by Kenya Wright
Straddling my hips, she placed her arms on my shoulders. “You’re so strong.”
“You’re so light.”
“Only due to those sexy muscles.”
“Sexy?” I sucked on her bottom lip and let go. “I think you’re sexy too.”
“Fuck me, Logan.”
“Fuck.” I slid my hand along the outside of her thigh and under her fat ass cheeks. With the panties gone, I caressed her damp center. “Say it again, baby.”
“Fuck me,” she whimpered, writhing in my hold.
“Oh, how beautiful your voice sounds, when you moan.” I found her clit and rubbed circles over the throbbing bud.
A moan left her lips that I swiftly swallowed down with a kiss, loving the taste of her need and the sound of her hunger.
I couldn’t help it, but I leaned away. “I have to tell you something.”
Pleading filled her eyes. “Okay...but maybe you can tell me after you stick your cock inside of me?”
I grunted. “Damn it, Mia. Let me say it.”
“Then stop playing with my pussy.”
“Never.” I nibbled at her neck and flicked my thumb over the bud all soaked in cream and warmth. “I’m sorry about Tyson.”
Her words were dotted with pants. “Fuck...Tyson. You...just fuck...me.”
Making sure the wall was helping with holding her up, I moved hand away from her pussy and sucked on the finger, loving her taste. Her nipples were pebbled knots against my chest, floating on the softest pillows of sexy brown flesh.
Finally.
She watched my hand as I continued my slow, torturous caresses, lightly rubbing her swollen clit, drawing out her pleasure. So wet, I used some of her slick cream and swept it across her swollen bud, back and forth, back and forth. My hands were soaked with her, and I could wait to taste them—taste her.
How long have I dreamed of this?
A whimper of frustration rose from her throat.
She gazed at me under hooded, lust-filled eyes. “Stop teasing me.”
I sucked on the other finger. “You taste so good.”
She bit her bottom lip.
“Have you ever tasted yourself?”
She widened her eyes. “No.”
“You should.” And then I leaned down and kissed her full lips, letting her sticky juice slide between our tongues. She moaned, and I wondered if it was due to her sweet flavor or the fact that her pussy’s wetness turned me on.
“So sweet.” I leaned away and licked my lips. “You deserved more than Tyson ever gave you.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore.”
“It does to me, and I want to give it to you. I want to give you everything you deserve.”
She blinked. “And what do I deserve?”
I slipped my hand back to her thighs to keep her up. “You deserve flowers and tiny boxes wrapped in satin with shiny things inside. You deserve dancing under the moonlight and kisses in front of sunsets.”
She parted her lips as if in shock.
Those words dangled between us, thriving into something more than I think either of us could ever dream of. This day had showed us that what we thought was life, was a lie. What we thought was the truth, was false. And who we thought we should love was our choice all along.
“That’s the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me,” she whispered.
“Good.” I grabbed my cock and lined myself up with her sex, rubbing the head of my cock through her wet folds just to feel her shudder in my arms.
Mia gasped and looked down between us. “Logan, you’re so big.”
I rubbed the head of my cock against her clit, and then some of her slickness, coating myself in her wetness.
She watched as if in a daze. “I thought you would be big, but...not this big.”
“Mmmm. Don’t talk like that, Mia. I’ll be cumming all over you faster than I want.”
“And one day...I want to feel you cum all over me.” She caught her breath and cleared her throat. “But tonight, we need a condom.”
“Of course.” I brought us a few feet to the left where my dresser was. Still holding her, I rummaged through my drawer. It wasn’t the most erotic experience, but I couldn’t put her down. My cock wouldn’t let me.
After all that stuff in Tyson’s notebook, I’m just happy she isn’t going to make me wear five condoms on top of each other.
After I tore the wrapping open, she helped me put the condom on, brushing her fingers at the tip. I lifted her back up in a better position and had her back on the wall, pinned and unable to move any way but forward—right onto my cock.
