Her pussy clenched greedily, trying to hold them in, but as always, Logan did as he pleased.
Lacy lifted her head and glanced at him over her shoulder. She shuddered at the hungry, almost feral look in his eyes.
Though she had known Logan her entire life, his beloved face as recognizable to her as her own, she had never seen this man. And yet she seemed to know him just the same. In some ways, it felt as if she knew this man better than the other.
She pushed herself from the desk as he took a step away. The connection of their gazes never broke as she twisted to face him, and then dropped to her knees.
Logan issued no complaint as she worked to free his erection from his jeans. She dragged the denim to his knees and then took his cock in her hands.
He didn’t say a word as she stroked the thick, hard flesh. God help her if she thought three of his fingers stretched her. He’d tear her apart with this baseball bat. And she’d love every second of it.
She ran her tongue along the bottom of his cock, her eyes studying his face. She’d never been very sure of her abilities when it came to blowjobs. She’d gone down on a few guys and while they made all the right noises, sometimes she felt like those sounds were similar to her grunts when the guys fucked her. They were based more on encouragement than actual excitement.
Logan didn’t make any sounds, but his face and the way his hand cupped her cheek told her he liked what she was doing.
It gave her the confidence and courage to continue. Parting her lips, she sucked the head into her mouth, enjoying the way Logan’s hand flew from her face to her hair.
She closed her mouth around it and applied a bit of suction. Then, recalling the way Logan had suckled her nipples in his truck, she sucked harder.
His fingers gripped her hair tightly, tugging it. As she lessened the pressure on his cock, he softened his hold on her hair. She repeated the suction and his hands gripped her hair almost uncomfortably. The burning in her scalp traveled straight to her pussy, her own arousal returning with a vengeance.
Lacy held on to the base of his dick as she moved her mouth lower, trying to take more of him inside. She hadn’t even hit the halfway point before his head brushed the back of her throat.
While Logan’s hands remained in her hair, he didn’t seek to drive her actions. Instead, he let her continue to explore, to play, to figure it out. He was a very well-endowed guy, so she had to improvise. Lacy was desperate to give him the same pleasure he’d just offered her.
Soon, she found her pace, moving her lips and her hand in unison along his erection, trying to keep the pressure tight, hoping it was enough to push him into climax.
Whenever his fingers tugged her hair roughly, she knew she’d hit a sweet spot and she catalogued the information, returning there over and over.
For several minutes, she worked her mouth on his hard flesh, losing herself in the quiet magic of the moment as Logan rocked gently toward her.
When Logan’s fingers tightened on her head more roughly than before, she thought he’d made it to the brink. She started to move faster, but he halted her motions.
Tipping her face up until her eyes met his, he held her there, his cock still in her mouth.
“You ready?”
Her brows creased, slightly confused. She assumed he meant for his climax, but he didn’t look like a man on the verge of blowing.
She nodded slightly—and then everything she ever thought she’d known about blowjobs was blown out of the water.
Logan gripped her cheeks as he took the reins from her. Lacy’s fingers flew to his thighs, seeking purchase when he tripled their previous pace.
He fucked her mouth, pressing deeper than she’d dared to take him on her own. All she could do was hold on as he took. Her eyes began to water and she gagged a couple of times, but Logan didn’t cease the movement.
Once again she was overwhelmed by the sensation of being taken. Claimed. When he’d spoken that word in the truck, she’d thought it sounded hot. It triggered all those sexual fantasies she’d never shared with anyone before, the ones where she was captured by a stranger and used roughly. She had always felt slightly ashamed of those dreams, like they were wrong, like she shouldn’t feel arousal over such things.
Then Logan had promised to claim her, and it had brought all those shameful fantasies to the surface.
She couldn’t find a damn thing wrong with what she wanted now. Instead, she struggled with the realization that she was close to coming as well. How was that possible? He wasn’t touching her.
“Fuck yourself, Lacy. Put your fingers in that hot pussy of yours and fuck it. Hard.”
Her fingers tightened in the hard muscle of his thighs, her nails scratching his skin. However, she wasn’t sure if his loud grunt was due to pain or a precursor to his climax.
Then she obeyed his command, pressing two fingers inside herself as he continued to pound inside her mouth.
“How many?”
