Chapter Thirty-Six
Logan
Her ex was a complete idiot for cheating on this goddess. A fucking idiot. But thank fuck he had, as awful as it sounded, because I would never have met her and would never have gotten a taste of heaven if he had kept her to himself.
My body tensed with every bob of her head. The feeling of her moving against me was so erotic. I was so close to ending this right now between those sexy lips of hers.
She’d said she wasn’t good at this. What a load of crap she’d been fed. She licked and sucked me like she couldn’t get enough. Her hands moved to my balls, testing her own sexuality and power to drive me wild.
But, as much as I wanted that, I needed to taste her, to feel her sweet heat around my cock, and hear moans fill the air loud enough to get a noise complaint called on us.
I pulled back, and her cautious gaze darted up to meet my face.
“You’re fucking perfect, but I’ve been fantasizing about your body and your cunt for too long to be selfish. You can play with my dick after I’ve had my fill of you.”
Like that would ever happen, that voice in my head whispered, but I focused on the beauty rising to her feet before me.
Oh, the possibilities.
“Well … what are you gonna do to make me feel inspired, Logan?”
She fucking smirked at me, and my gaze flared with carnal desire.Claim, own, consume.
I was going to enjoy every second of turning that smirk into a moan of ecstasy.
My hands went to her hips as I stepped out of my pants. Then, I picked her up and carried her into the bathroom, setting her on the counter.
Spreading her wide before me and the mirror on the open door.
“You’re going to watch me lick your pussy, and then we’ll see if you’re inspired yet.”
I bowed before her, my Italian goddess, my queen.
Pulling her thong to the side, I made sure she could see every flick, every nip, and every suck. I devoured her with her watching eyes on the mirror and me. I consumed every drop of her arousal like it was my very own aphrodisiac.
Her thighs clenched, trying to close as she neared release, but that first orgasm would be against my dick, not my tongue. I was greedy and wanted to feel it, watch her come apart against me like I’d imagined so many moments since meeting her.
I stood abruptly and plunged my cock into her hot core.
“Oh God,” she moaned as I pounded into her over and over, her walls tightening one last time before her nails dug into my shoulders and her head tilted back against the glass and fell hard into pleasurable oblivion.
This, right fucking here. The sight before me, the sensation of her around me, the sounds she made. I could die, feeling her come apart, shattering, and setting herself free before my very eyes and with my cock as the tool of her letting go.
Something was happening here, cementing into my soul, as her whimpers echoed around the bathroom tiles. But, instead of facing it, I lifted her up and off my cock before spinning her around to bend her over the counter.
“You’re a fucking goddess, the way you make me want to give you everything and more. More of this cock, more of my tongue. You feel so good, Mia. I don’t know how I’m going to stop claiming your pleasure.”
It was the honest truth. I wanted more and then some after that.
I entered her slowly this time, letting her feel every inch of me filling her. Her hooded eyes watched her face and mine as I seated myself fully inside her. My one hand gripped her shoulder, the other holding on to her pushed-aside thong like reigns on a prized horse.
Reluctantly, I pulled back, only to be reunited with her sweet core over and over.
“I want to see your cock disappear inside me,” she moaned.
Who was I to deny this woman anything? I slightly picked her up, still impaled on my cock as she stayed bent over, one hand on the counter, the other on the door, and I began pounding hard into her. Those tits bouncing with every thrust.
Oh fuck.Seeing her watch every movement of my cock with a wanton stare would be my undoing. She liked seeing what I was doing to her, the image turning her on just as much as it did me.
