Logan

I couldn’t control myself when I bumped into my mother on the way to see my golden beauty. She tried to stop me, but I let her know if anyone was going to take care of Grace, it was me. Opening the door to a surprised but radiant Grace was more than I could have imagined. She sat there with the towel barely restraining her breasts and hiding her pussy.

“Logan,” she screeched, pressing her hand to her heart. I would have laughed, but the way her cheeks pinked with embarrassment and spread down to the swell of her breasts turned me on. I felt my length harden.

“Sorry, I couldn’t wait to see you.”

“I’m not dressed.”

“I know, but I’m not going to let a little modesty stop me from helping you.”

“You have no modesty as I recall.”

“Only for you. Any time you want me to strip for you all you have to do is say so. In fact, I need to jump in the shower, so just sit tight for another minute.” I lifted my not so white shirt over my head and tossed it into the hamper.

“Wow, a man that puts his dirty clothes where they belong.”

“Yes. I’ve learned to do it since I have to do my own laundry most of the time.”

“Your mom…doesn’t do…it,” she stuttered, her eyes and thoughts focused on my bare chest. Damn, I grabbed my cock through my jeans and stroked my length, holding back the moan that built in my throat.

“Not as much anymore. I’m a grown man. We live together because it works, but I could move out on my own any time. That means taking care of myself.”

“Oh, I didn’t mean anything by it,” she said, dipping her chin. I reached out and lifted it.

“I know you didn’t, and she would if I asked her to, but then again, that’s what moms do. They take care of their kids and some love to do it even when we’re all grown up. Let me get in the shower now before I forget that you’re hurt.” I kicked off my boots and removed my socks before dropping my jeans and boxers. I turned on the jets to cold because I needed it against my skin. It was freezing and the urge to roar was growing. I wanted to make her mine in every way. I didn’t do anything but turn up the temperature though. It was smarter for me to wash this way. In five minutes, I was wrapping a towel around my waist and scooping my little Goldilocks in my arms. She gasped, then pressed her hand to my chest. The appreciative look on her face, as well as her soft body against mine, did away the effects of the cold shower.

I sat on the bed with her in my lap. “How are you feeling, Grace?”

“I feel good. Most of my bruises are changing color.”

“Can I see?”

“I think you just want to see me naked,” she accused.

“Of course I do, but I do want to see how bad they are.” She gave a slight nod. Lifting her from my lap, I sat her on the bed then lowered her backward until she lay flat. “I promise I won’t do anything to hurt you.” Her legs were dangling off the bed, so I scooted her up gently. Grabbing the edge of the towel that was tucked into her cleavage, I tugged it open. “Wow, you are beautiful,” I muttered, looking over her large breasts that I ached to taste. My eyes caught the first bruise on her ribs. It was nasty, but she was right, the color was already changing from purple to yellowish green around the edge. It would take weeks for it to fully disappear. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss to the side of it.

I looked down at her face, and confessed, “I’m so sorry that you were hurt, but so grateful you were at the same time. The thought of never having met you isn’t a pleasant thought.”

She raised her hand and pressed it to my cheek, then slid it up and down my jaw. “Me too. As much as it sucks to be nearly mauled by a wild animal, I’m happy that I’m here with you.”

Lowering my head, I took her lips in a kiss I couldn’t pass up. The rumble in my chest grew as her hands threaded through my hair. I grabbed the hem of my towel and pulled it off before climbing on the bed and in between her thighs. My cock was heavy and I shouldn’t even think about it, but I wanted her and the urge was becoming more than I could handle.

“Tell me to leave you alone, Grace,” I demanded.

“I don’t want you to.”

“I shouldn’t be touching you when you’re hurt.”

“Logan, I suppose you’re right, but it feels so wonderful when you touch and kiss me. And damn, you are sexy.”

“You got me beat there.” With a growl, I ground my hips against hers, my cock pressing on her mound. A moan escaped both of us. “I want you, but we have to wait for what I have in mind.” I would have blue balls, but didn’t need to leave her aching. Kneeling with my back straight, I lowered my hand between her thighs. I’d never done this before, so I’d have to take my cues from her. My fingers rubbed up and down her lower lips, feeling the wetness I knew wasn’t from the shower. Her scent was strong, and I knew it was because she was the one, but I had to control myself. Parting her folds, I traced her seam up and down until my finger was soaked, then pushed it inside her tight pussy.

A gasp of pleasure escaped her mouth. I smiled up at her. “Look at me, Grace. You tell me what you need to come. I want you to scream my name.”

“Your parents,” she whispered.

“The house is huge. Their bedroom is on the other side and they can’t hear us from there.” I worked my finger in and out before pushing in a second. Another soft cry exited her lips.

“Logan, please.”

“Please what. What do you need?”

