“Goddamn it, baby.” Logan moans thrusting slow and deep into my mouth. “You’ve got my cock so fucking hard. Oh, you’re going to make me cum down your throat—fuck you’re going to make me cum so hard.”
I’m very limited to what I can do with him fisting my hair. Logan leans over and grips the edge of the table with his free hand as he continues his assault on my mouth. We fall into a rhythm; each time he thrusts and starts to draw back I hollow my cheeks and suck him hard making him visibly tremble and curse. I’ve never allowed anyone to ejaculate in my mouth before. The thought alone made my stomach turn—but with Logan, I don’t know what it is about him or what he’s done to me, but I’m disturbingly eager to feel him explode and give me a taste of his seed.
His member starts to pulse, and his breathing hastens, “Do you want my cum baby? Ahh fuck, you’re going to swallow every last drop like a greedy little slut, aren’t you?” I could only moan in response, but I keep my eyes on his. I want to remember the look on his face and absorb every sound he makes when he orgasms.
“Oh fuck, ahh Christ. I’m coming for you, you ready sweetheart?” Logan pants, pushing his cock to the back of my throat. My eyes water but I can’t stop watching him. I’m completely captivated by him. Logan’s mouth hangs open, his cock swells and with a guttural moan he spills rope after rope of warm cum down my throat which I swallow. “Fuck, Savannah.” He groans, his body jerking with every jolt of pleasure that surges through him, his cock pulses while he rocks his hips slowly, relishing the last euphoric moments of his orgasm.
It wasn’t until Logan slid himself out of my mouth that I felt the dull ache in my jaw. I’ve been so focused on pleasuring him that I didn’t even realize that the side of my face is damp where I had tears streaming while fighting off the urge to gag. Logan brushes away the tear stains with his thumb and bites his lip, staring down at me intently with hooded eyes. “You took me so well, sweetheart,” he acclaims affectionately while caressing my cheek. I revel in the warm glow that spreads through me at his affirmation and find myself leaning into his touch. However, before I could even contemplate a response his hand is gone from my cheek. He reaches down to take hold of my hands and help me back up to my feet.
“Are you okay?” He asks concerned, while sweeping away strands of my hair from my face, his eyes roaming over my face. “Let me look at you. Did I hurt you?”
“No, not at all.” I answer breathily. Upon hearing my response, I notice the concern he held in his gaze moments ago vanish, leaving his molten eyes glimmering with heated desire once again. “I really enjoyed it. I’ve never allowed anyone to come in my mouth before, but I like the way you taste.” I admit bashfully, my cheeks growing hot under his intent stare.
Logan smiles errantly and tucks his finger under my chin tilting my head back slightly, so my lips are slanted across his. “I bet we taste even better together,” he whispers closing the small gap between our lips. On a moan, I part my lips for him when he slides his tongue into my mouth seeking out my own.
Hands down the most erotic kiss I’ve ever shared with anyone. The way our tongues glide across one another’s causes my brain to short circuit, especially the way he moans every time I teasingly suck on his tongue. The sweet and salty taste of us combined is simply intoxicating.
Lips still locked, Logan sweeps me up into his arms bridal style and carries me through his condo. Less than thirty seconds later, I’m thrown down onto a bed with him towering over me like an errant Sex God sent from heaven to wreak absolute havoc on not only my body, but my mind. While I lay there looking up at him, every orifice of my body is aching for this sinfully gorgeous man.
“Spread those gorgeous legs for me, baby.” My legs fall open for him without reservation and he smiles, pleased. “That’s a good girl,” he commends, running both his hands up my thighs and squeezing while he shuffles closer and rubs the barbell of his piercing over my clit. I gasp and my hips instantly lift off the bed. “You like that? Feels so fucking good, doesn’t it baby?” I bite my lip nodding and rocking my hips up, but he pulls back, and I groan in dissatisfaction. “You want more?”
“Yes.”
“Beg for it.” He commands tapping the head of his cock against my clit, making me shudder.
“More, please, Logan I need more.”
