Chapter 4
CHAPTER
FOUR
Payden
Lordy have mercy.
This man isn’t just big, he’s pierced as well, and I swear to god I can feel that barbell searing me with pleasure as he pulls back.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “So tight.”
I stick my ass out, begging for more as he begins to move in and out of me slowly, his palms pressed against the mattress, his hips hitting my ass on every thrust.
He just came in my mouth, and less than a minute later he’s hard again and going for gold with that huge, pierced dick of his? I can’t even with this man. I think my earlier admission of being into older guys could be a definite reality if this is the payoff.
“Logan,” I moan as his pace is so damn perfect I want to scream. It’s not too fast, not too slow. “Right there. Oh, that feels so good.”
He moves his hands to my hips, gripping tight as I get lost in the oblivion of pleasure.
He’s hitting every nerve inside me, and in a few seconds, I’m coming all over his dick as he pumps in and out with fierce, hot as fuck thrusts.
“That’s it, baby, let me feel that hot little pussy comin’ all over my dick. ”
And his filthy words. My goodness, I’ve never been this turned on in my entire life.
My orgasm seems to spur him on as he rolls those sexy hips back and forth, his balls slapping against me in the most erotic way. “One more,” he grunts. “One more and I’m flipping you over.”
“Promises, promises—” I start, but he shuts me up with a series of hard thrusts that have me seeing stars. When I asked him if he wanted to fuck, I should’ve asked if that came with a warning label because Logan Dawson is one hot Daddy who knows what he’s doing.
“You don’t come again until I tell you to, got me?”
I’m about to tell him to get fucked when the sensation of pleasure ripples through me and I’m close again.
The pulses racing through my body are like electrical currents, and Logan is the puppet master.
I’ve always read in books where the hero commands the heroine to only come when he says so and not before.
Honestly? I’ve never understood it, but now I do.
It’s like Logan has a direct link to my pleasure zone and it’s no longer taking notice of me, only him.
The only command my pussy will take is from that sexy man inside me, and I’m powerless to stop it.
“Payden?” he grunts when I don’t answer.
“But you said one more.”
“When I say you can, you’ll let go, but not before.”
“Bossy bitch,” I mutter, knowing it sounds ridiculous.
I think he chuckles, but I can’t be sure.
He pulls me back up to my knees, my hands free of the mattress as he fucks me senseless, cupping my tits as I grip his hips behind me, then his ass, holding on for dear life.
“Logan!” I scream, the shockwaves running through me as I come again.
“Uh, oh,” he tsks in my ear. “I didn’t say you could.”
“What are you gonna do, spank me harder, Daddy?”
He peppers kisses on the top of my shoulders and I squeeze my eyes closed. My god. This man is insatiable.
“I think you deserve it.”
“Do your worst.”
I feel him shift, then he’s pulling out, flopping back onto the bed as he brings me with him. He bends me over his knee and smooths my ass with one cheek, then he slaps it, hard.
“Holy crap,” I mutter.
“Too much?”
“Heck no. I’m so horny, Loges. Again.”
He spanks my other cheek. “Don’t call me Loges.”
He repeats the process of spanking me three times on each cheek, then says, “What is this for?”
“For being a bad girl?” I hardly sound contrite. This man has changed sex for me forever.
I should bake him a quiche, or one of my chicken pot pies, or something to say thanks for the multiple orgasms.
“That’s right, and for not keepin’ that smart mouth shut, and comin’ when I said not to.”
“I can’t help that you had that big, barbelled dick inside me doing overtime,” I whine.
Even now, I can feel his cock against my stomach and I think he’s enjoying this as much as I am.
I wiggle my ass. “You done?”
“I don’t know, let me feel how wet you are now.”
I spread my legs as best I can in this awkward position, and his low growl is enough to re-energize my libido ten fold. He inserts a finger, then two, spreading my slickness all over.
“Let me taste that pussy one more time.”
I don’t have time to react as he shifts me off his lap, then he’s spreading my legs from behind and his mouth is at my pussy, sucking on each lip as he groans like he’s eating the most delicious pie.
“Fuck, baby.”
“I’m gonna die and I’m not going to heaven,” I whisper.
He chuckles against my bare flesh. “Ride me,” he says. “Ride my dick hard, Payden.”
My god. I’ll never be able to look at him in the same light ever again.
He pulls away, then I’m being hoisted onto his lap, facing him. I want to kiss him. I want to bury myself in him and never come up for air.
He’s the escape I need. The dick I crave. The man I want.
With his hands on my hips, he lowers me down as I grip him at the base, then slide onto him.
He hisses and it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard, aside from his grunts when he thrusts.
“That’s it,” he encourages. “Push those tits in my face, feed Daddy what he needs.”
