Page 109 of That Last Secret

“I need you inside of me,” I moan against his lips.

He kisses me again and backs away. “Hold on. I need a condom.”

I grab his backside so he doesn’t move far away. “No. I need you inside of me now.”

“Em.” He says my name with pain in his voice. He presses his hips into me, and the head of his cock lines up with my entrance. He puts the smallest amount of pressure, letting the tip graze my pussy. “That’s dangerous. I’ve never been with anyone without a condom before.”

“Neither have I,” I pant. “I’m safe. I’ve been tested recently.”

“Me too.” He scans my features. “Are you absolutely sure?”

I nod, pulling him into me, the tip grazing me again. “I need you, Logan.”

The statement is more than just needing him inside me for sex. It means so much more than that. Logan has become my safe space. The calm to the raging storm in my head.

He doesn’t say another word and slowly presses into me. Inch by inch, until he’s completely seated inside of me. But he doesn’t move or pull out. He stays right where he is, pressed into me with his eyes locked on mine.

“Are you ok?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “If I move right now, I’m going to come in three seconds.”

I can’t help but chuckle.

“Stop. Don’t laugh, and don’t move. I’m not joking.”

I bite my bottom lip and buck my hips up into him because there’s nothing more I want than to see him come undone.

For me.

He grips my hips hard as his eyes flutter closed.

His brown eyes are replaced with a storm cloud when he opens them again. A feral beast I just unleashed with one small move of my hips.

He moves his hand to my chest and pushes me down until my back is flat against the counter. His fingertips trail the spot between my breast, down to my naval, until he reaches the spot where my panties usually rest.

He replaces his fingers with his palm as he presses down and slowly pulls himself out of me and thrusts hard into me.

I let out a scream filled with pleasure.

“Your pussy was made for me, Emiline. Every single inch of you was made for me.”

His thumb moves down and he presses it against my clit, forcing my back to fly off the counter. But he’s quick to press me back down.

“Oh my god,” I moan.

He picks up speed with every thrust. Fucking me hard and fast, like he promised he would. I bring my hands over my head, gripping the opposite edge of the counter. It’s almost too much to bear.

“Tell me how you feel,” he asks again.

“I feel so full. Your cock feels so good.”

He growls and picks up speed. My words unleash more of a beast than before. His hands grip my waist so hard, I’m sure I’ll see bruises there tomorrow and don’t even have it in me to care.

“Harder,” I pant.

“Beg for it. I want to hear you begging for my cock.”

“Fuck me harder, Logan. Please. You feel so good. I need more.”

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