Chapter 19

MAGGIE

~FIVE YEARS AGO~

“I want to taste you first,” I say.

“You’ve never had a cock in your mouth before?”

I shake my head.

“Get down on your knees. I’ll teach you how it’s done.” He gives me a wicked smile. “Provided you only do it to me.”

I giggle. “Teach me, sir.”

I get off the bed, and I’m kneeling on the floor. He sits down at the edge of the bed with me sitting between his legs.

His cock is magnificent, and the pink tip leaks precum, which I catch with my tongue and lick it. It’s my first time tasting a man.

His eyes go wide and he curses under his breath. “Oh, fuck, baby.”

My fingers don’t even circle around his girth, he’s that thick. I explore his cock some more, pulling the skin down all the way and then back up.

This thing is going to be inside me in a while. The thought sends a shiver down my body and moisture pools between my legs.

He looks gorgeous fully clothed, and looks even better without them. He has broad shoulders and hard muscles everywhere.

Not only is he good-looking, he’s also kind and caring. He is unlike any guy at my school, and that’s what is most attractive about him.

I suck him hungrily and greedily, trying my best to take him all in.

He moans, “You’re doing amazing…god…Maggie…”

“You mean goddess, right?”

He laughs as he holds my hair. “Right, Goddess Maggie…please don’t stop.”

He fucks my mouth, groaning under his breath while showering me with compliments. I can tell he’s close when he pulls out of me.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” he whispers, bringing me back onto the bed, teasing my breasts, he blinks. “Is that what you want too?”

My legs fall apart. “Yes, yes, Logan. I’ve been dreaming of it.”

“You’ve been dreaming of this?”

“I wanted you to be my first.”

Logan doesn’t waste any time as he reaches toward the bedside table and pulls out a condom. He tears the package and sheaths it on.

His thickness is what intimidates me. Logan is huge, so I always imagined his cock would be this big too. It’s dark and ruddy, veins running down over it.

“Just relax, okay?” He says gently. “It will hurt a little since it’s your first time, but it will only hurt this one time, I promise. Next time it won’t.”

There’s going to be a next time? I almost jumped with glee.

“I’m a little nervous,” I admit.

“There’s nothing to be nervous about. Do you really want to do this with me?” he asks again.

“I want it to be you.” I’m firm in my opinion.

He nudges my legs apart, and I’m almost ready for the pain, but instead he kisses me. It’s a slow, soul-searing kiss, conveying his feelings to me.

He doesn’t say he loves me, but this kiss proves the words he’s unable to say. I kiss him back with the same passion, my tongue melding with his.

He massages my nipples, softly kneading them while he enters me slowly.

“Oh god, Mags, you’re so tight,” he says, pushing inch by inch.

I try to accommodate his size, but he’s too big. He’s not even halfway in, and when he pushes even further, I gasp as the pain rips me in two.

I feel like he’s going to tear me apart. I’m breathing hard with his cock stuffed inside me.

“Spread your legs wider for me,” he instructs, “and you need to relax and trust me.”

I do as I’m told, and then he pulls back and thrusts back in. I moan as the pain overtakes me.

“I’m sorry, baby.” He looks genuinely worried. “It’s going to hurt just a little more, okay?”

Finally, he’s completely inside me and starts moving. I wrap my legs around him, and he holds me, pumping faster now, and the pain is no more.

I feel the blissful urgency unfurl from within and the raging orgasm as it overtakes me.

“Logan…,” I moan.

He fucks me in fast strokes, slower, then faster, going deeper. I moan loud enough to wake the dead as I feel completely spent.

Logan groans as he covers his mouth with mine, and I feel his body shudder above me as he comes undone within minutes, and I’m a sobbing mess.

***

I lie in his arms and in his bed for a long time, and I still can’t believe I slept with Logan. I thought that was never going to happen, but it did. I have a feeling he’s going to kick me out, but he doesn’t ask me to leave.

He’s so sweet after. He brings a wet cloth and wipes me down there and asks me if I need anything.

It’s a little bit awkward because he refuses to say a word, and I’m starting to wonder if he’s regretting this.

I remember when I was fourteen and Logan was thirty-two, and I had a raging crush on him.

My dad had left for another one of his business trips leaving me alone with Logan in this house, and at the time I’d tried to show him my affections, being the idiot that I was.

Logan had been nice enough to turn me down politely. He’d been strict, but at the same time he’d been a good friend, one I could trust.

His cock has gone soft, but I’m starting to crave for it again.

Logan’s blue eyes pierce through mine. He’s searching for something. “Do you regret this?”

I shake my head, tracing his abs. “Why would I regret it when I’m thinking of doing it again?”

There’s a spark of desire in his eyes too. “It’s our little secret.”

I nod. “I won’t tell anyone.”

“Whatever happens within these four walls will stay here.”

“I agree. I’m not very keen on my dad finding out either.” I press closer to him. His shoulders are so broad he could crush me under the weight of it.

“One more thing. You can’t be with someone else while we’re doing this,” I say, putting my arms around his neck. “You’re exclusively mine.”

“I’m only yours, I assure you,” he agrees. “There’s no woman I want more than you.”

I blush. “I’ll be the one to satisfy your needs,” I clarify.

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”

I sleep snuggled up to him. I feel so sated after the sexual frustration I’ve been fighting since I came to live with him. I’ve been craving for Logan for a long time, and I’ve always looked for my chance.

An hour before dawn, I tell Logan I need him again. So, I’m on my knees as he fucks me from behind. This is not the slow love-making like before. This is rough, aggressive sex. It’s a release we both need.

The sounds of his cock moving in and out of my wetness fills the silence, and my eyes roll back as he hits the spot again and again until I’m seeing the freakin’ galaxy.

“Maggie, baby, you’re so fucking good,” he says between hard and deep thrusts, his cock slamming into me again and again.

My ass is in the air as he gives me more.

Later on, we do it one more time before he has to work. This time, it’s the slow lovemaking. The dustbin is littered with used condoms.

I sleep in Logan’s bed, and he doesn’t ask me to move to mine.

This is possibly the best week of my life.