Page 104 of The Lost and the Found

“Nothing,” he answered, grabbing the condom. He tore the package with his teeth, and my thighs clenched from the sight. God, that was sexy.

He smirked as if he could read my mind, and I watched, fascinated as he reached between us and sheathed himself with the rubber.

His fingers moved down between my legs and played with my clit, getting me ready. I moved my hips along the rhythms he set, needing more. Just more.

“Logan.”

“I know. Let me prepare you.”

But I was prepared. I didn’t think I could get any more aroused. I just needed him. “Hurry.”

“Not yet. Let me get you ready.”

“I’m ready,” I huffed, and he laughed.

He entered one, then two fingers inside of me. I let out short, stuttering breaths, and without thinking, clenched around him.

He groaned and moved his fingers in and out of my slowly, and my nails dug harder into his skin. God, this felt so good, and it had been so long since I felt myself stretch out like this.

“Logan,” I moaned. I could come just like this. It wouldn’t take long, and I really wanted to come.

“I know,” he said tightly. “Just a little bit more.”

And then he did something amazing with those fingers. He curved them slightly and moved further into me.

I let out a small whimper, growing even more aroused every time he hit that exact spot. I was so wet, I could feel my slickness dripping down on the inside of my thighs.

“Logan.” His name came out again in a breathy moan and he increased his pace. I came after he thrust his fingers three more times, and before I knew what was happening, he spread my legs out further and plunged himself fully inside of me.

We both moaned from the sensation. This felt so good. Never had it felt this good before, and I didn’t want it to end. I squeezed around him, and with a small grunt, he began to move, and… oh, my.

Logan’s eyes rolled back inside his head, and he let out a soft grunt. “Hold on, baby.”

He thrust in and out of me until my bed squeaked beneath us, and I held onto him a little tighter.

He opened his eyes and we looked at each other as he continued to fuck me, and I couldn’t look away. I wanted to prolong this feeling, for as long as we’re able. Logan leaned down and took my lips in a searing kiss.

I felt him shudder as he continued his intense pace. That rough, and fast, and passionate intense pace that was driving me to edge.

I moaned louder, my legs moving about on the bed, trying to find a position that would help release this… this… ache. It was too much. Much too much. I was sensitive as hell, and I didn’t think I could handle anymore. Yet, I couldn’t ask him to stop.

Logan must have known what I was after, because he hooked one of my legs up with his arm, changing the angle of his penetration completely.

“Oh, God. Please don’t stop, Logan…” I trailed off when I felt his hot mouth around my nipple. He used his teeth and I nearly lost it then. The whole time, he never lost momentum. His hips continued to move, his dick moving in and out of me, and every time he moved back in, I wanted to send a prayer to the heavens. It felt that good.

He kissed his way up my body again, and when he finally took my lips in his once more, I came, squeezing around him.

That must have triggered his orgasm, because I felt Logan swell, right before he let out a sexy-as-sin groan and stilled above me.

We were both breathing noticeably hard while Logan buried his face in my neck. I ran my hand up and down his scarred back in comfort, wanting to kiss each and every single blemish there.

When our breathing returned to normal, Logan moved back slightly until he could see me. His eyes roamed over my face in concern, but he instantly relaxed when I smiled at him.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

I shook my head.

“Was that good for you?” he asked, bringing his hand up my face and removing a few strands of blonde locks away.

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