“Fuck, baby girl. Look at you. All pink. Swollen.” I touched her slowly. Dragging fingers between her slit, coating them with her arousal, making them slippery against her flesh.
“Logan.” Her breathing was off as I dipped my face down and blew lightly against her swollen clit.
“Yes, baby?”
“I need… oh god!” My eyes caught her toes curling, and her fists clenched my bedding.
I had no idea when I left for work the day before that I’d have the woman of my dreams on my bed today. If I had, I’d gone outand bought new bedding, littered it with rose petals, and filled our bedroom with candlelight.
One day, sooner than later, I’d do that for her. Shit, I would do anything to make Vi smile and feel loved. That was now my new mission in life. My priority.
My hand stroked her abdomen, and she said my name again slightly gargled. I loved the way my big paw held the soft roundness of her belly. I gripped it firmly, and when my tongue took its first swipe, her back arched off the mattress.
“Logan!” she cried, and my tongue delved into her opening. Her sweet, tangy feminine essence all but coated my tongue. Her flavor blossomed against my taste buds, and I knew I would never get enough of her. I needed lifetimes to get enough, and even then, I would be a greedy bastard. “Oh god! Lo-Logan! Yes! Please!Don’t stop!” she begged beautifully.
“Don’t worry about that,” I growled before gently spreading her legs wider. “Never gonna get enough of you,” I promised before I kept worshipping at her sex.
I felt like a feral animal.
I ate her like a man possessed. Starved and gluttonous for my beauty. I could faintly make out the sexy-as-sin sounds she made through the roaring in my head.
“Never gonna stop,” I mumbled quickly before going back to eating her. Never. She was mine. Fuck, I could live between her legs for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
“Logan—" She didn’t say another word. Not when her hands took ahold of my hair and held on like I was a bronco, and she was determined to hold on for more than eight seconds. Her back arched and her body spasmed, but I never stopped. I ate her through her orgasm and almost through a second. I knew she was close, but my dick wouldn’t be ignored anymore. When I pulled back, she whimpered.
“What?” Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at me. “Why?” she pouted. “You said?—“
“I know, honey, but my cock needs you.” I didn’t have to say another word. I watched my beautiful angel scramble and kneel in front of me. Together, we took everyarticle of clothing off each other until we were wearing nothing but a smile.
Kneeling on the bed, the sheets a mess below us, I knew my life was about to change.
Everything I knew about it before was about to be obliterated, and I didn’t hesitate. My head dipped down and slowly kissed Violet, hoping she could feel the love I felt already and the hope I felt about our future. My hand cupped the back of her head, and when I pulled away, she made the most adorable little sound.
“Logan,” she whimpered.
“If you changed your mind?—“
“I didn’t.” My sweet little minx didn’t let me finish. I exhaled. Breathing in, I rested my forehead against hers. Vi’s scent enveloped me, and my dick, my poor hard-as-a-rock dick, wept with how I kept stopping. He strained towards her, and her gaze glanced down between us.
“You’re hard.”
“Ignore it,” I demanded. She giggled again.
“I don’t think I’d ever be able to ignore this.” Her hand slipped between us, and I hissed when it wrapped around me. The warmth of her palm as she stroked me up and down with the lightest touch, like she was afraid of hurting me, set my teeth on edge. My hand dropped and covered hers to stop it.
“Baby, I need you to stop,” I panted.
“Why?” she asked, wide-eyed and innocent.
“Because if you don’t, this is going to end before we get started.”
“Oh.” She blushed, and her eyes connected with mine. “Does that happen?”
“Never. It’s you. All you. I want you so goddamn badly…”
“Oh.” She grinned like she was proud of herself, as she should be. I shook my head and focused. This was her first time, and I wanted her to be able to talk to me. I wanted tonight to be something she never forgot. That neither of us did.
“If you do want to stop or if something hurts, we can stop?—"
