Grabbing his cock, he guides it to my entrance.
I swallow, telling myself I can do this, remembering his words.
Pregnant the first time.
I want it more than anything.
CHAPTERTWENTY-FOUR
Logan
I stare into my woman’s eyes as I guide my length to her entrance, telling myself I have to go slowly to make sure my woman wants it, keeps wanting it.
I try to remind myselfit’s her first time.
But when I feel her around my cock, kissing the tip, it’s so damn tempting to drive in the rest of the way. To push deep into her tightness, right up to my balls, to bury myself in her perfect pussy until she’s got no choice but to cream down my cock.
She makes a cute, moaning noise. But, she had that determined look on her face.
“I can take it,” she whispers.
“Are you sure?” I grunt.
She grabs my shoulders, digging her nails in. “More. I can do it. Give me more, Logan.”
She can hardly push her words out, all tangled with lust, but there’s no way I’m about to tell her no.
But I still have to remember, if I gave hereverythingI wanted to, fully let myself go, I’d fuck her like a savage until the bed broke and she was screaming and clawing at my back.
Her pussy grips me tightly, hotly as I push in deeper.
Her moans come out shakily as she squeezes down on my helm, and then I push in more, feeling her tight virgin slit around my shaft, then more….
She’s whimpering now, shuddering as she claws at my shoulders.
“You’re huge,” she gasps. “Freaking hell.”
“You can take it,” I snarl.
Shehasto.
The animal in me is howling, determined for me to keep going, never to stop, to keep pushing deeper until we’re as fused as possible for two people to be.
“I know,” she gives me that resolute look again. “All the way, L-Logan. All…the….”
She trails off, moaning as I thrust into the hilt.
She lets out another shuddering gasp as I hold myself there, staring down at the redness in her cheeks, her eyes flooded with just-Lucy excitement.
My gaze moves to her breasts, her nipples slightly red from my sucking.
I slide out of her slowly, making her feel every single inch, makingmefeel it too.
Then I hold myself like that – my helm kissing her entrance, not quite in yet.
She tugs on my shoulders.
“What does that mean?” I ask, smirking.