Page 10 of Gentleman's Anger
“You’re my first too, Patience. My first and only,” he says making me gasp. He’s a virgin too? How the hell can that be possible? He’s hot and famous, women must throw themselves at him all the time. Well, that pisses me off, so I choose not to think about that. He’s proficient at this, I think. Of course, I don’t really know. All I know is how I feel. I feel both dead and alive at the same time. I feel safe yet desperately in danger. I never understood what the women in the romance novels I love so much meant. With my legs wrapped around his waist and my hands clenching his forearms, I try to meet him as he thrusts into me, but the end result of that is just being fucked into the bed and I can’t complain. I would never complain. I feel everything and nothing all at the same time. It defies logic.
To be his first and only is a dream come true. To know that there was never anyone before me makes me determined to ensure there’s no one after me. He’s bare inside of me, and I can feel every ridge and vein of him, like he’s tattooing himself on me. I’m not on birth control, there was never a need before, but he doesn’t know that. We didn’t even ask any questions. From the moment I walked through those velvet curtains and our eyes met, I was his. In every way, for every day moving forward. I knew it. It like a supernatural force brought us together. This right here. Us, joined as one, was always the end result. The only result possible.
My pussy clenches around him and he groans, fucking me faster and faster. My orgasm builds and builds until it explodes. Literally. I scream his name and tighten my thighs around his hips like I imagine a snake does to its prey. As crazy as it seems I don’t want him to pull out of me. I know I’ll love and want this man until my dying breath.
“Patience!” he shouts, before his whole body tenses up and I feel him fill me with his hot seed. It’s almost scalding and it’s definitely branding me. Branding me in the best way.
My breathing is harsh; coming in pants and gasp, and it matches his. Still inside me, still impossibly hard, he drops all of his weight down on me and I welcome it. My arms wrap around him as he kisses my chest, more like he murmurs over my skin, but it feels like kisses. I shiver under him. I want him again.
“You must be cold,” he says, pulling out of me gently, but I regret the loss of him all the same. He rolls off the bed and I scramble to join him. I move to my clothes and start to put them on. “What are you doing? Are you leaving?”
“I thought you were done with me,” I say, suddenly shy. I don’t know why. He’s seen, touched, and tasted every inch of my body. Not to mention he was inside me.
“Don’t misunderstand me, duchess. I’ve staked my claim and you won’t be going anywhere. Get back over here and let me have you. Again, always, forever,” he says, throwing back the covers on the bed. I drop the gown in my hands, and run to him. He catches me and our lips meet again. I can’t get enough of this man. He drives me wild. Suddenly, I am on the bed again and he’sslammedback inside of me. I can’t help feeling a sense of rightness. Like he’s exactly where he belongs. Like I’m exactly where I belong.
“Logan,” I moan, which seems to be all I can do.
“I know, Patience. I know.” He hasn’t moved yet, he’s just in me. A part of me. With each passing second the undeniable bond between us grows stronger.
“You’re killing me,” I say as I flip us over. He goes easily, thankfully. I am not sure I could have done that without his help. My hair falls around my shoulders. It’s wild, I caught a glimpse of it in the mirror when I was standing.
“How so?” he asks as his hands land on my hips and begin to roam up my ribcage until he’s holding my tits in his hands.
“In the best way, I promise. I just need…” I trail off.
“I know what you need. Put me inside of you.” Lifting off of him, just a little bit, I grip his cock and stroke him off while I glide my pussy over him. “Fuck, Patience. That’s exactly what I am lacking right now.Put. Me. Inside. You. Now,” he growls. I smirk at him and stroke him slowly, desperately, one, two, three more times before I do as I was told and position him at my entrance. Then I slide down his shaft slowly. So slowly. Any and everything to prolong this. His hands make their way back to my hips. He grips them tightly. When he’s balls deep inside of me, I begin to move. I alternate bouncing and grinding on him. I tug on my nipples before sliding my hand down to my pussy. I rub my clit in time with my bounces. His eyes widen and I smirk at him. Despite never having done this before, the only thing I do in my spare time besides hitting the gym is read romance novels. If I’m not reading them, I am listening to them. I’ve retained a lot of knowledge from those delicious bitches. Feeling bold, I take my pussy juice covered hand and reach behind me and rub his balls.
“God, this feels amazing,” I moan. His hand tighten on my hips.
“Hell yes it does,” he agrees. “Come for me, Patience. Let me see you let go.” He removes one hand from my hip and rubs my clit, sending me right over the edge.
“Logan, don’t stop. Don’t stop,” I cry, over and over until I feel him fill me again. As soon as he does, I drop down on him. Satisfaction hums through my body as I try to catch my breath. His hands wrap around my back, and I snuggle into his chest.
“Patience?” he asks after a while. I pop my head up and look at him.
“Yes?”
“Thank you for giving yourself to me. I will always honor that gift.” I smile at him and moan as I scoot forward to meet his lips. “Shit, duchess. You’re going to be the death of me.”
“That is most ardently not what I want,” I tell him.
“Most ardently? I do believe your Jane Austen is showing.
“You’ve read Pride and Prejudice?”
“It was required reading in high school, but I’ve read it at least ten times since school.”
“Me too.”
“What else do you read?” he asks, stroking his strong fingers over my back. Like I can think when he does that.
I’m in so much trouble here.
seven
LOGAN
Ilook at her while she thinks about my question. I don’t know how the hell I got so lucky but I’m thanking God that I came to this club tonight. I shudder to think if she had met someone else here. She wouldn’t be so thoroughly mine right now.
