Page 13 of Hot Pursuit (Love To The Rescue #1)

“Never. It’s you. All you. I want you so goddamn badly…”

“Oh.” She grinned like she was proud of herself, as she should be. I shook my head and focused. This was her first time, and I wanted her to be able to talk to me. I wanted tonight to be something she never forgot. That neither of us did.

“If you do want to stop or if something hurts, we can stop?—"

“But—“

“Just a pause,” I cut her off, and she blinked.

“You’re mine, princess. Today, tomorrow, always.

Is that understood?” She nodded. “Since you’re mine, I need to know you feel good.

If something’s too much or hurts, all you have to do is say something, and we can pause.

Take a moment. I never want to hurt you.

” She stared at me with her beautiful wide eyes before they dropped and she shyly looked back up at me through her thick, dark lashes and nodded.

“I need the words, Vi.” Her hands rose and cupped my face, making my eyes flutter shut. Jesus, just her sweet touch could make me come undone.

“I’ll tell you if I need us to slow down or stop. I promise.”

“And if you’re hurting?—“

“I know,” she whispered, a breath away from my lips. Too close. And whatever string of control I had broke. I lifted her up even though we were in bed, and her pretty legs wrapped around my waist. I hefted us towards the headboard, where I adjusted us so I was sitting with her straddling me.

“I want you on top.”

“Really?” she asked.

“You’re still sore from yesterday, and this way, you can be in control of how much you can take.”

“Oh.” She chewed on her bottom lip nervously.

“Look at me, gorgeous.” Her gaze locked with mine. “You got this, beautiful. You can do it.”

“I just… I don’t know what I’m doing.” Her eyes bore into mine, and our heartbeats synced.

“I’ll walk you through it. There is nothing you have to worry about, princess.” When I shifted, the head of my dick slid perfectly between her folds, and I winced.

“Did I hurt you?” she asked with so much innocence, but all I could do was grunt.

“No. Not at all.” I swallowed hard. My hands gripped her flared hips. “You’re so wet.”

“I’m sorry.” Even her apology was fucking sexy. My cock jerked, twitching against her dewiness.

“I’m not.” My tongue skimmed my lower lip. I breathed in, and damn, I could smell her arousal. She made my mouth water. I wanted her more than anything in the world. “I love how wet you are for me, Violeta. Your body knows you belong to me.”

“Why is that so hot?” she purred, lifting up. Our attention went between our bodies. I reached for my dick and glided it against her.

“Because it’s you and me. We belong together. Look at all this honey,” I growled. The head of my dick was shiny with her essence. “So much for me. You’re all nice and wet so I can slide right in, aren’t you, princess?” I asked filthily.

It was her first time. I should be whispering sweet nothings, but judging by the way her breathing shallowed and her eyes dilated, my girl liked it dirty. She nodded, and I swallowed. “We still good?” I asked with an edge to my tone.

“Perfect,” she whispered. I lined myself up her entrance.

Again, there was something in her eyes, recognition of some kind.

Her body’s natural instinct kicked in, and she started to drop down.

Her little opening was tight, and as I started to slip in, stretching her wet warmth, I thought if I died right there, I’d be a happy man.

“Slow, princess.” There was a roughness in my voice. My grip on her ass tightened, and I forced my eyes to stay open. It was hard. She felt so damn good I was afraid of embarrassing myself.

“Wow,” she whispered. Her gaze glittered with awe. Her sweet tightness clenched around me, feeling me, tentatively getting used to the invasion of my dick into her body. “You feel so good, Logan. I didn’t know it could be like this.”

“Princess.” Her sweet little words had me on edge. My toes curled and my muscles tightened while my girl rose and dropped back down, taking just the tip. Unknowingly and innocently giving me a show with how her pretty tits bounced and jiggled.

“This is so much better than my toys,” she gasped, taking me just a little deeper inside of her. She was tight. So tight, I knew it was the right call to have her ride me this first time. There was no way I would have had the self-control of going as slowly as she needed had I been on top of her.

“Fuck,” I cursed. The image of her in bed, playing, giving me a show, hit me hard and made me even harder, something she most definitely felt as her eyes widened.

“You got thicker,” she breathed, rising up and then dropping down.

I wasn’t a patient man by any means. I never had been. But it was something that came naturally with Violet. There was an overwhelming need to give her exactly what she needed and wanted that plowed through everything else. All that mattered was my girl.

“Take your time,” I gruffed. Her forehead pressed against mine and the sweetness of her breath tickled my lips.

“I want more,” she whimpered as wetness dripped between us. “I need more.”

“Take what you want, baby girl. It’s all yours. I’m yours.” I was going too fast but somehow bit back those three little words that were dying to come out. Not because I didn’t feel them but because I was afraid of scaring her off.

