“I’ve wanted to eat your pussy all fucking day,” he moans, guiding my legs over his shoulders so his head is between my thighs. “Having your scent on my fingers has been driving me crazy. I need another taste.”
His words have my pussy clenching and I stare down at him as his eyes flick up to mine briefly. His mouth curves up into a smirk just before his tongue darts out and licks through my folds.
I cry out, and he grips my thighs tighter as he begins to eat me like he’s a man starved of food. He licks me up and down, all the way from my entrance and up to my clit.
I lean back with an arm stretched out behind me as my other hand flies into Logan’s hair, my fingers disappearing through the thick, dark locks. My nails scrape against his scalp and he moans against my pussy, his voice vibrating through me.
My thighs tremble and I can feel my stomach tightening as my orgasm grows closer and closer.
“Logan…” I breathe out, and as if guessing my orgasm is close, he focuses on my clit, flicking it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth.
Before I know it, my thighs are tightening around his head and a scream tears through my throat as I come undone. My body shakes as tremors of pleasure wrack through my body.
He licks me until my body starts to still and as my breathing evens out, he stands back up and crushes his lips to mine. His mouth and chin are covered in my release and I can taste myself on his lips. Itshouldweird me out, but it only turns me on even more.
He lifts me up, walking us over to the car and opens the door. He sets me down on my feet and I slide into the back seat, scooting along the seat to lie on my back.
The seats are fairly narrow and there’s not much room, so once I’ve kicked off my shoes, I lift my legs up to allow Logan enough room to climb in after me, resting one knee on the seat and his other foot on the ground for stability. He parts my knees and settles between my legs, bunching my dress around my waist.
I reach towards him and pull his t-shirt over his head to reveal his strong, wide chest and the hard muscles of his washboard abs.
I thought only guys in movies looked like this.He’s gorgeous.
He hovers over me, touching his mouth to mine while his hands skim my body. He hooks his fingers into the straps of my dress, bringing them down my arms along with the straps of my bra. When my breasts come into view, heat floods my cheeks and he sucks in a sharp breath, his eyes widening as he reaches to cup them, squeezing and massaging.
“Fuck, your tits are perfect, babygirl,” he breathes out, flicking my hardened nipples with his thumbs. He leans down and takes one into his mouth and my head drops back against the leather seat, a sign escaping my lips.
He flicks his tongue against my nipple, swirling and teasing before he nibbles it, sending bolts of electricity to my core. He turns to my other breast and shows it the same amount of attention as the first.
As much as I love the feeling of his mouth on my breasts, I need more.
I needhim.
I reach down to palm his cock over his jeans, running a hand over the hardened bulge and he groans. I fumble with the fly of his jeans and bring them down his thick, muscled thighs, his cock springing free.
Christ, will he even fit inside me?
“Don’t you worry, baby, I’ll fit,” he says with a smirk, and I realise that I said that out loud, and my cheeks instantly flood with the heat of my embarrassment.
He reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and brings out a small square foil packet. It’s not until he tears it open and is rolling the condom down his long length that I finally realise that this is happening.
This isreallyhappening.
He brings his hands between my legs, circling my clit with his thumb while his other hand is stroking up and down his length, guiding it towards my entrance.
He meets my eye. “You wanna stop, just say the word.”
I nod, and a moment later, I feel the tip of his cock brush my wet folds before stopping at my slit. He pushes in slowly.Tooslowly.
He continues to rub my clit while working himself inside. He can’t be far inside me and I already feel so full. There’s a slight twinge of pain, though the entire feeling is so strange, but it’s bearable.
“Breathe, baby. Relax,” he whispers.
I can see Logan is struggling to restrain himself, his breath jagged and heavy.
“Logan, fuck me,” I moan.
“I don’t wanna hurt you, baby.”
