Page 99 of That Last Secret
“You’re taking my cock so well.” I pause my movements, pressing fully into her until I completely disappear inside of her. I look down at where we’re connected. “Jesus Christ, I think I may need another minute.”
“No, don’t stop,” she begs.
A smile plays on my lips. “You have my cock deep inside of you right now, and you’re still begging, Emiline? You’re greedy, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” she cries out. “Yes. Please keep moving.”
I pull out of her and thrust in as hard as I can, my movements quickening with each movement. Her pussy pulses around me, and I know she’s close.
“Logan,” she screams, throwing her arms over her head and clutching the surrounding sheets. “Fuck. Logan.”
“That’s it. Scream my name when you come for me. Because no one else will ever make you come like this again. Only me.”
She shakes her head, hips bucking into me. “No one,” she whimpers. “Only you. Oh my god. I’m… I’m going to come.”
The way she confirms that only I can do this for her makes me feral, forcing me to drive into her harder and faster.
I lean over her, caging her head with my hands because I don’t want to miss a minute of her face when she does. With one more thrust, she falls apart under me.
My name is on her lips as her back arches off the bed, and she squirms under me, her body trembling from her orgasm.
Just watching her come for me sends me over the edge with her.
“Emiline,” I whisper her name repeatedly, although I’m not sure she can hear it through her daze.
I’ve seen her come, but being inside of her and feeling it is a whole new feeling that I want more of.
I don’t bother pulling out of her when I bring my face to hers, resting my forehead against hers. “Emiline,” I whisper again. “Fuck.” I kiss her before I say anything more.
Because the truth is, I don’t know what to say. There are no words to fully describe how I feel right now.
Our kiss is slow and tentative this time.
It’s a seal on what we just did.
Her phone starts ringing incessantly in the other room, forcing her back to reality. I slowly pull out of her and roll to her side until I’m on my back.
“Someone’s desperate to get a hold of me.” She laughs, reaching for a T-shirt to slip on before heading to grab her phone.
I watch as she walks away, but don’t move off the bed. My body is drained, and my brain swirls over everything we have done.
Her brothers would murder me if they ever found out about this, and truthfully, I don’t have it in me to care.
Being with her lights something up in my life that I didn’t know was missing. I swore I’d never allow my heart to get involved, and a piece of me wants to preserve that and keep the wall up.
But a piece of me wants Emiline to break it down.
When she comes back, she has a worried look on her face.
I sit up on my elbows. “Everything okay?”
“Do you have any missed calls?”
I pull myself off the bed and reach for my sweatpants, tugging them on before finding my phone. “I have two missed calls from Thomas.”
“Shit.” Her hand flies to the top of her head as she paces the room. “There’s a text in our girl gang group chat from Peyton and Avery about how my brothers questioned if I was studying tonight or with you.”
I find my shirt and throw it on. “Shit. I should leave before they get here.”