Rebel
I'm taken into the bedroom with a large king-sized bed. It's cozy and warm, and Logan throws over the grey sheets. I let out a little giggle in response. My clothes and hat are still on, but one look at Logan, and I suspect that will soon change.
He is standing at the edge of the bed, and my eyes are drawn to his large beautiful cock.
"Looks like you miss me," I tease, trying to be flirty. "Should I take care of that?"
"Every second without being inside of you is painful," Logan says, and he shoots on his legs over the bed to climb up. The mattress sinks a little under his weight. "I want you, Rebel. Perhaps I want you a little too much... It's frightening."
I stand on my knees. He is towering over me even in this position. "Why is it frightening?"
"What if you don't want me as much?" Logan shoots back.
"That's silly," I whisper and lean back when his hand lands on the small of my back. I meet his eyes. "I'm halfway in love with you."