7. LOGAN
LOGAN
My cock shrivels in the moments I worry Lauren might be an underage virgin trying to trap me into something nefarious.
Which is stupid of me. As far as I’m concerned, she and I have a connection, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
I shouldn’t doubt her. And now, I’ve ruined the mood and my hard-on.
“Well, that was a mood killer,” I semi-joke, pulling the condom off and tossing it to the floor.
“I think I know how to fix it,” she says, scooting down the bed.
Before I realize her intent, she has my dick in her mouth. “Oh shit, Lauren.” I want to stop her so we can continue what we started before.
That’s a lie.
I don’t ever want to stop her.
I close my eyes and take a deep breath as my cock hardens between her lips. “Fuuuuck.”
I keep one hand behind my head and the other on hers.
She hollows her cheeks and sucks hard. My hips buck, and I’m ready to rock once again.
She licks down one side and back up the other before taking me all the way in again.
My tip hits the back of her throat. I want to grab her head and fuck the fuck out of her face, make her choke on my cock until tears stream down her pretty little cheeks.
I look down at her bobbing head as she licks and sucks.
She’s damn good at this for someone who has only been with one other person.
Just because she’s only had sex with one other person, doesn’t mean she hasn’t given blow jobs.
Abort thought. There’s no room in my head for her lips on other guys’ cocks when mine is in her mouth.
“Is it okay?” she asks, pulling away.
“It’s perfect, Lauren. You’re perfect. Amazing.”
She preens slightly and goes back to sucking. Hard. Her tongue swirls around my tip, her teeth graze my length, and when I feel her gag reflex again, I know I’m going to lose it.
“Lauren, baby, I’m going to come.”
She moans in response, the vibrations hit my cock, and I lose all control. My hands grip the sides of her head, and I fuck the fuck out of her face. My rhythm erratic, my motions anything but smooth, and the next thing I know, I’m pumping everything I have down her throat.
She takes it like a fucking champ.
“Oh fuck. Lauren. My God.” I fall back against the headboard, unable to open my eyes or catch my breath. She licks at the lingering drops from my tip, making my dick jump again. I save myself by pulling her into my lap and holding her tight while I catch my breath.
“That was crazy intense.” I kiss her hard. “And amazing. Thank you.”
“I just did to you what you did to me.” She shrugs, making me chuckle.
I reach behind her and unhook the bra we’d never gotten around to taking all the way off, lowering it slowly until her breasts hang free.
She has perfect breasts. Absolutely perfect. I lathe the mounds with my tongue, taking extra care to make sure her nipples don’t feel neglected.
“Oh God, Logan.”
I love how she sounds—when she’s turned on, when she orgasms. And we haven’t even officially fucked yet.
This woman fucking wrecks me. I bring her breasts together and pull both nipples in my mouth at once.
And when she moans again and arches her back to push her tits further into my mouth, my dick jumps back into action.
She’s like a witch who’s wrapped me in a spell; everything she does turns me on.
“You are so fucking incredible, Lauren.” I run my hand down her belly and between her legs where her pink folds beckon.
I groan and slide my fingers in, pumping them slowly. Her breath quickens and body tenses. She’s ready for me.
I pull my juice-coated fingers from her pussy and lick them clean. “You taste amazing.”
Lauren grabs my face in her hands and pulls my lips to hers, kissing me hard, her tongue pushing against mine.
I let her control the kiss as I wrap my arms around her and roll to my back, leaving her splayed across me.
My hands travel down to her ass, and I hold a cheek in each hand, as we kiss, my fingers dipping lower, toying with her ass, making her moan.
My dick grows harder than it was before if that’s even possible.
She slows the kiss and lifts her head to look at me. “Will you fuck me, Logan? Please?”
She rocks back and forth, rubbing her pussy along my cock, spreading her wetness as she goes. I want to stop and get a condom so I can fuck her, but what she’s doing feels too good.
Until she rolls her hips towards my tip and pulls me inside.
That feels way fucking better.
“Condom,” I rasp.
“I’m on birth control. Please, I want to feel you.” She continues to sink down on me. I grab her hips to slow her.
Don’t be stupid, Logan.
“Please,” she moans.
Fuck me for being stupid.
I move my hands, letting her take me all the way in. She pauses, (re)adjusting to my size, and I groan. This woman is fucking exquisite. So tight and hot around me. Her beautiful breasts jutting out as she’s astride me.
Her eyes widen and her mouth forms a perfect O shape as her pussy swallows my dick.
“Are you okay?” I rasp.
Please be okay. I couldn’t stop now even if I wanted to.
She nods. “I’m so fucking good.”
Oh, thank God!
She rides my cock like we’ve been doing this our whole lives. Rising above until my cock is barely inside her then sinking down until I bottom out. Her body glistens in the afternoon sun coming through the window.
I watch, mesmerized. Up and down. The tempo is slow, but the cadence is fantastic.
So fucking good is right.
My balls tighten, and I bite my cheek to distract myself from coming too quickly.
My hips arch up to meet hers. I pull her to me to try to slow our roll. I’ve never felt this out of control with a woman. I need this to be just as good for her, equally mind blowing. I force my breath to slow and my cock to calm.
It’s never been like this.
Being inside her is beyond anything else I’ve ever felt.
I could die happy right now with Lauren on my dick, breathing in that vanilla and sandalwood scent that already drives me crazy.
She sits back up to retake control. All I can do is lie there and admire the stunning beauty above me.
Blonde hair tumbling loosely around her face and shoulders.
Creamy skin glowing, flushed with desire, marked by my teeth, burned by my whiskers.
Big blue eyes blazing with hunger and passion.
For me.
“Grind against me,” I grunt. “Do what feels good.”
She rotates her hips; her clit grinds against my pelvis. “Oh, Logan.”
“Touch yourself, baby.”
She reaches down to rub her clit with her fingers. Her muscles tighten around my dick.
She’s a vision above me, riding hard, getting herself off, it’s almost too much for me to handle.
“It feels so good.” Her fingers circle faster, I add my thumb to help. “Logan, I’m going to come. Oh, God.” Her pussy clamps down around me like a vise, as she cries out her release. It’s all I can do to keep myself from spilling my load.
I flip us over so I’m on top, work one of her legs up to rest on my shoulder, then ram into her. Hard. Over and over. My balls slap her ass. My muscles strain. My cock begs for release. I need her to come again.
“Logan.” Her voice low and gritty. “Oh God, Logan.” She repeats my name like a chant as I rock in and out of her. It’s so fucking hot. I reach under her and curve my hand around her ass cheek, squeezing and kneading as I grind down against her.
“Lauren, look at me.” My voice is barely above a whisper.
When she complies, I capture her lips with mine in a kiss so deep, so consuming, it feels other worldly.
A soft cry of pleasure escapes her as I quicken my pace.
Our kiss turns frantic. Tongues tangling, teeth clashing, and no way to get close enough.
Deep enough. It’s too much and not enough at the same time.
I tear my lips from hers. “You need to come. Now.”
She does. Her body arches, eyes close, muscles spasming as she gives in to the pleasure rocketing through her.
I watch her for as long as I can until I’m forced to let go.
My body shakes and convulses as I come harder than I ever have in my life.
My vision blackens, my body turns weightless as I spiral downward in a vortex of pure ecstasy.
Her legs fall limply to the bed, her body lax.
“It’s never been so good.”
“Mmm,” she replies lazily.
I roll off her and pull her into my side so I can lose myself in her scent. She wraps an arm and leg around me, and we stay like that, sated and spent.
In that moment I know, without a doubt, there’s no “could” about it. I’ve fallen for this woman. Hard.