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Logan

She really is perfect.

Feeling her against me, tasting her on my lips, the sensation of familiarity with her.

It’s like we’ve known each other forever somehow, my instincts matching her needs one by one as I learn all there is to know about her using just my hands and my mouth.

More important to me is that she understands what this means for both of us. Losing your virginity on any other day would be a milestone, sure.

I’m not your regular guy looking to get his end wet. I don’t do movies or flowers, and I’ve never said ‘I love you’.

She knows what I came for tonight, originally. I haven’t forgotten either. Her invitation for me to do whatever I want to her includes keeping her all to myself long after we’ve both felt fireworks.

Hearing her say she needs me, needs what I have for her, it's a life raft. A chance to make amends for everything I’ve done, knowing that she’s already forgiven me and giving herself to me.

Stroking her virgin pink slit with my cock makes her eyes widen. I run a hand up one of her thighs, easing it wider, feeling her breath quicken as we both find out for the very first time just how good we feel together.

Stephanie’s a virgin, no doubt. But a hungry one. It takes some doing, which she seems to enjoy just as much, but in no time I feel her clenching against me, balls deep inside her slick little hole, flex for flex.

She takes to it like a duck to water, gripping my arms and wrists one minute, clawing and even hitting me at one point. A glazed look in her eye as she comes to terms with her own arousal and everything it generates.

I’d be wrong in saying doing this is just her way of getting back at her daddy. She’s enjoying this a little too much. It makes her all the more perfect to me.

She comes hard and fast, shocking us both a little, but it does take the anger out of her. Whatever was eating at her, whatever made her so uptight, it’s gone. She relaxes into me, and I kiss her long and hard.

I gnaw her neck with just enough bite to make her jump and squeak. We stare a long while at each other as I trace a finger over her cheek, keeping myself still inside her until she’s ready.

“Turn me over,” she says suddenly.

I’ve got no issue with the idea and don’t mean to chuckle when I watch her trying to get herself on all fours in front of me.

Her legs are shaking so bad, or should I say, so well, she can barely assume the position.

“Oh, I got some work to do,” I muse aloud, slapping her ass firmly and running a hand up the inside of her shaking leg, humming when she moans. My hands catch the bead of her wetness and bring it to my lips.

“You need to strengthen those legs,” I caution her in a friendly tone. “Let me show you.”

Her mouth makes an O shape and she tilts her head back so she can see me.

That perfect ass I saw from thirty stories up quivers just inches from me. Her hand reaches around, opening her glistening lips as she struggles to stay upright.

“Logan,” she begs me. “Please.”

She’s not putting it on or trying to be cute. Although it makes my cock run a permanent river of precum.

She really does need it. I don’t know how much I need it too until I’m inside her again.

From behind, it’s like a whole new set of pleasure centers are lit up for her. I groan in disbelief. I’ve never been harder, and nothing’s ever felt so damned good.

Her hand reaching for me behind her joins her other one. Both hands clench fistfuls of bedsheet as she starts to thrust herself back onto me, hard.

I thought I was the one giving lessons here. Fuck!

Stephanie quickly teaches me a thing or two herself, my hands gripping her hips as I pump her furiously, giving her everything but knowing she’ll always want more.

The giant four-poster bucks like a bronco underneath us. One by one, an ornament slides off a table, a picture falls from the wall—all drowned out by the sound of us both coming together.

Collapsing on top of her, I roll us both onto our sides, staying inside her and holding her like a blanket.

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