I placed my cock back to her sex, teasing and dragging the length of myself through her heat, grinding against her oversensitive clit. “How’s that feel, baby?”
“Please. Please.” Her words came out broken and shattered like she was unable to deal with the pleasure.
I still didn’t thrust inside of her, barely dipping in her wet pussy only an inch. And then I kissed her, capturing her mouth. Her thighs parted for me more, shivering against my hips and inviting me even closer.
“Please,” she begged.
I pushed in another inch, more teasing and relishing in her pleading. The contact must’ve been mouthwateringly maddening. My cock was so close within her pussy, yet so far. I had so many more inches to go—so much more to fill her with.
She gripped my biceps, watching me with a desperate expression. The need in her eyes was almost painful. I pressed forward, a few inches of me disappearing inside her.
“Am I getting to ravishing yet?” I stole her response with another kiss as I pushed inside another inch, causing myself even more pain than it gave her.
How many nights had I imagined this moment? How many times had I stroked my cock to a vision like this? The only reason I took my time was because I was too damn scared to wake up and find out that it was just another dream—that Mia had not been in my arms.
If this is a dream, then I hope I never wake up.
“Oh God!” Mia gasped, breaking apart from my kisses.
“Is this ravishing?” I murmured and waited in agony.
“No, you’re torturing me.” She pushed down on my cock, giving me more inches inside of her, but nowhere close to the hilt.
“Torture?” I leaned down and sucked on her nipple, rolling my tongue over the puckered tip. “No. This isn’t torture.”
“It is.” She gazed down at where our bodies met.
I followed her view. The moonlight bathed the space, showing the flared head of my cock partly buried inside of her, the thick vein pulsing along the shaft and pressing against the condom.
Licking my lips, I gave her a wicked smile. “But you wanted slow, Mia.”
Her body shuddered. “You are the devil, Logan.”
“No. I’m a nice guy.” I moved my hand and stroked her clit again. “See? Look how much pleasure I give you. I can’t be the devil.”
“Oh!” She clamped her inner muscles around my cock.
“Fuck.” Pleasure ripped up my spine. “Oh, Mia. I’m trying to be in control, but—”
Mia cried out in pleasure. “Logan.”
And that was what cracked my control. It was my name on those full lips, in that sweet voice drenched in desire. It was the way she closed her eyes, pouted, and tried to push down further on my cock like a spoiled little temptress in desperate need of a cock that she thoroughly owned.
“Fuck.” Finally, I dove deep inside her—balls deep. My cock surged, leaking pre-cum into the condom, swelling and pulsating in her warm, wet pussy. It was heaven. Pure heaven.
“So good.” She bobbed up and down on my length. “So good.”
“Oh, Mia, that’s what I want to hear, baby.” My biceps flexed as I kept her up, keeping her body in perfect position to take all my cock.
Letting her head fall back, she jerked her hips with each thrust into her, meeting me with each stroke, although her body trembled the whole time.
Somehow,
I held her in place, unsure of how I could remain standing, so close to exploding, so ready to cum deep inside of her. It had been a good thing that she’d reminded me about the condom. With the way my tip throbbed with erotic sensations, I would’ve been sure to be filling her completely up, spilling cum all out of her, having her still dripping with me minutes later.
“So close,” she moaned as her nipples bobbed with her movement.
I pumped a little bit faster, but not too quick. I wanted her to feel every inch of me slip in and out of her. Her breathing shifted to whimpering softly.
And then she gripped my shoulders harder, digging my nails into my back. “Oh God, yes!”
Loving her cries and even the pain from her nails, I maintained the smooth rhythm of my cock, sliding in and out, pulling her groin closer to me so my muscled abs could brush against her clit when I lifted her up. Every sensitive part of her needed to be touched. She clenched her pussy some more, so tight. I reached down and rubbed her hard clit, wanting to pull a strong orgasm from her.
