Page 30 of Liberated By the Logger

I want to remember this moment, to stamp it on my brain. When I look back on this memory, I will smile, knowing this was the instant I made Aspen Fair mine.

“Aspen,” I murmur as I lean in to seal my lips against her.

She sighs against my lips, like she needs me as badly as I need her. Her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer. Her touch is a welcomed balm to an ache I never knew I had, an ache for companionship.

I need more. More touches. More kisses. More Aspen.

Using my fingers, I slip them between her silky folds. Aspen softly moans, opening her legs wider to give me more access.

A victorious smile tugs at my lips as I break our kiss to look down at the evidence between us. She’s as wet as I expected, her slick coating my fingers with a shine.

Good. I want her primed and ready to accept all I have to give her.

“You’re safe with me, Darlin’. But if I’m doing something you don’t want, tell me to stop and I will. You hear me?”

“I hear you,” Aspen answers with a pleased smile. “Just so you’re aware, I’m willing to try it all with you.”

Fucking hell. I grip my dick through my sweats with my free hand to calm it down before I blow my load. This woman is saying all the right things—the things most men dream about.

Returning my focus to her, I teasingly circle her entrance before sinking a finger into her molten heat.

Aspen gasps loudly as her pussy clutches my finger like a vise-grip. How is she this tight after coming out of a sexual relationship with the dipshit?

The most logical reason has a wave a pity rolling through me for my woman and, oddly, for her ex. My poor Aspen settled for less than satisfactory equipment, and Gary is the sad owner of a pencil dick. I’ve got wide fingers, but a penis should be thicker than a digit.

“I’m going to make you feel things you never felt before, Aspen,” I vow, wanting nothing more than to give her the pleasure she rightly deserves. “Make you come until you’re boneless and passed out.”

“You promise?” Aspen asks, panting.

“I swear it.”

Working my finger in and out of her snug pussy, Aspen closes her eyes with a soft moan.

Not a chance in hell. Prior to me, she may have needed to get lost in her imagination in order to get off. Not now. Not with me providing her with all the pleasure she needs.

Collaring her throat with my free hand, her eyes spring open in shock. My grip is not enough to hurt her, but enough to show her I mean business and she best pay attention if she wants me to continue finger fucking her.

“Don’t you close your eyes, woman,” I say, shaking my head. “You keep your pretty green eyes trained on me. I want you to see who is giving you this pleasure. If you get off, you get off seeing me.”

To drive my point home, I keep my hold on her neck while I kiss her roughly. She whimpers, yielding to me as her sex clutches around my finger once more. I pull back an inch from her lips, giving her nowhere else to look but at me. Aspen’s eyes hood with lust, but remain open.

I reward my woman by curling my finger deep inside her and grinding my palm into her clit. Aspen’s mouth goes slack with a silent cry. Her hips push into my touch, moving against my hand.

“That’s right, Aspen. You ride your man’s hand. Let me watch you fuck it and fall apart.”

“Brose,” she whispers as her pussy flutters against my finger—the telltale sign of a building orgasm on the horizon.

I’ve barely touched her, and she’s already close.

“This greedy pussy needs to come, doesn’t it, darlin’? It’s long overdue for a good fucking. Am I right?”

“God, yes, Brose,” Aspen whines as she rocks her hips. “Please make me come.”

Giving her what she needs, I pump my finger, picking up my pace to match hers when I feel her hips moving faster against my hand. When she’s dripping into my palm, I add a second finger.

Aspen tenses, releasing a gurgled cry. “Oh, fuck!”

“It’s okay, Aspen. Relax and slow down. Your body will accept it.”