“Logan—” she gasps, and my name sounds different coming out of her like that. Less guarded and way less careful.
I press my forehead to hers for half a second, just to ground myself, then pull back enough to look at her again.
“Stay with me,” I growl.
She nods immediately.
“I am.”
That does it.
I move with her, finding that rhythm again. It’s faster now, less restrained, like all the tension from the past week finally has somewhere to go.
Her head tilts back, breath catching, and I follow it—kissing along her jaw, her neck, wherever I can reach.
Anywhere and everywhere.
“Tell me to slow down,” I say against her lips, even as I don’t.
She shakes her head immediately.
“Don’t you dare.”
I laugh softly under my breath.
“Didn’t think so.”
The pace shifts—faster now, less careful.
The sheets are twisted beneath us as we move, trying to find something that feels like enough. Her hands are everywhere.
My name slips out of her like she’s not even trying to hold it back anymore.
“Logan. Oh God, Logan. You’re gonna make me come.”
And that—more than anything—is what undoes me.
Her eyes open again, locking on mine.
“Yeah,” I say quietly, more to myself than anything.
“Oh God, here it comes,” she says, and I feel her tighten around me, her pussy gripping me like it was made for me.
I grab hold of her hips and fuck her hard and deep, wrapping my hand around her neck and lightly gripping her.
“Eyes,” I growl. “I want your eyes on me as you come.”
She locks on me with her hazel eyes, moaning something unintelligible. Her tits bounce with every deep stroke, sending me further into a frenzy, but I don’t stop. I can’t stop.
“I’m coming,” she pants, and I’m on fire. My balls draw up toward my cock. But I’m not ready. Just yet.
I hold her down by her waist, watching her pant and moan and writhe, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life. That supple skin, those gorgeous nipples, that long brown hair.
I feel it in the way she pulls me closer, like she can’t get enough, like she’s trying to hold onto something that’s already taking her over.
My grip tightens on her hips, holding her there, watching as everything in her unravels.
And for a second, I don’t move. I just let her have it and let her ride it out.