Dear God, why don’t I have four arms?!
Before God could answer me, Mia shouted, “Logan!”
With a few more strokes of my thumb and a couple of thrusts from my cock, her pussy sang to me through her moans and shuddering breaths. She hugged my cock harder, and her wet arousal dripped down from her sex, slipped along my length as I pumped, and ran down the sensitive flesh of my balls.
And just when I couldn’t take anymore, her pussy squeezed again, this time gripping me.
It was like everything in her opened for me—and everything in her was warm and welcoming and utterly hot and erotic.
Holy fuck.
I forced myself to keep that slow luscious pace, even though I wanted to pound the shit out of her pussy.
Pleasure glowed in her eyes. It damn near saturated them. And we drank in each other, peering deep within the other’s souls, lost in the silence of our moans and the hammering of our hearts as we raced and rocked toward that soul-shattering moment, when nothing else ever mattered.
So close to coming, I grunted, unable to deal with the perfect wet pressure of her sex sucking my cock. “Oh fuck, Mia. Damn, baby.”
Erotic tremors rippled through my whole body. I came close to losing balance. I slammed one hand against the wall and kept my other hand under her ass as I rammed my cock into her, rocking with deep, long strokes. Pushing so deep, I squeezed my ass cheeks together each time I filled her up to the hilt.
Don’t come yet. Make sure she does.
A low whine left me as I kissed her lips.
“I’m coming,” she whimpered against my lips.
And I swallowed down some of her moan, sucking on her tongue as she tore apart in my arms.
She came with a stifled moan, her chest heaving up and down.
“Yes, Mia. Let go, baby.” I gripped her hips tighter, controlling our pace. Nice and slow, so I could savor every breath, every moan, every squeeze of her pussy. I thrust again, so close, my body shattering with each wet inch. Teasing and fucking her, I hoped I would claim her with my cock, but she’d ended up possessing me instead.
“Mia, baby.” Burying myself in her over and over, I came with her.
Her voice was a low whimper. “Logan.”
“Oh yes, Mia.” Shoving my face in her neck, I thrust hard, pulling her hips against me with both hands, and I felt the tip of my cock almost nudge her cervix. I closed my eyes and emptied into her sweet pussy, lucky as hell that she’d remembered the condom.
Minutes late, I carried her over to the bed. We both collapsed, making the top mattress bounce.
“Oh my God.” Mia rolled over to her back, panting as her chest rose and fell. “I’m so happy I found those notebooks.”
“Me too.” I wiped the sweat off my forehead. “But now you have a new problem.”
She turned my way. “What is that?”
“You’ll never get rid of me.”
“Logan.” She smiled. “I don’t think I would ever want to get rid of you.”
I moved her way and kissed her. “Are you hungry?”
“A little...” And then she widened her eyes. “Shit!” She sat up.
“What?”
“I have a wedding cake due tomorrow morning. Damn it. That was on my list when I woke up. Break up with Tyson and finish the cake.”
“No worries.” I sat up with her. “When is it due?”
“Around ten.” She jumped up and hurried to the bathroom. “Shit. I must get back to the house. I just won’t sleep and if I do that, I’ll finish it on time.”
“And I’ll help.”
She stopped and turned around. “No. You don’t have to. You haven’t slept and—”
“I wasn’t going to sleep tonight anyway.”
“Why not?”
“I planned on fucking you and then reading Kingmaker and then fucking you again.”
She grinned. “All in that order?”
“Pretty much.”
“Well, I’m game as long as we add baking a cake to that list.”
“Good. I’ll read Kingmaker out loud.”
“And I’ll fall in love with you slowly with each page.”
“Shit.” I got up with her. “Then, let’s get this party started. Back to your house. And Mia, promise you’ll let me lick the bowl.”
She caught the sensual request. “I would love for you to lick it.”
“Good. Then, let’s head back.”
