Chapter 4: Climax
Logan wasn't new to be. If I was being honest, I'd wanted him since before his wife passed away. And i wanted him now. "I want it, Logan," I whispered, my voice thick with desire. "I want you to fuck me, hard and fast."
Logan's eyes darkened, and he let out a low growl, his hands tightening on my hips. "Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot on my face. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Elena. I'm going to make you feel everything."
I reached up and pulled his head down to mine, crushing my lips to his in a hungry, desperate kiss.
"I need to hear you say you want it all. It's beyond just fucking. During this, and after this, you're mine. The words echoed in my mind as Logan's mouth ravaged mine, his hands gripping me so tightly I could feel the imprint of his fingers through my clothes. I moaned into his mouth, my body aching with need, with desire, with a hunger I'd never felt before.
Logan's hands roamed my body, exploring every curve, every line, as if he were a cartographer mapping out new territory. His hands were rough, calloused, and every touch sent a jolt of electricity straight to my core.
I moaned into his mouth, my nails digging into his shoulders, pulling him closer. Logan growled, the sound low and feral, and he lifted me up, pinning me against the wall. I wrapped my legs around his waist, feeling his thick cock pressing against my center through his jeans.
"Is this what you want, Elena?" he rasped, his voice thick with need. "You want me to fuck you against this wall like a fucking animal?"
"Yes," I gasped, my head falling back against the wall as he ground against me.
"I want you to fuck me like an animal, Logan. I want you to make me feel alive."
Logan let out a low growl, his hands gripping my ass tighter as he carried me across the room. He kicked open a door, and I realized we were in the bedroom. He tossed me onto the bed, and I bounced slightly, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
"Take off your clothes," he commanded, his voice harsh with need.
I complied quickly, my hands shaking as I pulled off my shirt and jeans, leaving me in just my bra and panties.
Logan stood at the foot of the bed, his eyes scanning my body like a starving man looking at a feast. I could see the bulge in his jeans, the desire practically radiating off him in waves.
"Fuck, you're beautiful, Elena," he growled, his voice thick with lust. "Take off the rest. I want to see every inch of you."
I reached behind me, unhooking my bra and slipping it off, tossing it to the floor. Logan's gaze was intense, his eyes dark with desire as they roamed over my naked body.
I could see the fire burning in his eyes, the raw hunger that mirrored my own. He took a step closer, his hands going to the button of his jeans.
"You're fucking stunning, Elena," he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. "But I need to taste you first."
He knelt down at the edge of the bed, his hands gripping my thighs as he spread my legs wide. I gasped as he leaned in, his breath hot against my pussy through the thin fabric of my panties.
He inhaled deeply, his eyes closing for a moment as he savored my scent.
"Fuck, you smell incredible," he murmured, his voice a low growl that sent a wave of heat crashing over me. "I could fucking drown in your scent, Elena. I could fucking bathe in it."
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties, slowly pulling them down my legs. I lifted my hips to help him, feeling a rush of anticipation as he tossed them aside and finally, finally, I was naked before him.
Logan groaned, the sound low and dark, as he spread my legs wider and leaned in closer. I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin, could see the shadows cast by his beard as he moved in to taste me.
"Fuck," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver straight to my core. "You're so fucking wet, Elena. So fucking ready for me."
I moaned, my hips bucking against his face as he slid his tongue through my folds, tasting me, teasing me.
"Fuck, yes," I gasped, my breath coming in ragged pants. "Logan, please."
He growled, the sound vibrating against my clit, making me cry out with pleasure. He sucked my sensitive nub into his mouth, his tongue lashing against it as he fucked me with his fingers.
"Oh God, yes," I moaned, my hands fisting the sheets.
Logan was relentless, his tongue and fingers working in harmony to drive me to the brink of ecstasy. He stared up at me, his gray eyes locked onto mine as he devoured me.
I could see the raw desire, the primal need, in his gaze, and it sent a jolt of heat straight to my core.
"You taste like fucking heaven, Elena," he growled, his voice a low rumble that resonated through me. "I could eat you all fucking night."
I whimpered, my hips bucking against his face as he lapped at my pussy like a man starved. I could feel my orgasm building, the pressure growing with each flick of his tongue, each thrust of his fingers.
"Come for me, Elena," Logan commanded, his voice harsh and demanding.
"Show me how much you want this."
I threw my head back, my body arching off the bed as the pleasure exploded through me. His tongue and fingers worked in tandem, driving me higher and higher until I was screaming his name, my body shaking and convulsing with the force of my orgasm.
Logan didn't stop until I was a quivering, gasping mess, my legs shaking and my heart pounding in my chest. He slowly pulled his fingers out of me, bringing them to his lips and sucking them clean.
