“I want you to suck me off,” he says, and I drop to my knees.
His cock looks positively massive bobbing in front of me. I wrap my mouth around the head, swirling my tongue around the rim before taking him as much as I can. I hear a sharp intake of breath and I can’t help but smile. I’ve gotten pretty good at this I think. I suck a little harder and grip onto his shaft with my hand, working up and down together. Logan continues to groan above me, his hands pushing my hair back so he can get a good long look. His hips move with me, fucking my mouth hard. I lick his long cock, sucking hard each time I get to the bulbous tip, before taking Logan all the way again. He pushes past into my throat, until I’m almost gagging.
“Onto the bed,” Logan commands and I obey. “Before I come in your mouth.”
I can’t look away as he slowly parts my legs and climbs on top of me. He kisses me once on the lips, and then drops more slowly down the sensitive hollow of my neck, between my breasts, before plucking my nipple into his mouth with a hard suck. I gasp, back arching up to get closer to his warm mouth as desire radiates from my breast. He toys with me, kissing, licking, sucking before trailing down my stomach, and down to between my open legs.
“You taste fucking fantastic, Mikayla,” he growls, just inches above me.
I whimper as his tongue skates across my lips, flicking into my entrance and causing another spurt of liquid to come out. He does it again, and a soft moan escapes, filled with frustration and longing. I want him to hurry, but he’s taking his own sweet time, one hand clamping firmly onto my leg to keep me from bucking up to his face. My helplessness is so hot and erotic that I’m practically soaking my sheets. I hold up my head for a moment and see the pleasure in Logan’s blue eyes before he dips down between my legs again. Pleasure courses through me as he tastes me, kisses me, fucks me with his tongue. I surrender completely to him, letting go as he pushes his face deeper inside of me, searching, questing deeper and deeper, his fingers pushing apart my folds so he can get his face right up against my pussy. The roughness of his stubble just adds another layer of intensity to it all.
I try to hold out, but I’m too close to the edge, and there’s nothing left to do but brace for the impact of my orgasm hurtling towards me. Ecstasy comes all at once, with the force of a wave, dragging me under and making me black out with pleasure. I grind my hips against his mouth, riding on Logan’s face as he gulps me down. He doesn’t stop, touching me again and again in the perfect spot to set off another chain reaction, until I’m finally floating back down to reality, feeling almost boneless and exhausted from my orgasms. There’s a crinkle but I hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart.
Every part of my body is in exquisite pain and pleasure. Logan lifts my legs up, throws them over his shoulder, and slides his cock into my sopping pussy. He fits like a glove, and I lock my legs around his hips as he pumps into me. Even though I’m tired and content, I already feel desire building up inside me again as he fucks me, riding me hard and fast as we come together one last time.
My emotions are swirling through me when Logan finally pushes off of me. I feel raw and exposed and afraid. This is what I want, more than anything I could imagine. I wish there was a way to put it all into words, but it all feels too fragile, as though speaking could break the bubble we’re in.
Logan
I wake up the next morning feeling lighter than I have the past few days. Even though the meeting this morning looms in my mind, I feel great waking up with Mikayla. She’s small and fragile, nestled against my body. My cock hardens between her ass cheeks, and she murmurs something softly in her sleep. The temptation to fuck her again is hard to resist, but there’ll be time for that later. Right now I have to deal with the last obstacle to getting my father’s company back on track. I carefully slip out of bed so I don’t disturb Mikayla and head into the shower.
When I come out, I’m greeted by the smell of sausages and eggs sizzling in a pan. There’s a steaming mug of coffee at the table, and Mikayla’s moving around the kitchen in just an oversize tee. It skims just below her ass, and I lift it easily as I slide myself against her. My hands reach to cup her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples as she tilts her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Morning,” I say huskily. “You look amazing.”
“You’re going to make me burn breakfast at this rate,” she murmurs. “And we’re going to be late.”
“I’m the boss. I can go in whenever I want.”
“I can’t though,” she says softly. “And I’d rather not have everyone talking about us.”