“Oh,” I whisper, eyes wide as I look up at him.
I feel completely out of control, my mind surrendering to whatever it is my body wants. It’s all I can do to remember to breathe through this dizzying haze of sensations he’s sparking in me. Nerve endings I didn’t know I had are lighting up as he stretches out my hole. Want bubbles each time his thumb skates over my swollen clit. He pushes his finger in and out, before inserting a second. It’s such a tight fit that I’m not sure I can take his cock, and my nervousness returns.
“Don’t worry,” Logan says. “I won’t hurt you.”
All I do is whimper with need, with trust as he inserts a third finger, making me cry out with pleasure. I’m not sure I’m even saying his name even. It’s just a jumble of sounds and inarticulate wanting. His fingers thrust faster inside of me, somehow increasing the depth of my need even as he satisfies it. His lips kiss the side of my neck, my ear, and the sensitive parts of my flesh that leaves me arching and straining underneath him.
“Please,” I beg of him, my hands scrambling over the hard muscle of his back, the overwhelming need curling tighter and tighter inside of me.
Logan answers with a growl, pushing my legs apart so that the head of his cock nudges up against my pussy. My hands tighten onto him, but I trust Logan’s word, and I close my eyes as he pushes inside of me at last. Pain bursts inside of me as he slowly pushes forward, relentlessly toward his goal. I make a strangled noise, burying myself against him as his cock stretches and fills me to the brim. I’m full, so very full, and I can hardly speak as Logan lets me get used to his size. And then he’s moving, slow at first, but then faster and faster. His cock plunges deep inside of me, filling me up before pulling back almost entirely out of me. Our bodies smack together, hips crashing together so hard I know it’ll leave me sore tomorrow.
Each stroke leaves me gasping, pain and pleasure swimming together in an intoxicating cocktail of sensation. His pace is unrelenting, pushing deeper inside of me until I can take no more of him. He lifts one leg for leverage, opening me up to him further. His thrusts come hard and fast, the steady rhythm becoming erratic as he nears his finish too. I feel the pleasure compounding, more than I’ve ever experienced, until one touch onto my clit, and the ball inside of me releases entirely. I seize up, my vision exploding in stars. It’s like a volcano, an endless eruption of blinding hot pleasure that sweeps me away. My whole body squeezes tightly around his cock, and Logan grunts as he pushes into me one last time through my orgasm to his release.
I feel his whole body go rigid as he comes inside of me, filling me with warm seed that overflows and puddles beneath me. My whole body melts into the sofa, and I feel Logan collapse onto me, hot and sweaty and solid. He slowly pushes himself off of me, scooping me up.
“Where are we going?” I ask, content as a cat.
“The bedroom,” he replies with a grin. “There’s a lot more I’ve been wanting to do to you.”
Logan
“I should go,” Mikayla says to me. She’s stretched out luxuriously across my bed, her slender porcelain frame almost glowing against my dark sheets. She looks almost virginal as she sleeps on peacefully, but of course, I took care of that. I push the blanket lower down and trace a finger along her delicate spine, over the rise of her ass towards her pussy. Her skin is incredibly soft, like silk, and I can’t stop myself from touching her over and over.
“What’s the hurry?” I ask as I dip my head towards hers for a kiss.
“I’m hungry,” she says, kissing me back. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had takeout all the time. I didn’t even find milk in your fridge.”
“There’s wine.”
“As much as I would love to get drunk and stay here in bed with you all day, I got to eat. I’m a chef; we love our food.” She pulls away reluctantly. “You’re making it difficult.”
“Of course I am. You belong in my bed,” I growl. “Besides, it’s raining and you don’t have a car. Wouldn’t it be nicer to have someone come to us with food?”
“You only say that because you haven’t had my bacon carbonara,” she says.
“No I haven’t.” I look into her eyes, which looked almost green today. “You should make it for me. Tonight. I’ll drive you to the grocery store in fact.”
“So I have no choice but to come back with you?” she teases.
“Exactly.”
I don’t know what it is about Mikayla, but I’m not ready to let her go yet. But I can’t get enough of her. I want to show her everything, see the look of bliss on her face as I turn her on and make her come again and again. I’m getting hard just thinking about it.