"Fucking delicious," he murmured, his eyes locked onto mine.
"Now it's my turn."
I panted, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of my orgasm. Logan stood, his massive erection straining against his jeans. He unbuttoned them with shaking hands, pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, thick and hard, the tip glistening with precum.
"Holy shit," I gasped, my eyes widening at the sight of him. He was enormous, the biggest cock I'd ever seen. Fear and excitement warred within me, and I felt a fresh wave of wetness between my legs.
I licked my lips, anticipation coursing through my veins like liquid fire.
Logan saw my reaction and a wicked grin spread across his face. "You like what you see?" he asked, his voice a low growl.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. "Yes," I breathed. "I like it very much."
He smirked, stroking his cock with one hand. "Because I'm about to breed you baby girl."
He took a step forward, the head of his cock grazing my stomach and leaving a trail of pre-cum in its wake. "And I want to see your fucking face when you cum all over my cock."
He grabbed my ankles and pulled me further down the bed, forcing my legs to spread wide. He rubbed the head of his cock against my pussy, his eyes never leaving mine. I whimpered, feeling the pressure, the stretching, as he slowly pushed into me.
"Jesus, Elena," Logan groaned, his forehead dropping to mine as he tried to control his thrusts.
"You're so fucking tight. So fucking hot."
"Logan," I moaned, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders, "don't hold back. Please. I want all of you."
He let out a low growl, and I felt him bottom out inside me, his hips now grinding against mine. "Fuck, Elena," he panted, his voice thick with need. "You feel so goddamn good."
He began to move, his hips pistoning against mine, his cock filling me completely with each thrust. I could feel every inch of him, every vein and ridge as he slid in and out of me.
It was like his cock was made just for me, filling me completely and hitting all the right spots.
"Fuck, I can't believe how good you feel," Logan groaned, his voice ragged with need. "You're fucking perfect, Elena."
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me. "I've been waiting for this," I gasped, my body on fire with need. "I've been waiting for you."
Logan's eyes darkened, and he leaned down, capturing my mouth in a fierce kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, mirroring the movements of his cock.
It was rough, dominant, and completely consuming. I moaned into his kiss, my hips rising to meet his every thrust. The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the room, a primal symphony that drove me wild.
Logan's hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh. He broke the kiss, panting heavily. "You take me so fucking well, Elena. Your pussy is just as tight as I imagined."
I whimpered at his words, my body aching with a mixture of pain and pleasure. "More, Logan. I want more."
He growled, a sound that sent shivers down my spine.
"You want more, baby? You want me to fuck you even harder?"
I nodded eagerly, my breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, Logan. Give it to me. All of it."
He smirked, gripping my hips tighter as he started to thrust into me with more force.
"Fuck, yes," I cried out, my nails digging into his shoulders. "Harder, Logan. Harder. Come inside me. Fill me up. I need to feel you everywhere."
Logan's eyes darkened, and he began to move faster, harder. Each thrust was brutal, each withdrawal slow and torturous.
"You're mine, Elena," he rasped, his voice thick with desire. "You're mine to fuck, mine to breed. Say it."
The raw, primal possession in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. I arched my back, pushing myself against him, feeling his cock stretch and fill me completely.
"I'm yours, Logan," I gasped.
"I'm all yours. Fill me up, make me yours."
Logan's eyes flashed with more than just desire—they burned with possession, with a hunger that sent a shiver down my spine. He began to move with a brutality that I never knew I craved, each thrust deep and hard, filling me completely before withdrawing almost entirely. The friction sent waves of pleasure crashing through me, and I could feel the pressure building again.
"That's it, baby," Logan growled. "Take my cock. Take all of it. Your pussy was made for me, wasn't it? I'm about to come inside you," Logan moaned.
I cried out as Logan filled me up. The sensation of him pressing against my cervix sent a jolt of pain and pleasure through me, making me see stars. My hands gripped his shoulders, digging into his flesh as I tried to anchor myself against the relentless onslaught of his cock as he went soft inside me.
Logan pullled out of me and kissed my lips. They felt bruised and swollen, tender from his rough kisses.
"You belong to me, baby girl.
You and our child," Logan declared, his voice a low rumble that made my heart flutter.
He kissed me again, his lips soft and tender this time, as if savoring the taste of me. I could feel his heart pounding against mine, our bodies still entwined in a sweaty, sated embrace.
I stroked his cheek, feeling the rough stubble against my fingertips. "Our child," I whispered, a small smile playing on my lips. The idea of having a family with Logan, of building a life together, filled me with a warmth I'd never known before.