easy—”

  “Don’t hold back.” I was surprised by the words that spilled from me, cutting him off. “Just fuck me, make love to me, and be with me.”

  His chest seized up tight, the muscles coming into view as he rolled his hips back and forth, fucking me so all I could do was hold on and take all of him.

  He stretched me so good, and the burn of it was still there, but I didn’t want it to end. That discomfort made my pleasure soar higher. My arousal pumped through me, the overabundance of adrenaline and desire making me feel high and drunk and like I was no longer in my own body.

  My pussy sucked at his cock, his big dick stretching me wide, making me feel like I was going over the edge again and again until it was maddening, and I accepted that I’d never be the same after him.

  He tore me in two, split me in half… and still I wanted more. I needed it.

  The breath left me in uneven gasps, my breasts bouncing as he rocked into me. I sought more of that delicious burn I knew only Logan could give me.

  That clap, clap, clap of his skin meeting mine set me off and had the world fading.

  I came for him in an explosion of colors and inhuman sounds of lust leaving me. My orgasm rushed forward, and I felt the world disappear, but not before he grew impossibly harder in my body.