His pleasure was all because of me.
“Faster. Harder,” he gritted out that last word.
I started breathing harder, faster. He did as well. I leaned back so I could look down between our bodies and watch what I did to him. The crown of his massive cock was glossy from his pre-cum, and I found my mouth watering for a taste. I’d never given a man a blowjob, never wanted to. But with Logan, I wanted to experience everything sexual… with only him. It was like I was watching myself do the next couple of acts like an out-of-body experience that jacked my desire up even higher.
I was pushing away from him, climbing off Logan's lap, and he let me, although I could see on his expression he didn’t like that.
And then I was on my knees between his tree-trunk thighs a second later, my hands on his knees pushing them apart so I could fit my tiny body between them.
I stared up at him when I was in place, seeing that exquisite male desire on his face. I lowered my focus down his broad shoulders that were three times as wide as mine, lower still over his muscular chest—an inverted triangle that was all raw power. And stopped when I came face-to-face with his cock.
“Careful, baby, I’m liable to come just at the thought of what you could be doing in that position.”
The endearment speared right through my clit, and I gasped from how intensely I felt it.
Gathering all my courage, and not knowing what the hell to actually do, I leaned forward, gripped his shaft again, and pulled the tip to my lips, all the while staring right at him.
His eyes were hooded, the green seeming to glow in the dark room. His mouth was parted, air moving in and out of his lips so fast.
“Slowly or I’m going to blow my load right in that perfect, pretty mouth of yours.”
I closed my eyes and moaned, and when I opened them again, I noticed the motion of his hands on the comforter on either side of him, his knuckles tightening fiercely on the material as if it were the only thing keeping him upright.
While I stared into his eyes, I brought his cock back to my mouth and sucked the crown into my mouth. The first drop of his salty, very male pre-cum landing on my tongue had me moaning again. I closed my eyes and hummed around him even more as I started bobbing my head up and down his length, trying to take as much as I could, but not even able to take half of his length. He was just so big.
The tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly, which in turn had him groaning and spearing a hand into my hair. He kept me right there as he lifted his hips gently, pushing his dick into my mouth so the tip once again hit the back of my throat, and I gagged once more.
“Yeah,” he said in a raspy voice.
I kept sucking on his cock, running my tongue along the underside of the length, right up that thick vein that I swore beat under his flesh, and moved back up to suck and lick off his salty male essence.
For long moments, I moved my mouth over him, moved down and up. Down. And up. I paid attention to his crown, swirling my tongue along the hole at the tip, gently pressing the muscle along it, licking off the cum dotting it. He was so tight above me, small gruff grunts leaving him intermittently as if he didn’t want to make noise but couldn’t help himself. And then I felt his body tighten, knowing he was about to come, feeling powerful that I was the one about to push him over the edge.
So I went even harder, faster, needing his seed in my mouth, down my throat, in my body like an internal marking from him. I was starved for him in so many ways, ways that made no sane sense, but that felt so right.
And just when I knew he was about to give me what I hungered for, he had his hands on my shoulders and was pushing me away from him. I was left sitting back on the heels of my feet, staring up at him as my breasts rose and fell from my increased breathing. I felt a blush of arousal cover me from head to toe, my mouth feeling swollen and wet from what I’d just been doing to him.
I couldn't breathe, and my body was so ready for Logan I felt my wetness drip down my inner thighs.
“I didn’t realize how starved I was until you came into my life, and I understood nothing else could sate the hunger.”
My inner muscles clenched, as if my pussy had a mind of its own and was screaming at me to get something thick and hard all up in there. God… I was losing my mind with need. I could hear my heart racing in my ears, and my palms started to sweat. “Let me be the one to put out that hunger, Logan.” My voice was husky and hot, as if this other woman was now housed inside me, no longer unsure of what sex was all about.
“Jesus Christ,” he cursed. “You’re the hottest fucking thing to ever come into my life.”
I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat and couldn’t help but glance down at his erection, intimidation pretty damn strong in me. “Logan.” God, was that my voice… that sexual purr of need? And I could see the effect of my voice on him. I watched as his body got harder right in front of me, the sound of his desire like a gun going off as he growled.
Yes. Growled.
“Say it. Make it dirty, baby.”
I felt my cheeks flame at his command. I’d only ever thought these illicit things in my head. Alone, there would be no need to be embarrassed; they’d played through me like a movie reel. And Logan wanted me to vocalize them, make them solid between us.
“I want you…” I took a deep breath. I can do this. “I want to feel you pushing that big cock deep in my body. I want you to stretch me.” I took a stuttering breath. “I want you to claim me.” The last part was whispered.
“Blythe,” he groaned and closed his eyes. “You want me in you so deep it hurts?” He opened his eyes just in time to see me nod in approval.
Before I could anticipate what he was doing, Logan had me on his lap, his fingers digging into my hips, his cock jerking between us.
“I want you,” I moaned.
And then I was flipped onto my back, parallel with the bed with Logan looming over me, and everything else just faded away.
10
Blythe
Logan had his chest to me only a second after my back met the mattress, and as if my body had a mind of its own, I arched my back and pressed my breasts to his hot, firm skin.
I felt the soft, light hair that covered his pectoral muscles, moaning at how erotically good it felt moving against my nipples. My pussy contracted hard, another reminder of where I wanted him.
“Blythe,” he moaned my name almost deliriously as my breasts moved against his chest.
I didn’t ask. I just reached down and wrapped my hand around his cock. He was all but bursting in my palm, overflowing, hot and hard and ready for me.
He groaned a deep, very male sound of pleasure from my touch.
His cock was nestled between my slick folds, and when he started rocking back and forth, I couldn’t help but move with him, lifting my hips up, moving in tandem with him, gasping at how good it felt.
“Oh. Christ.” His words were getting shorter, deeper. I could tell he was slowly losing his control, and I realized I'd never wanted anything more than Logan to be completely uninhibited with me at this moment.
My hips started working back and forth on their own, and he grunted, his eyes tightly shut, his jaw gritted. I felt the bulbous head of his shaft bump my clit every time he pressed upward, and a soft mewl of ecstasy left me. I felt an orgasm start to wind tighter in me, and I knew just a couple more seconds of rocking back and forth like this and I’d explode for him.