But no virgin would feel like a heated peach, all juice and yielding flesh. Her exquisite runner’s legs were wrapped around his waist, heels riding his ass, urging him on. Her slender arms gripped his shoulders with surprising strength until every sweet satin inch of her was pressed to every hairy male inch of him. She met his thrusts with rolling, eager hips as she moaned, gasped, cried out in reaction each time he drove deep. Logan felt the orgasm gathering in his balls like a hot fist going tight. And tighter, and tighter, until he thought the pressure would . . . “Logan!” She screamed his name in a high-pitched cry of delight. Her tiny inner muscles clamped down on his sawing cock with astonishing strength, pulsing as she climaxed. He bellowed and came in a roaring explosion of a climax that tore through him like a convulsion, so hard that for a moment he wondered if it was the Gift. Throwing back his head, Logan watched light explode behind his lids in searing shades of gold and green.