Chapter 17
Mia
A light pitter patter of rain hit the outside of the window. The sun rose, peaking into the brightening sky. I placed one more creamy ribbon around the white rose petals.
Logan sipped his coffee, cleared his throat, and continued to read. “Although Mulligan had come close to death, the mercury stones he’d taken in Mercia healed him—”
“That’s such bullshit.”
Logan looked up from the book. “You want Mulligan to die?”
“No, but I want the author to keep it real too. He killed Mulligan off in the last book and got a bunch of backlash, so boom, now we have some mercury stones thing added.”
“Mulligan did get mercury stones from Mercia.”
“When?” I lay a creamy ribbon along the second layer. “I don’t remember mercury stones in any of the earlier books.”
“Book three and four.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” He smirked.
“Bullshit.”
He closed the book and set it next to his coffee. “Do you want to bet me on this?”
“Go for it, buddy.”
His jaw clenched as if he’d take that buddy comment out on my pussy later. I damn sure hoped he would. Sex with Logan was everything. It not only gave me pleasure, but it healed my body and soul. I had more energy, spent no time making this wedding cake, and with him reading, it was the icing on my cake.
“If I’m right about Mulligan taking mercury stones in book three and four, then you’ll cook dinner for me tomorrow.”
“Okay—”
“I’m not done.” He rose from his seat and pierced me with a heated gaze. “And you’ll be naked the whole time.
I swallowed. “O-kay.”
“And sometimes, while you’re cooking, I’m going to want to taste.”
“The food?”
“You.”
I blinked. “And this is if I win, right?”
He laughed. “No, Mia. That’s if you lose.”
“Shoot.” I went back to decorating the cake. “That’s not a loss at all. We can just call that Wednesday from now on.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” I did my best to focus on the cake. “I would very much like to be in your schedule. I want to be your Wednesday.”
“There won’t be any other people to have any other days. I’m focused on you, but yes, on Wednesday, I’ll be here, hungry and horny.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“But back to our bet.” H
e stomped over to my bookcase.
I hadn’t seen the shelves in weeks, since Tyson had moved in. Now, all his sneakers and boxes were gone.
When we’d arrived at my apartment hours earlier, no one was there. Tyson had moved his stuff under my brother’s supervision. My brother and his girlfriend must’ve left promptly afterwards. I owed them a dinner too.
“How about when you lose, you’ll have to give me your next four weekends, exclusively.” He grabbed book four and five of the Kingmaker series off my shelf. “Obviously, if you have events or classes that’s fine, I won’t disturb that...but your time is mine.”
“All yours?”
“Yes.”
I smiled. “And what will we do?”
He winked and brought the books over to the counter. “Get to know each other.”
“Deal. And if I win, then I get your next two months’ worth of weekends.” It might’ve been a crazy thing to request, but I was enjoying my time with him too much, and I didn’t want it to end.
“Interesting.” He studied me. “Now I wish I was wrong.”
“You are.”
“I’m not.” It barely took him a minute to find the page. He gestured for me to check it out.
I walked over and read it. “Damn. He really did take mercury stones.”
“Boom.” He closed the book. “Do I need to show you this in book four or are we good?”
“Whatever.” I laughed. “We’re good.”
“Okay. I win. Two months.”
I headed back to the cake. “Wait. You said one month.”
“Yeah, but I like your idea better. Two months of your weekends.” He leaned his head to the side. “And it won’t all be sex—”
I snorted. “That’s pretty presumptuous that we would have sex.”
“We’re definitely having sex.”
“Look.” I went back to designing the cake. “I’m not that type of girl.”
He chuckled and picked up the latest Kingmaker. “Like I was saying, it won’t all be sex. Maybe we can go camping—”
“Glamping. Glam and some camping. Meaning there should be a bed, plumbing, and outlets, if I’m coming.”
“Glamping it is.” He opened the book and continued to read the novel out loud to me.