Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
“I started taking them last fall, but they made my period last for three weeks, so I stopped.” A pang of disappointment pierced my chest. I was so ready to do this tonight.
He held my gaze for a long moment, seemingly torn.
“I’ll pull out,” he said, already positioning himself between my legs.
I gasped as the blunt head of his cock touched my entrance. My body tensed on instinct. He paused to run his hands up and down my arms in a soothing gesture.
“Relax, Hails. I’ve got you. It’s going to hurt a little since this is your first time, but it won’t hurt forever. I’ll go slow.”
I took a few deep breaths, encouraging my muscles to relax. Soon after, he pressed forward, slowly driving his big cock into me. I held onto his shoulders as the enormity of the situation hit me. I was losing my virginity to Logan. Things would never go back to normal after this. I would never be normal again.
He drew back slightly and then continued pressing forward. It was a tight fit. I felt my muscles stretching to accommodate him. It wasn’t too painful, just a little uncomfortable.
“We’re almost past the hard part,” he said, the apology clear in his voice. “You’re doing great, Hails. Just a little more.”
He kissed me as he surged forward. A stinging pain and a slight burn made me cry out into his mouth. I instinctively dug my nails into the skin of his shoulders. If my scratches hurt him, he didn’t let it show. He peppered my face with kisses as he waited for my body to adjust to the thickness of his cock.
After a few experimental thrusts, he reached between us and found my clit. Pleasure quickly overtook the momentary pain, and I soon found my hips rocking up to meet his thrusts. He exhaled heavily.
“You feel so fucking good, Hailee. Better than I ever imagined.”
I couldn’t help smiling with pride. With his thumb on my clit, I was able to forget about the fleeting pain of his entry. He drew back and rocked forward again, making slow, deep strokes that sparked pleasure each time he bottomed out inside me. I gazed up into his handsome, familiar face, as he eased into a steady rhythm.
“I can’t believe you’re really here beneath me,” he said.
“Believe it.” I knew that he was being gentle with me, but it didn’t seem to diminish his own pleasure. His enjoyment was written in the lines on his face.
I raised my legs and tilted my hips, allowing his cock to bottom out at just the right angle inside me, over and over again. I hadn’t expected to come during my first penetrative experience, but my orgasm slammed into me without warning. I cried out for Logan as my core tightened around his cock.
“Oh shit,” he hissed, his movements jerky. “Oh fuck, I need to…” Before he could finish the sentence, I felt his cock pulse inside me, filling me with heat.
We continued to cling to each other long after the last orgasmic spasms had subsided. Finally, Logan pulled out of me. He went into the attached bathroom just long enough to grab a hand towel, which he used to gently wipe between my legs. I tried to wriggle away, feeling embarrassed that he wouldn’t trust me to clean myself properly, but he caught my ankle and spread my legs again.
“Let me take care of you,” he said.
I stopped moving, touched that he was in fact doing this for me because he wanted to.
“You…you didn’t pull out.”
He hung his head, apparently lost in thought for a moment. “I know. I just… When you started to come, I couldn’t make myself pull out. I had to know what you felt like from the inside when… But I didn’t mean to…”
I opened my arms to him. He set the towel aside and then returned to bed to be with me. I didn’t need his explanation. I knew how easy it was to get caught up in the pleasure of a single moment. After all, I had made myself come while thinking about him countless times before. But as we held each other in the dark, I couldn’t help worrying that his fears could be rooted in more than just his inability to pull out. The thought that he might already regret what we’d done had my sinuses burning.
“Do you wish we hadn’t done that?” I asked.
His body tensed against me. “Why? Do you regret it?”
“No. But I’m scared that you will in the morning.”
He gathered me into his arms and cradled my head against his chest, stroking my hair.
“I probably should regret it,” he said, “but I don’t. I’ll admit to being a terrible uncle and a shit brother. But I would do it all again in a heartbeat just to have you for one night.”