The Holloways (Made for Love Book 3.5) Read Free

captures her bottom lip between her teeth and then reaches for my belt. This time, I don't stop her. I watch as she hooks her thumbs over the waist, into the elastic band of my boxer briefs before carefully sliding them both down. My cock springs free and her uneven breaths grow louder, heavier.
    Without a word, she turns away from me and climbs onto the bed, carelessly throwing decorative pillows onto the floor before pulling back the sheets and tucking her feet beneath them. I toe my way out of my shoes and socks, kicking my ankles free of my pants and underwear, and crawl in after her. She immediately reaches for my face, smothering me with kisses. I wrap her in my arms and then ease her down onto her back, straddling one of her legs with both of mine, my throbbing dick pressed against her hip. When my fingers find their way between her slick folds, we both gasp.
    She feels warm and inviting and I don't hesitate to slide a finger inside of her.
    “Roman,” she mewls.
    I've never heard my name fall from her lips like that. It's such a turn on, I can hardly stand it.
    I pump my finger in and out of her a couple times, admiring her face as she surrenders to the touch she's been craving— my touch. She spreads her legs wider and I ease in another finger. She whimpers and I look down to gaze at her pussy. It does something to me, seeing a piece of me inside of her—stretching her open—her arousal coating my skin. I spot her clit and it calls to me. I reach up with my thumb and graze it over the bundle of nerves. Logan moans, drawing my attention back to her face.
    “You okay?” I ask softly, my fingers still at work.
    “Yes,” she replies with a nod. “Don't stop.”
    I smirk at her, as if that was ever going to happen.
    I don't stop. Instead, I move faster—rubbing her clit in rhythmic circles, loving the sound of her erratic breaths in my ear. I can feel it as her insides begin to flutter and squeeze around me. She lifts her hips and arches her back as her orgasm overtakes her. I can't tear my eyes away from her face. I swear, she's never looked more beautiful.
    My cock agrees. I can feel it as my head drips pre-cum onto her hip, and I know that now is it. I need to be inside of her, claiming her, branding her as mine—forever. I don't waste another minute, positioning myself between her legs. I grab hold of my cock and glide the head over her entrance and up to her clit, mixing her evident desire with mine. Somewhere in the back of my head, I know I should say something—but I can't for the life of me think of a single word. All I want is to get lost in her.
    My love.
    My Logan.
    My wife.
    I ease my way in and, instantly, I'm lost in euphoria. She cries out, digging her nails into the back of my biceps, and I know by the look on her face that this feels different than a moment ago. She's in pain. But I can't stop. I can't pull out. I have to bury myself as deep as I can go. She feels too good—so tight, so warm, so soft. Once I'm all the way in, I open my mouth to speak, but she stops me, holding both sides of my face before she tells me—
    “I love you. I love you so much.”
    “I love you so much, too, babe,” I mutter, pulling out before gliding back in. She whimpers and it’s as if she’s grabbed hold of my balls. In an instant, I lose control. I barely pull out for the second time before pleasure zings up my spine. I thrust into her once more, my cock spilling my release. The groan that follows is the most ambiguous noise I've ever made. I couldn't hold back that cry of relief even if I wanted to. But right now, the after effect of my release pales in comparison to the realization that I lasted all of three seconds.
    Three damn seconds!
    “Fuck,” I mutter, rolling onto my back and away from Logan. We've been waiting for this moment for what feels like ages, and I couldn't even last long enough for her to feel anything other than pain. I sit up, throwing my legs over the side of the bed, unable to