“You called yourself stupid. You know how much I dislike it when you do that, baby.”
“I’m sorry,” she drawled out on a loud moan.
“No, you aren’t, or you wouldn’t keep doing it,” I said, kissing each side of her pussy. Mmm, so perfect. “I won’t stop spanking you until you come.”
“Logan!” she cried. “No, please. Fuck me. I need it,” she said. “I need you so much.”
When she talked like that, it was hard not to give in and give her exactly what she wanted, but I had to spank her. I couldn’t have her talking about herself like that. I pressed my palm to the base of my cock to stop myself from painting her ass with my come. I could. Right now.
But I had to wait.
“Logan? Please, I want your fat cock in me, stretching, oh, god, just thinking about it, I’m on edge.” She started to hump the bed to get herself off by rubbing her clit.
It made a stream of come leave my cock. The thick white cream landed on her left ass cheek, and it was my undoing. I brought my hand up, and when my palm met her ass, she clutched the sheets in her fists and bit her forearm. “I want to hear you scream, baby,” I said, bringing my hand down on her again.
Smack. Smack. Smack.
And it only took three strikes of my hand to see gushes of juice flow from her sweet cunt, trickling down her thighs. I dropped to my knees and ran my tongue up each leg, gathering every drop of her delicious nectar. I followed the trail to her pussy and latched on, plunging my tongue in her hole while my nose was buried in the crease of her ass.
There was nothing fucking better than this. Nothing.
“Logan! Fuck!”
She was cursing more, the more time we spent together and the more she spoke. It wasn’t often, usually just when she was angry or in bed. And I found it so hot. My cock jerked again and come wanted to explode from my shaft. My balls were tight against my body, begging me for release.
She needed to come again.
I reached between her ass cheeks and swirled my pinky around her pucker. She mewled, bucking against me when I inserted the tip of my finger. It’s the first time I had ever done something like that, but she liked it since she was coming again, and my mouth dripped from her sweet honey.
I ripped my mouth from her and stood, licking my lips for every drop that I never wanted to miss. She shook, the after tremors of her orgasms involuntarily making her body spasm. It made a man feel fucking good; I’d say that much. I wrapped my hand around my cock and hissed from how sensitive I was. I burned with need, I ached. My erection fucking hurt, and if I didn’t get inside her right now, I just might die.
I wanted her on top of me though. I wanted my hands full of her tits and my eyes on her belly. Something about it, fucking hell, I didn’t know, but I knew I had to see this woman who chose me, loved me, and was pregnant with my child, ride me.
I crawled over her, dragging the tip of my cock up her spine, dragging precome onto every divot her spine created. Once I was above her head, she flipped over and sucked me down her throat. I wasn’t expecting it, and the feeling of that hot, wet mouth was too much. She did everything I liked, hollowed her cheeks, hummed, so the tip of my cock felt the vibrations and teased her teeth along the hard length.
I couldn’t hold back. I came, tossing my head back and howling her name as I poured myself down her throat. She swallowed me greedily and never stopping sucking me until I was hard again.
Good girl. She remembered what I always wanted her to do.
“I should spank you for that,” I said, laying my head on the pillow and getting situated as she swung her leg over my lap and rubbed her sheath over me, yanking an unmanly moan from my throat.
“You should.” Her brown eyes were blown black from her pupil, glassy with lust and desire.
I gripped her ass in my hand, gave it a good shake, and brought my hands down at the same time, slapping the fine globes. Wetness drenched my cock, and I grinned. She couldn’t be any more perfect if she tried.
Abigail grabbed hold of my cock and hovered over me before guiding it to her entrance with a slow and excruciating pace as she finally engulfed me. I sank into her tight hole, the heat swallowing me inch by inch, and my toes curled from the pleasure. I had just come, and I could come again, right now.
My endurance was never so bad before, but at least I could get it up again, unlike most guys. Abigail was too good; she felt too right.
Her hands landed on my pecs, and she gripped them in her palm as much as she could before rocking. We groaned in unison as the wet sounds of her pussy sliding on my cock filled the room. Every few seconds, I would have to hold my breath, so I could concentrate on not filling her up.
“Logan,” she whimpered as my hands traced the outline of her hourglass figure. She had really filled out the last few weeks from eating properly, and I had no idea she could get sexier, but fuck me, these curves, I didn’t stand a chance against her. I cupped her tits and flicked my tongue across my bottom lip when I felt how heavy they were. I tweaked her nipples, and it caused her entire body to buck. “Oh, my breasts are so sensitive.”
“In a bad way?” I asked. I never wanted to hurt her.
Her hair danced with how hard she shook her head, and that was all I needed to pinch the elongated hard peaks. She fucked me harder, crying out at the top of her lungs from the nipple play. I was going to make a mental note of this.
“It’s so hot watching you squirm, baby,” I said, tugging on the light pink buds.