Chapter 16 #2
“I love your tits, Ava. I’ve dreamt of touching them, licking them. I wasn’t quite expecting the piercings.”
His finger played with one as he said that. The sensation it created rippled throughout my body.
“Do you not like them?”
He responded by bending down, his tongue dipping to my left nipple, savoring and nibbling on the metal bar and sensitive skin. My hand went to my right breast instinctively, pulling at my right nipple.
“Oh, I like them,” he said. “That’s probably an understatement.” His words were muffled against my skin as his mouth continued its work.
At the same time, the desire I felt inside, deep and low, was mounting. My lower half rocked against Logan, writhing against his hard cock, needing relief.
“Ava…I’m going to fuck you,” he mumbled. “I need to be inside you.”
This was not asking consent.
This was a declaration.
My hand reached between my legs, seeking his rock-hard dick.
The tip was sticking out of the top of his underwear, the head smooth.
Looking down, I found myself rubbing along the tight skin of the head of his cock, the glistening pre-cum leaking from him.
My finger swiped it, and I brought it to my lips.
Making sure Logan was watching me, I sucked the saltiness clean off, then brought my mouth to his.
“You taste good, too,” I told him.
“Fuuuck…,” he roared. “I need to get my wallet.” He started to push me from his lap, but I stopped him.
“Where is it?” I asked.
He pointed to his sweatpants on the floor. I moved to them, reaching into the pocket and retrieved the condom from his wallet. When I turned back around, he was standing, completely naked.
Holy shit. What a fucking sight that was. I knew he was tall. I mean, compared to me, he was a giant. But naked, with those lines of his cut muscles, as he stared down at me, he was intimidating, almost godlike.
I found it hard to swallow my own spit.
He held his hand out for the tiny square foil, but I moved to kneel in front of him.
As I did, I stared at his dick. Now, to me it was massive.
However, I think it was just because he was massive.
It fit his body. It wasn’t out of proportion to the rest of him.
I mean, christ, I think he had to be at least six feet, four inches tall.
I say that because he was over a foot taller than me, and I was five foot two.
So yeah, the thing hung, big, in front of me. With huge veins running through it.
And I couldn’t wait to feel it, lick it, and have it inside me.
So I did.
Leaning forward, my lips spread wide around the tip of his dick as I lowered my mouth. The smooth skin was warm inside me, stretching me to my limit. My tongue swirled across the tip, tasting the saltiness still leaking.
“Fuck, Ava,” Logan groaned. “That feels amazing. I love the feel of that ring along my dick.”
Slowly, my head bobbed up and down, making sure to drag the ring along the sides of him.
Pushing forward, his length attempted to penetrate the depths of my throat.
My one hand held him at the base, while the other gathered his balls, massaging and squeezing.
And if it was possible, he grew bigger while I pumped him in my mouth.
He grabbed the back of my head, fucking me, fucking my mouth.
But then he stopped. Became completely still and held my head firmly in his hands, not letting me move.
“I don’t want to come like this,” he said. “I want to be inside you, but not your mouth, Ava.”
Pulling him from my mouth, I looked up. I hoped he appreciated the smile I gave him as his dick slid from my mouth.
I went to work on tearing the foil pack with my teeth. I hastily rolled it over his hard length, realizing quickly it didn’t cover him all the way.
He dropped to his knees in front of me. “How do you want this, sweetheart?”
I knew with his size, my favorite position would be a challenge. But I flipped over on all fours, my ass up in the air for him.
“Jesus Christ, Ava. You’re gonna kill me.”
I heard him spit in his hand before feeling him moisten me with his fingers.
Then his mouth was on my pussy, tongue pushing inside, licking and spitting.
He pulled away and hastily pushed two fingers in, prepping me.
When he knelt behind me, aligning his length with my pussy, he dragged it up and down, top to bottom, then teasing my entrance with his tip.
“I’m going to start slow, sweetheart, you tell me how it feels.”
