“Damn, woman. What was that?”
“I work out too,” she said, smiling at him.
Lying back, he crossed his arms behind his head. “At one of my gyms, I hope.”
She trailed a French manicured nail down the middle of his chest, gripped the waistband of his shorts and tugged them down and over his hips. He wasn’t wearing underwear. “Maybe.”
She did, actually, own a membership to one of his clubs, and used it regularly to exercise and stay in shape.
“The monthly membership is very affordable,” he said on a hiss as she curled her fingers snugly around the base of his thick shaft and began to stroke. She wet her lips, lips that would soon be wrapped around him. The thought of it aroused her more than she already was.
“Damn. What are you doing to me?”
Violet swiped her thumb over the tip, smoothing the wetness that oozed from the tip of his cock. “Hopefully something you like.”
Logan muttered through clenched teeth, “Like is not a strong enough word.”
Gripping firmer, stroking harder, she leaned forward and ran her tongue over the darkened tip. He was salty and sweet and thoroughly delicious.
He grasped a handful of her hair when she gently eased her mouth over his cock. “Shit,” he moaned.
Slowly, she swirled her tongue down his thickness, around and around, before coming up again to kiss the tip. Covering just the head, she sucked harder, allowing his cock to come out of her mouth over and over with a popping noise. Each time she’d twine her tongue around the shaft. She opened her lips wider and sank all the way down until the tip of his cock touched the back of her throat. Closing her mouth around him, she sucked and licked, cupped his sac in her hand and squeezed. His balls were large and tight with need, yet the flesh covering them was soft and very sensitive, judging by the groans coming from his mouth.
Logan jerked upward. “Fuck, that feels good.”
One hand cupped his sac, while the other slid around his cock. She twisted her tongue around his shaft, and smoothed her mouth over him, tasting his essence.
“Oh my god, don’t stop. Please don’t stop.” He arched into the sexual heat of her mouth, and she glanced up to find his eyes closed, his face taut with pleasure.
She pulled her mouth away. “Watch me, Logan. Watch me taste you.”
Logan rose up to lean on his hands, and his heated gaze locked with hers and she loved the fact he seemed mesmerized, watching her lower her mouth back to his cock and take it deeper, her free hand massaging his balls.
Another groan rumbled from his chest as he fucked her mouth and watched her slide his cock back and forth between her lips. She stroked hard, sucked long and deep, over and over until he was flat on his back again, pumping wildly with the need to release.
His pleasured cry rent the air as he thickened and hardened even more than he already was. “No,” he groaned, pushing her head away. “I want to be inside you. Logan scrambled to his pants for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Within seconds he’d sheathed himself and tugged her beneath him.
With his knee, he urged her legs apart. “You’re making me crazy.”
“That was the idea,” she said, lifting her legs and placing them on his shoulders.
He palmed his cock and massaged it. Taking the tip, he rubbed it between the slit of her glistening pussy lips.
“Damn, you’re wet.”
Squirming, she lifted her hips. “And ready.”
He buried himself inside on a needy moan. “Oh yes.”
Violet tilted her hips upward, bringing him even deeper.
“Oh, god,” he groaned, a husky murmur of approval.
“Fuck me, Logan. Fast. Don’t stop.”
And he did. He thrust his body forward again and again, in a wild frenzy of passionate hunger. The intensity of his pounding brought her to a quick orgasm, ecstasy shimmering through her on a cascading wave.
Yet, he didn’t stop.