“You have no idea,” I reply without thinking, and take my mouth back to his cock. His thickness pushes down on my tongue and against the side of my cheeks, filling me up so perfectly I could do this forever. It’s surprising, really; he’s as thick as a can of soda, just like Anders, and the first time I saw a cock like that I seriously doubted it’d fit inside of me.
But here we are now.
Bobbing my head up and down, I suck on him eagerly, giving him my all. His hands land on my head and, tangling his fingers in my hair, he starts guiding my coming and going motion. He sets a more furious pace, the sound of my sucking filling the empty hotel room like the first notes of a song. He’s enjoying it, at least as much as I am right now.
I take my free hand to his balls and start caressing them, rolling them over my stretched fingers as I start sucking him as fast as I can. My eyes are still closed, but I don’t need sight to enjoy what I’m doing.
The moment I feel his cock spasming against my tongue, I react by instinct and pull back, allowing his gigantic member to pop out of my mouth. Gripping it firmly, I look back into Logan’s eyes and let confident words float out of my mouth.
“Don’t you dare cum, Logan… I didn’t come here just for a blowjob,” I tell him, and he sits up on the bed and places two fingers under my chin.
“Neither have I. I’m not like Anders, you know?” he chuckles and, before I can think of a snarky comeback, he just crushes his mouth against mine, drowning out my words. “I’m not going to cum…” he says as he pulls back, taking in a deep breath, “until you do. And you’re going to do it quite a few times.”
“You like to talk a lot, don’t you?” I smirk at him as if I have everything under control but, deep down, my pussy is clenching and my heart is racing. I just want to feel his cock inside of me, and I need that right now. “Why don’t you show me what you can do?”
“Oh, I’ll fucking show you, that’s for sure,” he whispers, tangling his fingers in my hair again. Pulling my head back, he takes his lips to my neck and nibbles at my skin, his free hand going up to my right breast. Instead of squeezing it, he just pinches my aching nipple between his index finger and thumb, rubbing it as hard as I squeezed his cock moments before.
Oh, this is going to be good.
When his fingers finally fall from my nipple, he slides his hand down the side of my body and laces my waist with his arm. Moving fast, he forces me to lie down on the mattress while, at the same time, he kneels by my side. He doesn’t waste any time: he grabs at my dress and yanks on the fabric, pushing it down my legs in a hurry.
Now at a gentler pace, he lays one hand on my ankle and moves it upward until his fingertips are brushing against my inner thigh. He traces the contour of my thong gently and then, when I least expect it, he pulls it against my outer thigh. I hear a tearing sound and then the damp fabric simply slides off my body, my naked and wet pussy finally exposed and vulnerable.
“You look… beautiful,” he says, his eyes roaming down from my breasts to the wetness between my legs. “No, fuck that. You look perfect,” he corrects himself, softly placing two fingers on my pussy and moving them up my inner lips. Taking his hand out from between my thighs, he then raises his two fingers and takes them toward his mouth; he brushes them over his lips and I feel my heart skip a beat as I see them glisten from my own fluids. He licks his lips dry with the tip of his tongue and then smiles.
“Fucking delicious,” he breathes out, and I simply can’t control myself when I watch him do that. I prop myself up on one elbow and, taking my free hand to behind his neck, I pull him toward me. He rolls to the side as I spread my legs, and his naked body fits right between the space I’ve just opened, his hard shaft dangerously close to my drenched pussy lips.
Placing one hand next to my head, he uses it as leverage to lift his body off mine. Then, with his free hand, he grabs his cock and angles it so that it’s pointing straight at my pussy.
“Do it,” I breathe out, looking into his eyes and enjoying the hunger I see dancing there. He wants to devour me, to ravage me, to fuck me … and he wants to do it hard. “Do it.”
Without saying a word, he brings his cock down so that its tip is touching my folds, but he doesn’t thrust. Instead, he brushes it up and down the length of my pussy, and then surprises me by slapping the fat head of his cock against my clit. I let out a moan as he does it and, acting on sheer instinct, I lace my legs around his waist and draw him in.
He doesn’t fight back.
His hard mast slides inside of
me fast, stretching me wide, and I throw my head back and let out a piercing scream, one so hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if everyone on this floor heard me—hell, I wouldn’t be surprised if my scream was heard from across the street, at the Naughty Angel offices.
Driving his cock deep into me, Logan only stops when his full length has been devoured by my insides. Then he slides out, only his tip embraced by my wet pussy lips, and he thrusts again. He builds up a rhythm, soft and slow, and he places the hand he had by the side of my head under the nape of my neck.
“So fucking tight,” he whispers as he comes for me, his parted lips reaching for mine. We kiss, our tongues lost in a frenzied dance of hunger and lust, desire and sin. My breasts are pressed against his chest, and I feel every movement of his body—more than just my pussy, even my mind and soul are vibrating with the pleasure I’m feeling. It’s just so wild and intense, and gentle at the same time…
I place my hands on his back and, dragging my fingernails across his ripped muscles, I only stop when I feel the curve of his ass cheeks with the palm of my hands. “Harder… harder…” I beg of him, and he doesn’t wait to oblige. He starts pistoning into me with a kind of wild fury, his cock hammering my pussy so fiercely that I see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids.
“Harder, Logan, harder…” I continue to say, even though I’m not so sure if I can take it any harder. But harder is how he goes, his hips moving so fast that I can’t even tell if his cock is sliding in and out of me anymore. Not that it matters, anyway—all that matters is that his thick cock is straining against my inner walls, pleasuring me to my core and ravaging me like no other man has … well, no other man except Anders, of course. As good as Logan is, Anders matches him, thrust by thrust.
Taking his hand out from under my neck, he slowly curls his fingers around my neck, choking it softly. I moan as he does it, feeling the pressure of his fingertips on my skin and flesh, and I start swaying my hips wildly.
“You like it hard, don’t you?” I hear him say as the pressure of his fingers on my throat intensifies. He does it until pleasure is flooding my brain, and he stops right before I feel any pain. Logan knows exactly what he’s doing right now, and hell, it’s driving me completely crazy.
“I -- I do. I want… I want it hard,” I admit between moans, barely capable of any rational thought. My insides are clenching, and there’s a kind of hard pressure mounting inside of me, as if I had a thousand needles stuck inside of me biting at my muscles.
And, just like that, I explode.
Logan takes his fingers off of my throat, and a wild scream climbs up in a fraction of a second. I open my mouth to scream, but I don’t even hear the sound of my voice. The pleasure I’m feeling right now is so much—almost too much—and it demands all the attention of my brain. I can’t see or hear a thing, and all I can experience is the wild ecstasy running through my veins in a rush.
“Oh… God… Oh… my God…” I moan, clawing hard at Logan’s back as he slowly slides his cock out of my pussy. He kneels between my spreads legs and, taking a lungful of air, I prop myself up with both my elbows.