Page 91 of Just Say Yes

“I want you.” I swallowed hard.

A satisfied grin spread across his handsome face. I’d given him permission, but he hadn’t filled me. Not yet.

My back arched and my head tilted backward. “Logan,please.”

I could hear my own desperate, needy plea, but I didn’t care. My mind was lost in the moment—those delicious seconds of anticipation. I’d never experienced anything like it. My one and only time having sex was with Trent, and he certainly hadn’t taken any time with me to make sure I was relaxed and ready.

And with Logan, I was so fucking ready.

My core lit up with desire as he took his time, teasing my nipples, sucking the pulse point that hammered at the base of my neck. His thick finger slid through me, adding gentle pressure.

He swirled it at my opening. “You’re fucking soaked.”

His words set me on fire, and my hips canted upward. My mind was already lost in the sensation of him touching me. When his finger slipped inside, my breath hitched.

One finger, then two.

Slowly he moved in and out, stretching me open. Priming me for his thick cock. His kiss was passionate and deep as his fingers moved inside me. My nipples puckered as a deep ache bloomed in my core.

“I think I’m going to—” The words died on my lips as he kissed me again.

“Show me,” he commanded. “Show me how pretty you are when you come.”

My hips moved in tandem with his hand as I rode toward release. Pleasure seized my body, and my pussy pulsed around his fingers.

When the wave hit, it wasn’t just pleasure—it was freedom. Every broken piece of me felt whole under his touch. My body shuddered as I cried out, his name on my lips, the only thing anchoring me to the moment.

As my orgasm crashed over me, Logan slipped his fingers from me, moving them to his mouth. I watched him suck my taste from his fingers.

“Now you’re ready.” The gravel in his voice sent delicious shivers down my back. Fisting his cock, he guided it between my legs.

Once notched at my entrance, he paused, silently checking in with me. I nodded and spread my legs wider.

God, yes. Now.

I held my breath, waiting in anticipation. Logan went slowly, stretching me as I breathed through the sensation of him finally entering me.

With a guttural moan, he slid in a little deeper. Propped on my elbows, I spread my legs wide. My eyes were fixed on the spot where his massive cock disappeared inside me. Logan braced himself on the bed, taking care to keep the bulk of his weight off me as he continued to slide in and out.

His movements weren’t just deliberate—they were reverent, like he was discovering something sacred. Every thrust felt like a promise: I see you. I want you. You’re safe with me.

And for the first time in years, I believed it.

My body reacted when I realized he wasn’t even all the way in, yet I was already so full. I didn’t think I could take any more.

My mouth hung open as another inch disappeared.

“Tell me you’re okay. I won’t hurt you.” The pained expression on his face sent a tug of emotion pulling at my chest.

Logan wouldn’t hurt me. I could trust him.

“I want more.” My voice wasn’t my own. It was confident and sexy and all woman.

“Fuck, you’re taking every inch.” He slid out until just the tip remained inside, before sliding right back in again. “You’re taking me so well.”

His words buzzed through me, and I collapsed onto the bed. My fists gripped the sheets as his hips moved forward. With each thrust, Logan lit up every nerve ending inside me. I pulled my knees up, hoping I could take all of him as his hips pistoned.

The moment he was finally all the way in, an appreciative groan tore through his chest.

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