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The words, in his deep, throaty voice, almost did me in. As did his grabbing my thighs and sliding my spread legs up his thighs, my butt resting on that base he’d created. Like he was laying me at the foot of an altar for his worshipping.

He looked down at where his hard cock was lying on top of me. “You ready for this?”

I nodded, wriggling my ass onto his thighs, making him grin again. Oh God, the dimple overload alone almost made me come.

“Okay. I wanted slow and sweet, for our first time.” He positioned his cock at my pussy, barely inching it in. “But no. My girl wants it fast.” He ran his hands up my body, squeezing my tits again. “My girl wants my cock bad.” I moaned and put my hands over my head. Wanting to touch him, but needing the stretch of my body at his fullness as he sank deeper into me. “My girl wants to fuck.” He slid his hands down my back, then grabbed my ass and hauled my hips up, deepening his stroke as he started to move more quickly. More forcefully. “Doesn’t she?”

I knew there was a question in there somewhere, probably meant for me. But I couldn’t think what it was, nor what my response was, because my brain was only thinking of the delicious pounding from Logan’s cock.

“Doesn’t she?” he said again, clenching my hips tighter, dragging me even further up his legs while he moved deeper inside.

“What?” I managed to gasp out, dazed with sensation.

“My girl wants to fuck, doesn’t she?” he repeated.

This time the answer was easy. “Yes,” I gasped as his thrust hit a sensitive spot.

“You like this?”

“Yes,” I again gasped. How was he going even deeper while quickening his pace? I knew I wanted it faster, harder, but the heat in my body was more than I thought I could handle.

“You my girl, Megan?” There was something more in his voice, more than just dirty talk. And it would have given me pause, but his pace sped up and the relentless pounding from his cock, and the beauty of his body shuddering and flexing as he did so, broke down any barrier I thought I could keep in place.

“Yes,” I said.

“Yeah, you are. And my girl likes to fuck,” he said again, leaning forward, giving himself more leverage with his knees and his pace sped up. I wrapped my legs around his hips and brought my hands back to his glorious body, running them up his bulky arms, grasping on to thick biceps that tensed under my touch.

“I like to fuckyou, Logan,” I said. Any amusement from his face was gone, and a half growl/half groan escaped him as he went faster, pounding into me, making me hold on even tighter.

And then it exploded. A tingle that started in my scalp and rushed through my body, making me clench and come at the same time. “Megan,” he whispered as my body clung to his, my pussy spasming around his huge, hard cock still pumping into me. “Jesus, I can’t hold out much longer,” he added.

“Don’t hold back. Come with—” My words were cut off by my groan of satisfaction. Both at my own orgasm rushing through my body and that of Logan giving three more powerful thrusts and then throwing his head back with his release. I lifted my head to run my tongue along the corded muscles in his neck, then nipped him where his neck met his shoulder. It caused another thrust from him, which caused more shudders from me.

I don’t know how long we stayed on that ledge. A shift from me would have him push in more with another aftershock, which would in turn cause me to feel more sensations in other places. I rubbed my tits against the hair on his chest, loving the abrasion. With a hand on my knee, he pushed my thigh up higher along his hip.

Finally,finally, we came back down, the overwhelming sensations dulling just enough to allow other body parts to come back into play.

Our voices, which were used to exclaim how good we made each other feel, and laugh at the delight we’d just brought to each other.

Our hands, which played with each other, Logan intertwining his with mine and lifting them both over my head to rest on the pillow, careful not to trap me in my hair.

Our minds, which were definitely on the same path as he stared into my eyes, letting me know that it was the same experience for him as it was for me. Deep. Meaningful. And oh, so good.

And our hearts, which were now tangled up together as much as our hands and legs were. As our whole bodies were. Complicated. Precarious.

And oh, so good.

Chapter22

Logan

I wanted her from day one. But it took a year.

I couldn’t believeMegan was actually in my bed. In my arms. Wrapped tightly around me like I was some kind of lifeline. When the truth was, she was mine.

I had made her out to be just that for the past year.

I almost lost it when I’d walked into the house on the first Friday and seen her at our bar checking out the room. It took only half a second to deduce that it was indeed her, because she’d straightened her hair, when last year she’d worn it curly every time I saw her.