Page 112 of Riding the Sugar High

“Logan, please,” I insist. I grab a handful of his hair and use it to pull his face closer. “Fill me up.”

Goosebumps spread across my skin as he kisses me hard and fast. “Don’t say that.”

“I want to feel it dripping out of me.”

“Stop talking,” he pleads as his hips buck forward and he bottoms out.

“Show me I’m yours,” I insist, my voice trembling as my back arches. “Please, cowboy.”

With a grunt, he slows down, his movements stuttering until his jaw clenches. “I’m coming, Primrose. I—” He gasps, his eyes widening as if he wasn’t prepared for the pleasure that’s hitting him. “Should I—p-pull out?”

When I shake my head, he drives deeper into me, finally letting go as he releases one loud, feral moan after the other. “Oh—your cunt—god—” He spears his tongue into my mouth as his cock twitches, spurting his pleasure inside me. He whimpers—whimpers—as his hand grips my hip in a tight hold. Then his head falls next to mine, and slowly, I feel his orgasm trickle out of me.

He breathes hard, his whole body resting on mine and his hips jerking as if he wants to bury himself even deeper.

I’ve never seen anyone come this hard.

Twisting my neck, I kiss the side of his head as he catches his breath. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” he whispers. His hand rubs my side, and he kisses my shoulder. “Are you?”

“Yes.” More than okay. I feel wanted. I feel sexy and lusted over. I feel his need for me tingle through every inch of my skin.

His chest rises, and looking down between us, he pulls out, then back in again slowly. “I’m not going to stop,” he says as he continues thrusting. Is hestillhard? Hardagain? I have no idea, but this is the first time a man has come inside me, and feeling his cock push against the cum till it spills out...I groan and writhe against him.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he mumbles. His finger circles my clit, and when I squeeze him, his rhythm picks up. He reaches back, then with one hand only, slides his helmet on. “I want you to see how pretty you look when I bottom out inside you.”

I breathe as he pulls his visor down, every nerve in me firing up. My eyes are bluer than normal as they stare back at me through the reflective surface, my cheeks red and my mouth open in surprised delight.

He sinks in roughly, and I force my eyes to untwist to watch my breath catch, my chest rising sharply.

“You see now, Barbie?” he says. “I’ve pictured what you’d look like pressed underneath me for close to two weeks, and not even in my filthiest fantasies would I have imagined this.”

He pulls back, then rams in again, a moan slipping out of me as my nails sink into his arms.

“Isn’t it perfect?” He fucks hard and slow. “Aren’t. You. Perfect?” he continues, each word accompanied by a new snap of his hips.

“Harder.” I almost can’t speak, the words dragging out of my lips, exacerbated by desperation and need. “Fuck me harder.” His cock slides in and out, hits all my nerves, and yet I need more.

“Harder, huh?” he asks, leaning forward and resting his weight on one hand. “You might just be made for me, Barbie.”

With a long, low hum, I nod frantically.

Still punishingly thrusting into me, but at an excruciatingly slow pace, he says, “Ask nicely.”

I grab the hair at his nape and grind my teeth as the pleasure intensifies. “Please, fuck me harder.”

He holds my legs over his shoulder, and I relish the delicious stretch as his rhythm picks up. “How am I not breaking you?” he breathes, each of his motions landing with a loud thump of his body on mine, a pleasure I can’t put into words.

He should be breaking me. He’s thrusting so hard, I should be crying out in pain. But the strength of it just makes it better, makes me want to do it all day long.

“Oh my god!” Heat zips to the pit of my stomach, pleasure exploding like fireworks in the back of my mind. “Logan—Logan!”

Tears spill down the sides of my face as the orgasm rolls through me. I clench again and again, like it’ll never end. Like this is the peak of my life.

His thrusts falter, his hands tightening on my hips. “Do you want my cum again, little backpack?”