“Atta girl, you look so beautiful right now. I fucking love watching you beg for me like a cock-starved little slut,” he groans, rubbing against my clit once again making me writhe and moan. “Fuck, baby, your pussy feels so good and I’m not even inside you yet.” He moans hoarsely, pressing his cock against me and pulling it back slowly to admire the string of sticky arousal that stretches between our genitals. “Jesus Christ, look at that, look how wet you are for me, Savi. My cock’s just gliding through your slick folds so perfectly.”
“Ohh Logan, that feels so good, please don’t stop.” I whimper pleadingly while rocking desperately against him.
Logan leans down and presses his forehead to mine, “There’s no stopping until you come for me, sweetheart. You have no idea how hard I’m fighting the urge to slip it inside you. I’m dying to feel your tight pussy stretching around me.” Logan states, rubbing his shaft against my clit faster and I cry out fisting the sheets. I’ve never felt anything like it, the friction of the piercing against my clit is unbearable but in the best way possible. Each brush of the studs against me makes my body visibly quake. A jolt of fulgent pleasure ripples through me and I can already feel that all familiar pressure building deep in my groin.
“Kiss me, please…” I plead breathlessly and curl my fingers at his nape and pull his mouth to mine. Logan moans against my lips and we kiss feverishly while we buck against one another almost violently.
“You’re driving me insane. The wetness, the taste, the smell of your pussy is making me crazy.” Logan growls, biting and sucking on my bottom lip, and I whimper. “Yes baby, that’s my baby, grind yourself harder, you look so good using my cock to pleasure yourself, you dirty girl,” he whispers to me.
Ugh, he’s so unbelievably hot.
“Oh yes, yes, ohh Logan I’m coming again, I’m coming…” My back arches up and every muscle in my body tenses as I soar toward my climax. Logan slows his thrusting but keeps the pressure as he takes me over the edge; I whimper and shake with absolute rapture whilst I orgasm.
Logan presses his forehead to mine and watches me fixedly all the while whispering dirty things to me as I come apart under him. “Oh fuck, yes baby, that’s it, come hard for me. I can feel your clit pulsing against my dick.” He groans, his lips brushing against mine as he speaks in a deep silky tone.
My hips continue to writhe against him until my orgasm ebbs away and I sink back into the mattress panting. “Fuck.”
I feel Logan smile against my lips as we kiss slow and deep for a minute. He presses affectionate kisses along my face while I recover. Looking at us you wouldn’t think we’re two strangers that only met a couple of hours ago. The way we kiss with such fervent need and how obsessed I am with the way his body fits so perfectly with mine. We’re wrapped tightly around one another, my legs coiled around his waist trapping him against me. Two orgasms in and I’m still aching for more of him. No man has ever made me feel such things and now I’m concerned I may be addicted.
The tip of Logan’s member is pressed to my entrance and when I slowly rock my hips he groans gutturally into my mouth. My nails rake down his muscular back as we continue to kiss passionately. We’re both completely lost in the moment and when I instinctively tighten my legs around him and buck my hips up, the smooth tip slides in. We both moan out loud.
“Fuck.” Logan curses, squeezing his eyes shut as he fists the bed covers. Not the smartest move going bareback with a stranger, but in that moment of passion there was no rational thinking. I want to feel him with nothing between us. I need to feel him throb and spill his hot cum inside me. I’m not a complete idiot; I’m on the pill and I have my checks every six weeks, so on his end he has nothing to worry about. I should be freaking out but I’m oddly calm.
“Savannah,” There’s a tremor to his tone when he says my name. Every muscle in his back is taut and I know he’s thinking the same thing I am. Trapped between doing the morally right thing and pulling out or fucking it all to hell and burying himself all the way in and risk it. “Fuck baby, wait, wait… what are we doing?” he groans nipping at my lip, his thighs are quivering where he’s fighting himself for control and I find that so incredibly sexy and it only makes me want him more.
“God, I don’t know, but you feel so good.” I moan, rolling my hips upward drawing him in a little further. Logan hisses, his jaw clenched tight.
“Shit, so do you Savi, so fucking good. I’m burning to just bury myself in you, but we can’t baby, it’s far too risky.” He defends, drawing himself out, but not completely and pushes back in again, his body quivering against mine. There’s no denying that he wants this just as badly as I do.
“I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” I whisper in his ear, and he draws back to look down at me, his eyes searching mine.