Page 91 of Logan
“That’s it, need this pussy ready for me.”
“It’s ready.”
I marvel at her hands roaming from my stomach up to my pecs, her eyes heated as she takes me in. She slides one hand around my cock and I’m in heaven all over again.
I line up against her entrance and slide in as she grips the counter’s edge, her eyes closing. I like how I make her this nuts. “You’re clenchin’,” I say through gritted teeth. “Can feel that sweet pussy grippin’ me. You gonna let Daddy in?”
She leans back on her palms, her tits right there for the taking, and I bend to suck one nipple into my mouth. I play withthe other, then shove the rest of the way in. Payden cries out and I stay seated, enjoying her moans.
“Big,” she stammers.
“Get used to it.”
“That stuff you said before?—”
“Meant every word,” I grit. “Never had a permanent before. Never wanted one until you.”
I cup both tits and hold her gaze.
“That’s a funny way of asking me if I’d like to date you.”
“Wise ass.” I smirk. “I think we’re way past datin’, sugar.”
Her lips twitch and I don’t even care I broke my own rule. I’ve been head over heels for her for quite some time, if I’m being honest. Long before she ever came into my bar asking me if I wanted to fuck.
I pull out, then slide back in, staying seated once more. I want her to feel all of me.
“What if this is just adrenaline?” she pants. “I’ve been through an ordeal. You rescued me. I’m pretending to be dead and on the run. Maybe this is just far more exciting than it really is.”
“Nope.”
“You’re sure?”
I lift my gaze from her incredible body. “I’m sure that I’ve never felt this way before.”
She cups one side of my face and I like it. I like everything she does. “Me either. Even with my exes?—”
I place a finger over her lips. “Let’s not talk about other men while my dick is buried inside you.” I pull out and slam back in. “Now, let’s see if you can scream my name like you did back in New Orleans.”
I roll my hips and she gasps, her hands reaching for my shoulders as we both watch where we’re joined. It occurs to me that we’ve not yet fucked in an actual bed. I guess ourrelationship is kinda unique in many ways, but the only thing I can do is go with my gut. And my gut is telling me not to let her go.
I pound in and out of her and she digs her nails into my shoulders. “Oh,” she moans. “Hustle.”
I ram her harder. It’s my fault. I did tell her to call me that when I was deep inside her, but right now? Right now I don’t give a shit what she calls me, as long as we’re joined like this and I’m making her feel as good as she’s making me feel.
“Take it,” I mutter. “Look so good takin’ all of me, princess.”
“I’m close,” she whines. “Oh, holy—oh, oh!” She tilts her head back and screams my name.
Well, I did encourage it, after all.
I can’t hold on. Seeing her like this, making her mine… it’s too much. I let go, my balls pulling tight as I empty myself, grunting “Angel.” As I grip her ass, grinding her down as her orgasm goes on and on.
When I still, we’re both panting. Payden clings to me, her arms wrapped around me as I glance at her.
“Nobody is ever gonna hurt you, I promise.”
“I love—” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I love that.”
