Page 53 of Defensive Desire

When she finally goes limp, I ease off, pressing soft kisses to the inside of her thighs.

With a throbbing ache between my legs, I crawl up her body, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and capture her lips in a messy, desperate kiss.

She’s still panting, her hands sliding up my back, and I smirk down at her, brushing my nose against hers. “You okay?”

She laughs, breathless and wrecked. “More than okay.”

I lean in, nipping at her bottom lip. “Good. Because I’m not done with you yet.”

I’m on her before she has a chance to catch her breath, my body pressing hers down into the mattress. Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling me closer, and I’m kissing her like I’m trying to swallow every moan, every breath she gives me.

“Logan,” she whispers against my lips, and it’s pure fucking heaven.

I grind against her, letting her feel how rock-hard I am, and she gasps, her nails digging into my shoulders.

My hands roam down her body, squeezing her hips before sliding back up to cup her tits. I pinch her nipples, hard enough to make her whimper, and the sound goes straight to my cock.

“Need to feel you,” I growl, already fumbling with my jeans. I yank them down along with my boxers, freeing my aching length, and the second I’m bare, I’m back on her, kissing her deep and filthy, like I can’t get enough.

Emma’s hands are everywhere, stroking over my chest, skimming down my abs, and when she finally wraps her fingers around my cock, I nearly lose it.

“Fuck,” I grunt, my hips jerking into her grip.

I watch as she strokes me slow, her thumb swiping over the tip, spreading the slick bead of precum. Seeing her hand around my cock, so small and delicate against the angry flush of purple desperate for release.

I watch her face, loving the way she bites her lip, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

Unable to hold back any longer, I reach between us, guiding my cock to her entrance, rubbing the head through her soaked folds.

Her eyes flutter closed, and I have to fight not to thrust all the way in.

“You ready for me, baby?” I say, brushing my lips over her jaw.

“Yes,” she breathes, her legs wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer. “Please...”

I can’t hold back anymore. I push inside, slow at first, groaning as her tight fucking heat swallows me. She’s so tight, clenching around me, and I grit my teeth, forcing myself to go slow.

Emma arches against me, nails dragging down my back, and when I’m fully seated inside her, I pause, giving her a moment to adjust.

She’s panting, hands clutching my shoulders, and when I pull out just an inch, then thrust back in, her eyes fly open.

“FUCK! God, Logan...” Her eyes are almost popping out of her head. "That feels… oh!"

I lean down, letting my cock slide deeper, biting her neck lightly as I roll my hips against her. “That's it, baby. You feel so fucking good. So wet and tight, squeezing me like that.”

Her hips buck up, meeting my next thrust, and I know I’ve lost the battle to go slow.

"Yeah? You like that, huh?"

I pull back and slam into her again, watching the way her eyes go glassy, her mouth falling open.

“Yes.Harder,” she moans, and I’m more than happy to oblige.

I set a brutal rhythm, driving into her with everything I’ve got, my cock dragging against her walls, hitting that sweet spot that makes her moan my name.

I can’t stop touching her, tracing the curve of her waist, cupping her tits, kissing her neck, desperate to consume every inch of her.

She’s so goddamn responsive, rolling her hips, her moans growing louder.

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