And there it is. The reason I will never be able to fuck another man ever again, or why it won’t be as good if I do. Because of words like that.
I mean, what in the heck? And to think I was going to just drive home until I saw the neon sign showing the bar was still open.
I do as he asks, my ass still stinging from his touch.
I rest my hands on his shoulders as I bounce up and down, and that’s when he grips my hips tighter, stilling.
He’s buried so deep I can’t even breathe.
His mouth finds my tits and he licks, sucks, and plucks until I’m a squirming mess on top of him.
And he won’t let me move. He won’t let me come as one hand still grips me, and the other holds one breast to his mouth.
This man is too much, but my body is alight with desire like I’ve never had before.
“Fuck, Payden,” he murmurs. “These tits will be the death of me.”
“I thought—I mean, I figured you’d be a big tits kinda guy.”
He snorts. “Nuh, uh. These babies were made for my enjoyment only.”
I have no freaking clue what that’s meant to mean, but I’m digging how his tongue swirls around my nipple before he gently tugs it.
With my hands in his hair, I try to move, and his eyes meet mine as he looks up at me.
“Please?” I garble. “Logan, please let me come.”
Even with a mouthful of tit, I see the smirk. He releases me with a loud pop. “I thought I was an old man who couldn’t get it up?”
“I never said you couldn’t get it up,” I huff. “Clearly.” I motion between us. “I said I’d give you a minute.”
“If your ass moved as quick as that mouth, you’d be enjoying more orgasms than you could count.”
“Ha! Says you, who wouldn’t let me come a second ago. Talk about mixed signals.”
“It’s for a reason, Payd. When I let you come next, it’s gonna be more intense. Orgasm denial heightens pleasure when you’re finally allowed to release.”
Payd. Oh, boy, I’m screwed.
“Allowed? Wow, those are big words.” I smirk as I move again, up and down, up and down. He cups my tits, watching me with intense eyes.
“Nope, just know what your body needs, Angel. Take it, take all of me.”
He’s right, I haven’t sunk all the way down because, frankly, he’s fucking huge. But when I do, his guttural groan almost splits me in two.
“So big.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “So full.”
“Ride it, baby, hard.”
I rise up and down, our pace increasing as he pushes my body to the max, and I’m coming, calling his name on a long moan of desire as he starts to jut his hips, his hand reaching between my legs. One orgasm turns into two as he pinches my clit, and I’m in orbit. I fucking squirt.
Oh, my god. I make a wild sound, but my orgasm goes on and on, and then he’s calling my name in one violent shout, stilling as he spills into me.
We’re both a panting, sweaty, exhausted mess. I cling to him, my head resting on his shoulder as our bodies try to calm down after the overexertion.
“That was so hot,” he tells me, and a thrill goes through me at his praise. I made him come twice, and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.
“I always knew you were a dark horse.”
His chest rumbles. “I don’t know about that, but I’m glad you stopped by.”
I press my lips to his neck, wanting more contact, needing to taste his skin.
He lets me, though I don’t get anywhere close to his mouth. I suck on his neck, leaving my own mark since he gave me his earlier, and he growls as I do it, not once pushing me off.
“Fuck.”
“You certainly can move…”
“Don’t finish that sentence.”
“What?” I ask innocently.
“Were you gonna say ‘for an old guy’?”
I laugh, pulling back to look at him. His eyes, they’re like sparkling emeralds even in this dull light.
“Nope, for a bartender?—”
I yelp as he rolls me over, still inside me, and I’m on my back. “This bartender can teach your ass a thing or two.”
“I think you already did,” I muse.
He frowns. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head. “Far from it. I liked it. A lot.”
He pinches my chin. “You do have a smart mouth though.”
“I’ve been told that on many occasions.” I look away, not sure where we go from here. “I guess I better be going.”
He laughs.
I blink.
“Logan?”
“I’m still inside you and you’re already runnin’ away?”
“No. Not running. I just… I figured you probably don’t want me sleeping here.”
He trails a knuckle down my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine. “I’m gonna get up and make us some food. I’ll bet you haven’t eaten, then we’re gonna shower, and I’m gonna fuck you again.”
My eyes widen. “Food?”
He shakes his head. “That’s all you got from that?”
I roll my lips. “I really am famished. For some reason, I’m worn out.” Then I frown. “You cook?”
“Don’t look so astounded. I am capable of putting together a sandwich.”
“Sandwiches aren’t cooking.”
“They are if you grill them.”
I keep my trap shut. I need food. “You make a valid point.”
“I’ve never met anyone who didn’t like a turkey melt.”
My stomach almost groans. “Would you like a hand?”
He pulls out of me, rolling onto his back. Then he shifts and a few seconds later, his t-shirt lands on my belly. “Put this on. You can butter the bread.”