Page 33 of Liberated By the Logger

“You like sucking my cock, darling?”

I hum my response, bobbing my head up and down his length and drooling down my chin.

Brose watches me intently as I suck him, his mouth parted in a perfect O. He grunts and curses while he slowly shunts his hips forward to match my rhythm. I stare up at him, giving him the eye contact he demands while the ache in my core grows.

Though I have experience, it’s limited. I’m acting on pure instinct, doing what feels right for him and for me as I nip, tongue, and suck on his cock.

When the twinge between my legs grows unbearable, I slip my hand between my legs. My fingers work my clit in tight circles, easing some of my ache, but not enough to sate me. I whimper, frantically bobbing my head on Brose’s cock and hastily flicking my bean. I want him to come with me.

Brose’s gray eyes darken as he watches my need escalate. “You’re ready.”

He grips my hair at the nape of my neck, holding me in place as he pulls himself free from my mouth in a wet pop. We groan at the loss, both teetering on the edge of release.

“Brose, I need to come,” I whine. “Please, make me come.”

With a growl, Brose yanks my shirt over my head, revealing all of me to him. His eyes rake over me hungrily and he licks his lips. Though he’s already seen me naked, this is the first time I’m conscious for the reveal. I resist the urge to cover myself, something I would’ve done with my previous partners. With Brose I’m at ease—I want him to see all of me, to let him see how he makes me feel safe with him in my nudity.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Aspen,” Brose says, lowering us to the rug.

Brose nestles himself between my legs, forcing me to open them wider to accommodate his larger size. The head of his cock brushes my entrance.

“Shit,” Brose says, pulling away. “I’ll grab a condom quick.”

“Why? We don’t need it,” I blurt. “I’m on the pill.”

Brose reels back in shock, sucking in a lungful of air. “You want me to go bare?”

Eager as we are to connect, this conversation is necessary. “I mean, I’m okay with it if you are. You’ve shown me you care about my safety—I trust you’re as safe with yourself, too. And I’ve always insisted Gary and the rest use condoms⁠—”

“Wait.” Brose holds up a hand to stop me. “You’ve always used condoms with your previous partners while on the pill?”

“Yes. I didn’t want to risk an unwanted pregnancy.”

A mischievous grin consumes Brose’s face. “Yet you’re okay with an unplanned pregnancy with me.”

“I—” I pause, realizing what I spoke aloud. My mouth opens and closes, but I can’t come up with anything to dispute his statement.

Holy shit. I can’t believe I admitted my subconscious thought.

A dark chuckle rumbles in Brose’s chest as he leans over me, pushing his knees between my legs to let him back inside. “Oh, darlin’, you’re fucked.”

My pussy is ready and waiting, eager to have him inside. “You trust me?”

His cock nudges my entrance, primed and ready. “Yes. Besides, I highly doubt pencil dick got around. He’s too busy humping Mother Nature.”

I’m giggling one second and crying out the next. “ARGH!” I can barely think, let alone breathe, as Brose breaches me in one hard thrust.

“Fuck, Aspen.” Brose groans, palming my cheek in his large hand and staring deep into my eyes. “So damn tight. Relax.”

“I’m trying,” I squeak. Closing my eyes a moment, I will my body to go pliant. I’m not exactly hurting, more like I feel overstuffed. “You’re enormous.”

His silent laughter vibrates all the way through his dick, making me bite off a moan.

“You’re good for my ego, Aspen.”

“Cocky bastard,” I mumble, opening my eyes to find Brose smiling down at me.

“About to get a lot cockier, too.”