Virgin Bride(94)

“I come here sometimes,” he says. “I can be alone in here.”

“What did you bring me in here for?” I ask him, smiling.

“You know why you’re here.”

He reaches forward and takes my hips, pulling me toward him. I put my hands on his muscular chest, looking up at the moonlight in his eyes. “Logan,” I say.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he says quickly. “You know that already. But goddamn, Riley, I want you more than I’ve ever wanted something before.” He takes my hair and tips my head back. I gasp and grip his shirt, wanting it, needing it.

“I’m already yours,” I say. “You know that.”

“No kneeling. No games. Just the two of us for real.”

“For a little while,” I say.

“That’s right,” he whispers, lips so close to my neck, my ear. “For a little while, for tonight. Just you and I.”

“I’m here with you. Whatever you want,” I say, desire rushing through me, my heart hammering in my chest.

He groans and then crushes my lips with his.





18





Logan





I didn’t bring her out here for this reason, but as soon as our lips touch, I know I have to have her.

Everything we’ve done, the games, the tension, it all leads up to this. Alone with her in this small cave, secluded from the entire world, we can finally be free. At least for a little while.

She looks perfect in the moonlight as it filters down through the entrance in the rocks. Her full lips hang open as I pull off her shirt and she fumbles with my belt.

I’m so hard I can barely fucking stand it. I cup her perfect breasts and tease her nipple between my fingers as my other hand weaves into her hair. I hold it tight as I kiss her and she finally gets my belt off, pressing her hand down the front of my jeans.

I grunt as her hand wraps around my cock and slowly begins to stroke my length. It feels different out here, more intense and feverish, probably because we’re doing this of our own free will. There are no guards outside the door or roaming the hallways and no Anton to question what’s happening.

It’s just the two of us. I tip her head back and kiss her neck, feeling starved for her body as my hand slowly moves down her stomach. She gasps when I slide it down beneath her panties and I find her soaking little clit, swollen and wet with need.

“That’s what I thought,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dripping wet for me already.”

“I can’t help it,” she moans as I press two fingers inside of her.

“Is this what you want?” I ask. “Are you finally going to give yourself to me?”

“Yes,” she moans. “I need this. I ...I’m glad it’s not back in that place.”

“Me too,” I say, and then I kiss her again.

Her moans fill my mouth as I begin to stroke her pussy, sliding my fingers in and out of her slick spot. I grunt in return as her grip on my cock gets tighter and she slides her hand along my shaft.

I can’t take it anymore as I back her up against the cave wall. I spin her around suddenly, spreading her legs wide. I get her pants down around her knees, pulling her soaking useless panties down as well, and reveal her perfect wet pussy from behind.

I drop to my knees behind her, hands on her hips. “Fuck, girl,” I whisper. “Do you know how incredible you are?”

“Logan,” she moans. “You can’t.”

“I can’t?” I laugh softly. “I can do whatever I want.”

I spread her wide and begin to tongue her little pussy, lapping her up. She moans, head turned to look at me, a look of shock and pleasure on her face. I like that she thinks it’s dirty to lick her pussy from behind, and that only makes me do it faster. I lick every inch of her, eliciting more deep moans, making her whole body tremble with desire and pleasure.

I want to destroy her completely. Or at least I want to give her this night of pure, free pleasure, away from her prison. At the very least I can make her feel good as a free woman for a little while. My tongue slides up and down her, lapping her up, eating her pussy like a starving man.

I take my right hand and slide two fingers inside of her from behind. She moans, tipping her head back, and I grin. I stand, my fingers still inside of her as I slowly begin to fuck her with them.

“You’re a dirty girl,” I whisper in her ear. “You’re dripping wet for me, ready to give me anything I want. You can’t help yourself.”

“Logan,” she moans.

“Tell me you want my cock inside of you.”

“I want it,” she says, eyes locked onto mine.

I slide my fingers out of her and kiss her lips. We kissed like that for a moment as I slowly press my cock up against her slick and soaking pussy.