Virgin Bride(101)

He releases me and pulls me back to the cot. Before he can put me down on it, I push him back, forcing him to sit down on the edge. Once he’s there, I straddle him.

“I want to feel you,” I whisper in his ear, not sure where this is coming from.

“Go ahead, Riley,” he says back. “Ride my fucking cock. Feel all you want.”

I reach back and position myself then slowly sink down along his thick length.

I groan, tipping my head back as he teases my nipple with his teeth again. I begin to slide up and down, working my hips as I ride his hard cock.

I slam down on him as he grips my hips and kisses my neck. I can feel that intense pleasure building inside of me, and I know that I won’t last long. Not as our bodies start to sweat in the warm night. I was so close when he came in and now I’m going to finally release.

I continue moving, sliding, his hands all over my body, slamming me down onto his cock, slapping my ass, gripping my hips, teasing my breasts. He’s all over every inch of me and I love it, need it, as my hips move, twisting and working, my back arched, tension flowing.

And then I feel it. My toes curl as I come hard. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my forehead into his chest as I come. He grunts and fucks me through it, pushing it harder, driving the pleasure into peak intensity.

And just as it passes, he stands and moves me off him. He roughly presses me back down onto the cot on my knees, spread wide, and I press my hands against the wall to brace myself.

He takes my hips and thrusts into me. I gasp as he fucks me like a savage animal from behind, rocking into me, slamming me, filling me. I want him so badly, need him to take me however he wants. I’m so blinded by pure bliss that all I can see is Logan and nothing else.

He fucks my body, hands cupping my breasts then slapping my ass. I love that feeling and I’m sure there’s a red handprint on my milky white skin. That just drives me crazy as I buck back against him.

He groans, grunting, his whole body going stiff. I work faster, bucking and twisting my ass and back. I want him to fill me, come deep inside my pussy, give me what I need.

He groans and grips my hips. I can feel him coming and I moan along with him, working my hips, making it good. He grunts and as he finishes, and we collapse onto the cot together, his arms wrapped around me.

We spend a few minutes in silence. I can hear his heart hammering in his chest and we’re both drenched in sweat from the exertion.

I let myself enjoy this moment. I don’t think too hard about anything or wonder what this all means, I just enjoy the feeling of my head against his chest. That’s all that matters to me, and I don’t let anything else intrude.

We pass some time like that in silence. Finally, I feel him stir and I look up at him.

“Riley ...“

“It’s okay,” I say softly.

“I’m sorry.” He frowns at me. “For all of this.”

“I know.” I kiss his chest.

“I need to tell you something.”

“What?”

I watch him, curious, and I can tell that he’s struggling. There’s something he wants to tell me, probably the truth about him, but some reason he can’t. I want to yell out, tell him he can tell me absolutely anything, but instead I just wait.

“Danger is coming,” he finally whispers. “Something is happening here. You need to be careful.”

I nod against his chest. “Okay.”

“Really. Riley.” He stares at me and I can see the intensity in his expression. “I’ll protect you as best I can, but if they come for you, don’t resist.”

“Okay,” I say again, a shiver running down my spine.

Gently, he disentangles himself from me. I watch as he dresses, wrapped in my blankets. When he’s done, he looks back at me.

“I’ll see you in the morning,” he says.

I nod once and then he disappears.

His warning sends chills down my spine again. If they come for me, I’m supposed to do whatever they ask of me. What if it’s something terrible, like he described to me? Maybe it would just be worse if I resisted, and he’s trying to make it as easy on me as possible. Or maybe it’s more horrible than that and he knows they’re coming for me, but wants to soften me up.

No, I can’t think that. I can’t get sucked back into that. Logan is on my side and that’s the decision I’m making. I’ll do whatever he says because I know he has my best interest at heart.

I lie back on my cot and close my eyes, hoping that his worst case scenario never comes about.





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Logan





It’s more than just sex. It has been since the beginning, but that’s just becoming incredibly clear to me now. Maybe I’m a slow learner, but I’m starting to see just what I’m willing to risk for Riley, and what that means for me.