He started pushing his cock inside, inch by inch. My pussy stretched around him, taking him, inviting him. He continued filling me, slowly advancing until he stopped.
“Fuck, Ava, you took me, babe. You took all of me.”
His movements were slow. His one hand was on my hip while the other was pushing on my lower back. He pulled out the slightest bit, then pushed back in, testing the waters.
When he pulled out the second time, I slammed my body back against his, my open legs crashing against his.
“Aaahh!” I screamed.
He pulled himself out of me and froze, then dropped his entire body against my back, his mouth against my ear.
“Are you OK? Should we stop?”
“Fuck, Logan, no. Don’t stop. You feel amazing. Fuck me harder.”
A soft chuckle left his mouth as it fell against my ear in a puff of air. He kissed my ear softly before rising to his knees and regaining his hold on my hips. I could tell he was gearing up.
Gearing up for an assault I greatly wanted.
He rubbed his dick along my pussy, from clit to ass. Moving it back up to my opening, he lined himself up, and with one push, as he pulled my hips toward him, he seated himself completely inside me. The sensation as he filled me up took my breath away.
However, he didn’t give me a chance to languish in that for long.
He pulled out and rammed himself back in me, repeatedly.
The sound of smacking skin echoed in the room along with our cries of ecstasy.
He reached under us and grabbed a hold of my swaying tits, holding them like a lifeline.
With that arm, he pulled me up to my knees, my back to his front.
Our slick bodies now like one as he held me tight with each punishing thrust.
Suddenly, I felt him sliding us back, pulling us up, and I was now sitting on him as he sat on the couch.
He was somehow still inside me as he pushed and pulled my hips with his hands.
My fingers gripped his thick thighs, trying to take hold of something, as I rode him back and forth.
Both his hands found my breasts, pulling and twisting at my nipples, the sensation adding to the mounting pleasure.
The orgasm was building in my core as his cock hit parts of my pussy no man had ever touched. My movements became erratic on his lap as the waves rippled closer and closer together.
“Ava,” Logan grunted. “I want to be looking at you when I come inside you.”
He so easily flipped me over. As I was on my back, his blue eyes looked down at me just as his mouth landed on mine.
During that kiss, he pushed his way back inside me, filling me up as I wrapped my legs around his waist. Using my heels, I pulled him deeper into me, keeping him there, grinding into him.
The guttural moan he let out into my mouth, my throat, reverberated into my chest. He went back to a rhythm, and I knew he was close, bringing me back to a pinnacle on my mountain as well.
His thrusts got faster, a measured cadence to them. We were in sync as we bucked back and forth against each other, manic but deliberate.
“That’s it, Logan, don’t stop, I’m coming.”
His frenetic movements threw me over the edge, my legs clamping down on his sides as the walls of my pussy clenched his cock in a tight hold. He grunted as he spilled himself inside me.
Our bodies stilled. His head fell against my shoulder as we lay quietly with each other, our breathing evening out.
He kissed me gently on my shoulder. My nails ran along the planes of his back, his frame almost too large for my arms to span.
I felt small bumps rise in the wake of my nails across his skin, and he wiggled when I got too close to his sides.
“You’re ticklish,” I said.
He lifted above me, that Adonis of a body still stealing my breath, and looked down at me.
“Isn’t everyone?”
“No,” I said.
He pulled the condom off and went to the bathroom to dispose of it. When he came back, he remained naked, only covered us with a blanket on the couch.
“Are you comfortable here? Or do you want to go back on the floor?” he asked.
He took up most of the couch due to his size, but pulled me on top of him, making him my body pillow. I cozied up into his shoulder, very sleepy.
“This is good,” I said. “But your feet are hanging off the edge, you don’t fit.”
“I’m fine.” His arm wrapped around me, and we both settled in against the pillow. “Ya know, if I wasn’t so tired, I’d be putting your theory about not being ticklish to the test.”
“There’s always tomorrow,” I said.
I think we were both asleep before I finished saying it.