“Logan,” she breathed and sank down again.

This time, she didn’t stop at the tip. Her body stretched and slowly took me inside of her.

Inch by inch, she enveloped me as her muscles clenched and relaxed, squeezing me.

My hand wrapped around the back of her head, and I kissed her.

Swallowing her sweet little sounds as she took me all the way inside.

Base to root filled her body, and just like that, my world would never be the same as the two of us became one.

“You feel so damn good, Vi.”

“You feel even better,” she gasped. Her hips started to move faster.

Sweat slicked both our bodies as she pressed her chest against mine.

Those tight little dark nipples dragged against me, causing deliciously sinful sensations I felt all the way down to my toes.

My hand left her hip and cupped her beautiful full breast, my thumb skimming her turgid nipple before pulling on it.

“Yes!” she hissed, her head flying back, exposing her neck to me.

My lips touched it while I tugged and pulled on the nipple before dipping my head down and taking it into my mouth.

“Shit!” she squealed. Her hands pulled my head closer to her, like she didn’t want me to stop.

She squeezed around my cock, milking me.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” I rasped against her nipple, my eyes meeting hers. “This okay? Too much or—“ I tried to check in, but she proved she was more than okay.

“Perfect.” She shook her head. “Please, both,” she sweetly requested.

I grinned, loving that she was comfortable enough to ask for what she needed.

Both my hands took her breasts, and I switched, giving each its own attention.

She was so damn responsive I knew I would try to make her come just like that one day.

“Logan! I— oh god! So good!” She rolled her hips, grinding her little swollen clit against my pubic bone. “Lo-Logan! You feel so good.” She dragged her body against mine, riding me hard. She quickly got into a rhythm. My girl was a natural.

“Jesus.” My hands dropped from her breasts.

One went to her hip, hefting her up closer against me, making her gasp.

Not that I let her lips parting go to waste.

My mouth crashed against hers and deepened the kiss.

Nothing but tongues dueling and dancing against one another while my free hand tugged her hair close to her scalp.

It was passionate messy and so damn good I was fucking close to coming.

“Jesus, baby,” I groaned as her pretty body moved up and down. “Shit, baby.”

It was too damn good. I was old enough to be able to hold back, to have some kind of control, but Violet and her tight little pussy had a chokehold on me. My only saving grace was the way her little cunt started to squeeze and clench around me. She was close.

“Lo-Logan!” she cried out, and I felt a rush of heat just before her tight little pussy started to milk me. Gripping me tightly, it convulsed and spasmed, pulling me in deeper. My balls grew tight. I moved a hand between us, needing her to come again for me before I filled her body with my release.

“Come for me, baby. Again,” I demanded roughly. Her lips parted.

“I don’t think…” she gasped. I started to rub circles around her still swollen and very sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Don’t think, just feel.” Like a good girl, she nodded for me. Giving me exactly what I’d asked for. Her hands clung to my shoulders, the tips of her nails digging into my skin.

“Good girl. Just like that. Fuck, beautiful. Give it to me. Find it,” I gritted through my teeth.

Her half-hooded gaze locked with mine, and I watched, completely captivated, as she did what I’d begged for her to do.

She came a second time, screaming out my name as a rush of wetness coated me.

I couldn’t hold back. I flipped her over, and her back didn’t bounce off the mattress before I was on top of her body, railing into her.

Her limbs held on to me, pulling me close to her, making me sink impossibly deep inside of her body.

“Yes!” she cried out. “Logan!” Her lips touched mine, then my neck and my collarbone. “Just like that! Oh god, Logan,” she panted against my overheated skin, and when she started to squeeze around me again, I lost it.

“Violeta,” I groaned, hiding my face in the crook of her neck while ribbon after ribbon of my seed flooded her womb and the pleasure I felt rushed through me.

My senses slowly returned to me. Droplets of sweat trickled down the back of my neck.

My breathing was still off when I lifted my head and stared at my beautiful princess.

Her eyes were shut, and she had a happy and more than satisfied smile painted on her face.

“Wow,” she sighed. “I never thought…” She paused, and I watched, completely enraptured with the way her eyes fluttered open, as her sweet and shy gaze connected with mine. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

“Like what?”

“Better than a book,” she whispered. A rough chuckle sounded from me before I dipped my head down to kiss the tip of her nose then nuzzling it with mine.

“I love you, Violeta,” I whispered. The words spilled past my lips. I braced to feel her soft body locking tightly underneath mine, but it didn’t happen. Instead, my sweet precious girl wrapped her limbs around me and held me tightly.

“I love you, too,” she said, gifting me the most beautiful words I could have ever imagined being spoken to me.