Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25616 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
“Fuck, baby,” I hiss through gritted teeth as I pound into her fast and hard. “Whose pussy is this?”
“Yours,” she cries out, wild and breathless. “All yours, Logan. It’s always been yours.”
“Fucking right, it has.”
I grab her perfect ass and fuck her hard and deep while I stare at her tight little asshole. It looks so fucking tempting.
She grabs a fistful of sheets and screams, her cheek on the mattress, her mouth open, her eyes squeezed shut. My girl is about to cum. I can feel her ready to burst.
“Do it,” I growl as I fuck her faster and harder, plunging my hard dick in and out of her tight little pussy at a furious pace. “Cum on me, baby. Cum on my cock.”
She erupts.
The whole damn city might hear that scream as she cums all over a man’s dick for the first time. Her pussy grips me like a fist, wet and wild and pulsing, trying to make me cum too.
It feels so good that I can’t hold it back.
I grab her ass—way too hard—thrust in deep, and release inside her, unloading every drop of hot cum I’ve built up for her. Her virgin pussy squeezes and milks me as it takes every hot pulse from my cock.
“Oh, Logan,” she moans.
My body shakes as my cock pulses one last time inside her, transferring every drop of seed into her ripe little womb.
She collapses into the pillows and I collapse beside her.
For a moment, there’s only the sound of our breathing—ragged, unsteady, and completely spent. Her skin is flushed, glowing in the firelight, and her eyes flutter closed like she’s drifting off somewhere between dreams and bliss.
I slide my arm under her body and pull her against my chest. She curls into me like she belongs here. Like she always has.
I stroke her back, slow and gentle, grounding us both.
“I’ve got you,” I whisper into her ear. “I’ll always have you.”
Her hand slides down my arm and I can feel her smiling against my chest.
“I know.”
This wasn’t just sex. It was the farthest thing imaginable from a casual hookup.
It was everything. It was soulmates expressing their love.
I press a kiss to her temple, letting gratitude and love swell through every inch of my body.
She saved me. She opened my eyes.
She’s changed everything.
And for all that, I’m never letting her go.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Amber
“Munchies,” I whisper as I crouch down beside the kitchen island like I’m negotiating with a tiny, furry terrorist. “Please, buddy. Just one more bite. There’s no way you tasted the pill I crushed in there. You’re being dramatic.”
He stares at me like I just tried to poison him—which, I guess, from his perspective, I did. His flat, smushed face is stone cold.
‘I cannot be tricked, stupid human,’ I imagine him saying.
I sigh and flop onto the tile floor, still holding the dish of organic duck pâté infused with a tiny, barely-there sliver of thyroid medication. Willow gave me a full booklet of instructions on how to medicate this drama queen. None of them are working. I try another gentle nudge and Munchies responds by dramatically flopping on his back beside me. What a diva.
It’s been six days since I arrived and Logan and I have been inseparable. If I’m not in his bed, he’s in mine. If I’m not riding in the passenger seat of his fast Italian car, I’m riding him on his couch while a movie plays in the background. We haven’t gotten to the end of one movie yet. His mouth, hands, and big firm cock are much more entertaining than anything Hollywood can offer.
He’s coming over for dinner tonight after work, which is why I’m currently sweating in Willow’s intimidating kitchen. It’s fit for a chef, but unfortunately, all it has tonight is me. I’m trying really hard not to mess up a pot of spaghetti.
“I can do this,” I whisper to myself as I stare at the wooden beams running along the ceiling.
Munchies frowns at me as if saying, ‘No, you can’t. You really can’t.’
It’s only three ingredients and boiling water. But I didn’t strain the noodles fast enough and they’re looking a little soggy. Plus, the sauce smells tangy in a way that makes me nervous.
“Dude,” I say, turning back to the cat. “Are you going to take your pill or what?”
He flicks his tail like it personally offends him that I’m still talking about this.
“Fine, whatever,” I say as I get up and look at the gooey monstrosity in the pot again, wincing because it somehow looks even worse. “Have your thyroid explode. See if I care.”
Munchies slowly gets up like he’s doing the world a favor and then starts to eat his organic duck pâté as I watch, holding my breath.
“Yes!” I whisper when he actually eats the pill. He must taste the bitterness because he stares up at me like I’ve betrayed him.