14. Paris

Paris

I can’t help but whimper as arousal gathers at my core. This is the best damn dream I’ve ever experienced. I’ve never wanted a man as much as I want Logan. And he’s devouring my pussy like a starved man and I’m here for it.

Sex with Nikita was completely for his enjoyment.

And that didn’t bother me because I didn’t enjoy shit about my situation.

While the body does what the body does naturally, I blocked out everything that happened between us.

So, anything that wipes out those memories of him invading my body, I will gladly experience. Even if it’s through my dreams.

“Logan,” I moan, opening my legs wider, my hands moving to his hair. “I love the way your hair feels.”

He hums against my wet flesh as I move my hips over his mouth without embarrassment because this is just a dream despite how real it feels. Why the hell should I be embarrassed?

“Your mouth is like heaven. Damn, I can’t believe this is a dream. I will love to have this dream every day.”

He chuckles, the sound deep and warm. The vibrations spread through my body like a wave. “It isn’t a dream, baby.” His tongue licks the entire length of my pussy. “Wake up. I want to make you cum before I leave.”

“I don’t want to wake up,” I whimper. “Then the dream will end. I don’t want it to end. Not yet.”

The desperation in my own voice is a raw, needy sound. What he’s making me feel is so invigorating to my senses. If I wake up, then my reality will set in and I’m not ready for that. I want to stay in dream world a little longer.

His tongue circles my clit, and I grip his hair tighter. “Wake up, baby,” he says against my wet pussy before sucking my swollen bundle of nerves in his mouth. “It’s not a dream.”

A groan escapes me as his finger slips inside my entrance, and I slowly open my eyes. His wicked smile stretches across his face, and I’m drawn to him, my fingers yanking the thick, silken strands of his hair. His low moan vibrates through me, a sound that resonates deep in my bones.

“Oh my God. That feels amazing.”

He hums against my flesh and continues to devour me. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure in my entire life. I understand his need to protect me from the horrors of what Nikita had done to me, but I want to feel him inside me.

“So, it really isn’t a dream?”

He sucks on my bundle of nerves harder, essentially giving me my answer. I can just bask in the emotions this man makes me feel. He skillfully led me to multiple climaxes throughout the night, without expecting anything in return. But I need more of him.

“I need more, Logan.”

His mouth pulls away from me and his palm comes down on my bare pussy causing me to gasp. “What the hell, Logan!”

“You’ll get what I give you, Paris.”

He pushes his fingers back inside my entrance and my eyes roll when he touches a spot so deep within me, I can’t hold back the scream that rips from my throat.

“That’s right, my sweet girl.” While he continues to caress that spot inside me, he pinches my clit, and it’s like fireworks go off in the back of my eyelids.

“Logan!”

I scream his name to the heavens, as my toes curl and a gush of my arousal rushes out of me.

“Yes, fuck,” he moans. “That’s the sexiest shit I’ve seen in a long time, Paris. I wonder if I can make you squirt again?”

My eyes pop open, and the mischievous glint in his eyes tells me he’s not going to give me a choice. He’s going to make it happen.

“But first, I want to paint that beautiful skin in my cum.” He raises onto his knees, grasping his dick.

“Is it weird that I think your dick is beautiful?”

While moving his hand up and down his dick, he chuckles. “Never heard anyone call it beautiful. Maybe big, long. Or thick.”

He winks, and I can’t help but laugh as I roll my eyes.

“You can say want you want as long as I get to watch you squirm underneath me when I finally slide into your hot, dripping pussy.”

“Logan,” I groan.

“Aww you love when I talk dirty to you, baby?”

He quickens his movements, sliding his hand up and down his shaft. I nod while transfixed on his large hand pleasuring himself. His jaw is clenched so tight, his teeth are gritted together. His eyes are almost pitch black and sweat glistens on his face.

He’s so beautiful.

“Touch your pussy, sweetheart. I want to see how wet you are for me.”

Doing as he says, I run my fingers through my wet folds opening me up so he can see my arousal. He groans, briefly closing his eyes before opening them again.

“That’s it, baby. You look so good. I can’t wait to feel you wrapped around me.”

“I can’t wait either.”

I understand him wanting to take things slow, but when he looks at me the way he does, and how it makes me feel, it’s going to be difficult not to insist he take things to the next level.

I love his mouth on me, the way he makes me feel.

I can only imagine how he would make me feel when he finally sinks inside me.

“Soon you’ll have all of me. Fuck baby, keep going. Keep doing that. I’m close.”

His body is so tense almost like he’s holding back. But I don’t want him to hold back. Everything he does is so overwhelming. What he’s making me feel is so amazing.

“Logan…”

“I know, baby. I feel it too.”

His words are all I need to push me over the edge. White dots burst in the back of my eyes, and my orgasm washes over me like a sweet symphony.

“Fuck, sweetheart. I’m coming. Shit,” he groans, closing his eyes as his cum shoots on my chest, stomach, and thighs.

The epitome of perfection is all I can think about as I stare at the emotions blanketing his face as he enjoys in his orgasm.

When he opens his eyes and zeros on my body covered in his cum, his eyes get even darker, then a wicked gleam enters them.

He runs his finger through his cum from stomach to my chest then brings it to my lips. He rubs it across my them, then without hesitation I open my mouth and he pushes his finger between my lips. As I eagerly suck cum from it, he pulls his lip between his teeth.

When he removes his finger from my mouth, he gazes at me for a moment with a look on his face I can’t decipher.

Then he shakes his head, like he decides not to say what’s on his mind.

He climbs off the bed, and I close my eyes imaging how much my life has changed.

Now I’m actually with someone I want to touch me, who I can’t wait to feel inside me when not too long ago, I wanted to die.

I’m excited about experiencing this new part of my existence. My newfound sexual freedom.

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