He's a gorgeous sight when he’s dry, but when he’s wet… Lord have mercy on my poor vagina!
I shudder inwardly when our eyes meet. Those usually grey eyes are now almost black with lust as he advances toward me all intense and exuding such raw masculinity my knees almost buckle under his stare. I barely get to suck in a breath when his fingers curl at my throat and he draws my face to his. “Kneel,” he commands lowly and my weak knees are already obeying before I could even think about responding.
My lift my gaze up to him and he strokes my jaw and lightly drags his thumb over my bottom lip. “Open.” My mouth readily falls open for him. I suck his thumb when he pushes it into my mouth and his eyes close, his head lulls back and a deep guttural groan emits from deep within him.
“Fuck baby, I’m going to fucking ruin you,” he hisses through clench teeth and lowers his eyes to meet mine again. The belt, button and zipper to his jeans were already undone so he pushes them down freeing his member from its confines. I stare up at it and lick my lips avidly. “I love the way you look at my cock so ravenously, like a filthy slut thirsty for Daddy’s cream.” He utters slowly, brushing the tip of his cock against my lips, smearing the oozing pre-cum over my lips. “Mm, I bet you would love to wear my cum on your pretty lips like lip-gloss, wouldn’t you baby?”
“Yes Daddy.”
“Lick those lips clean for me baby,” I obey and lick my lips, moaning when the tangy taste of him explodes on my taste buds. Logan watches me with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling steadily. “Good girl.” He praises, brushing my hair away from my face. “Would you like to see how hard you made me with your little show? Do you want to feel the steeliness in your mouth?” I nod and he licks his lips. “Say it.”
“I want to feel it. Let me taste you.”
My lips keenly open for him and Logan slowly feeds his dick into my mouth and my God he really was hard—harder than I’ve ever felt him. The deeper he pushes himself into my mouth the louder his moans got.
I‘m obsessed with the sounds he makes and I love that I’m the one responsible for each one. Every moan and breathy lustful whisper of my name urges me on until he comes close and pulls himself out of my mouth panting.
Logan pulls me up to my feet and lifts me into his arms, his mouth attacks mine with a bruising kiss. My sexed-up brain vaguely acknowledges that we are moving, but I’m so engrossed in our kiss that I only realize we are in my bedroom when the door slams shut, and I’m pressed up against it, my arms pinned above my head. Logan peels my crop top up over my breasts and while I wait for him to take it off completely, he covers my eyes with it.
“Logan… what—” The rest of my sentence is swallowed by his mouth—not that it mattered because what I was going to say leaves my mind the moment his mouth claims mine again in a dizzying kiss. I mewl and rock against the stiffness of his cock when he presses it against me.
“Whose pussy is this?” he questions, stroking the tip of his cock over my clit.
I know the answer he wants, but I’m feeling rather defiant, “Mine.”
I whimper when he lands a hard slap on my left ass cheek.
“Whose pussy is this, Savi?” he repeats slow yet firmly.
“Mine. Ahh,” I grit out and hiss when he spanks me again in the same spot as before. “Yours… it’s yours, only yours.” I relent and he smiles against my lips. Damn him and my low tolerance for pain.
“If you crave punishment, I’ll happily comply sweetheart.” He asserts pinching and rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I’ll punish you so good that next time you’ll think twice before defying me.”
While my tolerance for pain is almost non-existent, a part of me is intrigued. Maybe I’ll take him up on that one day, but not tonight. Right now, I need him, I want his scorching mouth all over me. I want to feel him stretching me out.
“The only thing I crave right now is pressed against my pussy.” I say beseechingly and part my lips waiting for a kiss when I feel the warmth of his breath against my own. Logan pushes his hand between us and pulls my shorts aside.
“Is this what you crave?” He rasps, teasing my entrance with the tip of his cock, I nod and tighten my legs around his waist silently urging him to sink into me.
“Mhm, yes,”
Logan abides and with one long stroke he fills me. I gasp, my mouth hangs open for a moment as I adjust to the feel of him filling me. The slight burn of him stretching me open still stuns me every time. Logan pulls my shirt off entirely and I lift his soaked t-shirt up and yank it off before dropping it on the floor. Our lips come crashing down on one another fiercely, kissing like our lives were dependent on it, neither of us willing to break away.
Logan’s skin is damp and cool to the touch from the rain and the chill passes through me when our chests press together once he starts to thrust into me. Doesn’t take him long to warm though, soon his body is hot and damp with sweat while he rams himself into me with vigor.
When he vowed before that he would ruin me, he absolutely meant it. It was three in the morning when we finally collapsed onto the bed, completely spent and unable to move a muscle. I’m still lying on top of him, chest heaving to catch my breath. My legs shaking from where he had me in the full nelson position, fucking his dick into me hard from below. I’ve lost count how many orgasms this man has given me the last few days, not that I’m complaining in anyway—if anything I’m making up for lost time.
I hum when Logan brushes affectionate kisses down the side of my neck, his hands roaming freely over my body while our bodies calm. “You okay?” he whispers into my ear and I nod.
“Mm, I can’t feel my legs.” I say with a smile, and he chuckles, moving his hands down to massage my aching thighs. “That feels nice.”
“I’m sorry if I was a little too rough with you toward the end,” he expresses, his tone laced with unease and I tilt my head back a little to look at him.
“Logan, you didn’t push me more than I could handle.” I assure him and he opens his eyes, his gaze searching mine. “I know I’m small, but I’m not some fragile China doll that will break under the slightest bit of force. Besides, what I thought I liked before definitely isn’t the same as what I prefer now.” I add with a reassuring smile, and he wraps his strong arms around my midriff and smiles back at me handsomely. “I’ve never experienced such intense passion with anyone until you. You’ve raised the bar quite high for every other man out there.”
Logan drags his nose down the length of mine, “You’re talking about other men when my dick is still buried inside you and your pussy is overflowing with my cum, Wildfire?” he rasps tightly, and I detect the tiny bite in his tone.
Okay, I have to be honest. I’ve never been into guys that are overly jealous and possessive, it’s always been a huge put off for me, however I like the thought of Logan being envious of another man touching me. We’ve not discussed what this thing even is between us, and quite frankly, I’m terrified to even bring it up. During sex he always claims that I’m his, but that’s just in the moment sex talk.