“Just don’t stop please. Take me,” she begged. I rubbed her little nub and her hips bucked up, nearly knocking me off balance. With a laugh, I leaned down. “Sweetheart, if you knock me off, I’m going to have to stop or plant myself inside just to keep us safe.” Her hands reached for my arms, grabbing my biceps and pulling me closer. “You make me feel safe, Logan. I’m yours. Take what’s yours,” she begged, her eyes glazed over in lust. I had to get her off then see if she still wanted it. Lust was calling her and instinct was demanding I claim her.

I pulled my fingers from her tight virginal pussy. With my eyes on her, I slipped them into my mouth, sucking her flavor off. I had to taste more. My eyes darkened as my inner beast craved a feast. Climbing from the bed, with my hard dick leaking pre-come all over the mattress, I had to make her more comfortable. One way or another she was going to scream my name. She looked upset as I got off, but I lifted her, tossed the covers away, and turned her so her head was resting on the pillows. With her lying splayed out, I moved to the foot of the bed, my body between her thighs.

“I want more of you. I need to eat your pussy. Nothing is going to stop me. If you want my cock and seed, you’ll have to wait until I’ve made you scream so hard as you’re coming on my tongue.”

She blushed, but this wasn’t about dirty talk. I was serious as fuck. I’d probably come before I got inside her, but I didn’t care. My beast wanted her to beg to be bred. Running my hands up her thighs, I cupped the back and raised them up as I lowered my head with my eyes still trained on her. I licked her slit, causing her hips to flex. I tightened my hold and lifted her pussy to my face, licking up her juices. The screams coming from her mouth were muted by her hand as she bit her palm.

“Logan,” she moaned, tossing her head back and arching her breasts. I moved my hands to cup her cheeks, letting my thumbs press into her cunt, rubbing her. The chanting of my name grew louder as I slipped a finger inside and sucked on her clit. She came hard and fast, grinding her hips against my face, fucking it like she owned me and she did. I lapped her come, needing all of it and more. I couldn’t get enough. She grabbed my hair, tugging me until I looked at her like a crazed man.

“Breed me,” she ordered, pulling me to her face. I slammed my lips on hers, kissing her roughly, my hand sliding into her hair. My cock pressed at her entrance and all it would take was for me to lean forward. I was so hard I couldn’t even think.

Pulling her hair just enough to get her eyes to meet mine, I grunted, “You’re mine, Grace. You belong to me, and I to you. I’m going to fuck you over and over again. You tell me if it’s too much, and I’ll try to stop.” I knew the mating need had taken control of both of us. Her body was hot, sweaty, and prepared for me. Reaching between us I took my cock in hand and lined it up perfectly, guiding it into her tight cunt. As soon as I pushed the tip past her lips, I planted my hands on the sides of her head and kissed her, thrusting into her untouched womb.

Her cry was silenced by my mouth. I looked into her blue eyes and didn’t see pain or fear in them. Instead, I found pure desire. I moved my hips and watched as she bit her lip before sliding her tongue across the bottom one.

“You’re mine, Grace.”

“Damn right,” she moaned, her hands clutching the sheets.

“Touch me, sweetheart. I want to feel your greedy hands all over me.” Her fingernails ran up my arms, to my shoulders and down my back. They dug into my flesh, driving the animal to the surface. I pumped my hips, fucking into her and losing control.

“Yes, Logan, please,” she cried out, her pussy squeezing my cock as her body gave way to another orgasm.

My eyes closed as I leaned back and held her still, fucking her tight walls as they pulsed around me. Jets of come sprayed her womb until I had no more to give. Wrapping my arms around her and rolling onto my side, I panted out a thank you. Just then she groaned. I released my hold on her and let her lay back down. What a fucking dick. I’d forgotten all about her injuries. “Damn it, Grace. I’m so sorry. I completely lost control and forgot about your bruises and cuts.”

She turned gingerly toward me and smiled, brushing the back of her hand against my face. “It’s not why I was grunting. Yes, it hurt, but it won’t last. I’ve never used that particular area and my little pussy has been torn apart.” Feeling relieved, I started laughing. It wasn’t intentional or anything, but something about the way she said it had a bright smile on my face.

“You think it’s funny that I won’t be able to walk right because of the tree between your legs.”

“A bit. I’m just happy you’re not hurting elsewhere.”

“Most of the cuts are closed. Which reminds me I need to clean the areas just in case they get infected.”

“I’ll take care of that.” I hopped off the bed, my dick bobbing up and down, semi-hard again and getting harder by the second as I noticed the pink stain of her innocence on me. I knew she was a virgin, but seeing that just made the man, plus, the beast and caveman inside me roar. Digging in my drawer, I pulled out a pair of basketball shorts and then ran to get the kit for Grace.