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  Desperate for a little leverage, I grabbed his head. With the military cut, there wasn't enough hair to hold onto and tug him closer. I squirmed, my hips sliding side to side as I tried to bring his lips into contact with my skin. "Major, please..."

  He growled and lightly nipped at me through the fabric, the gesture so fiercely sensual I twitched and whimpered again.

  "Logan," I amended. "Please remove my panties. I want to feel you on me!"

  He grabbed the edges of the underwear, gave a sharp rip and tossed the rent fabric over his shoulder as his mouth closed over my clit. His hands traveled down my calves to tug the sandals off my feet.

  "I want you naked, too," I protested. I'd been ogling his hard body full-time for the last few months, trying to be discreet but aching to learn all its contours.

  He leaned back and stripped just the ACU top off, his t-shirt hiding his chest and thick biceps from my view. He threaded his arms under my ass then laid his palms against the swell of my stomach. His short nails lightly raked at my flesh as his tongue found the swollen tip of my clit and started to push it around.

  He pushed and pushed and pushed, growling and licking, up and down, over and over until he had me completely breathless.

  I raised my feet off the floor and ran the soles along his back a few times before my knees locked against the sides of his head. I'd never had a boy go down on me, never had one so much as offer. Certainly not one of those boys would have done the job the Major was doing. His top lip rubbed the length of my clit while his tongue drew circles around it. Every few seconds, his tongue would dip lower to trace the edge of my pussy and take one slow, thick stroke inside it before returning to tease the hood.

  Pressing hard against my flesh, he trailed his fingers down my sides and began kneading my butt. He had said he was going to do everything in my texts and his touch told me he meant it. His thumb began to tease the tense ring of muscle guarding my ass while his mouth formed a tight seal over my clit. Lips and tongue worked the swollen spine as one finger gently prodded my rear perimeter.

  I was right at the edge, ready to explode, my empty pussy flexing and rolling as his finger penetrated my ass. I mewled once then my knees gripped his head and my torso rose up off the mattress. Squeezing at the invading digit, I rocked forward, moaning his name as my entire body began to tremble violently.

  I slammed back, rocked forward, cream dripping from me as hard contractions of release squeezed my pussy. For twenty seconds I rode his face and finger, whimpering and moaning, climaxing harder and harder until I was completely wrung out.

  I collapsed onto the mattress. His finger eased out and the hard grinding suction against my clit melted to soft kisses and lingering swipes of his tongue that ran the length of my pussy as I continued to twitch. Finally, he rose and disappeared for a few seconds into the master bathroom.

  Listening to the water running, I tried to calm myself but couldn't. My hands started to roam my body. I squeezed my large tits, palmed my mound and tugged at the flesh with sharp pinches. He returned to find me whimpering his name over and over, my hips pumping air.

  Logan stared down at me, his gaze tracking the path of my hands as I continued to torment my flesh. "So beautiful, Lily."

  I didn't know whether to cry or smile. Not once in all my fantasizing had I allowed him to call me beautiful. I'm not beautiful. Sure, I have flawless skin and big eyes that everyone compliments me on. I also have thick, lustrous reddish-brown hair that my older sister loves to pull because she inherited the thin straw blond from our dad's side. But those are the only pluses and they are minused out several times over from the shoulders down.

  Having a fantasy Logan tell me I’m beautiful would break the illusion. Hearing the real Logan say it had the same effect. My hands retreated from my body and I started to push up.

  Logan planted one palm between my breasts. Holding me down against the mattress, he used his other hand to tease my pussy. "I like watching you touch yourself."

  He licked his lips, first the bottom one then the top. His head swiveled so he could see my body's reflection in the mirror. "Such a lovely pussy. I’m humbled you would offer it to me, Lily."

  Offer?

  Oh, no doubt I would have offered it had I not been a coward and certain of his refusal. But he had taken it—without protest, but with no more permission than my soft moans and slick thighs. I could never imagine being brave enough to offer myself to him because I wanted to give so much more than just a hole or three. I wanted a life with him.

  "Baby, you say you want me to touch you, but then your head goes somewhere else." His fingers dipped down, one calloused tip tracing the perimeter of my pussy before pushing inside. He retreated, pushed two fingers in and groaned as my muscles constricted around the intrusion. "I want your head back here, in this room, on this bed, my hand exploring this deliciously tight hole."

  His fingers slowly pushed in and out while his thumb pressed against the pearl of my clit.

  In.

  Out.

  The tension mounted and retreated until I almost forgot myself. His gaze drew me back to reality as he soaked in every squirming push of my bottom against the mattress and roll of flesh as my hips ran snug circles.

  He could sweet talk all he wanted but I knew—whatever fueled his lust would evaporate. I had this one night and could not hope for more. Stretching my arm, I hooked the top band of his ACU pants. I pulled myself up into a sitting position, my face a few inches from his stomach as I looked up his long torso.

  Biting at my lip, I started to unbuckle his belt. He tugged his t-shirt free and peeled it off his body. Showing as much patience as he had with my panties in the end, he reached down and popped the buttons on his fly. Balancing on one leg, he stripped one boot off, switched legs and stripped the other away. Next, he pushed the trousers down his legs and kicked them to the side.

  His hands returned to cover the front of his underwear. I tugged at his wrists, but he was too strong to budge.

  "Please, Logan. I want to see it...touch it." I stopped, licked at my bottom lip and looked up to find him smiling at me.

  He eased his hands to his hips, teasing me with the stark outline of his erection beneath the white fabric. Seeing the head crest above the top band of his underwear, a fresh burst of saliva flooded my mouth.

  A pass of his hand pushed the head back under the band. His cock angled off to the side, its broad arrowhead pressed against his hipbone. He tugged just one side of the underwear down, the fabric bunching up against the unyielding length of his cock.

  My gaze traced its borders. He was a huge fucking tease. Huge.

  "It's bigger than that little toy you like to play with, baby girl."

  Mesmerized, I nodded as my hands reached for his waistband. This time he didn't stop me. I pulled the fabric lower. His cock sprang free. Wrapping my fingers around the shaft, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. Groaning, he grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me away.

  I shook my head free, my mouth gliding down half his length. There was no way I could swallow more, not without a lot of practice and technique, so I bobbed up then down to the middle.

  Releasing my hair, he grabbed my shoulders and pushed me onto my back. "Baby, tonight it's for fucking, not sucking."

  He crawled onto the bed. Stretching alongside me, he kissed me again and our tongues started a slow dance. His fingertips grazed my skin, the contact so light it was more like a memory than actual touching. The kiss grew in intensity. My body lifted wherever his fingers landed. His touched skipped all over, caressing my inner thighs, pinching my nipples, whispering along the inside bend of my elbow then the back of my knee. Moaning into his mouth, I contorted along the bed, twitching and creaming.

  Without warning, he flipped me onto my stomach then wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me onto my knees. I heard the nightstand drawer slide open and the crinkle of a foil wrapper being torn. Looking in the mirror, I saw his hand reach b
ack into the drawer and pull out a small bottle. He popped the cap and let the clear fluid drip onto the condom he'd just sheathed his cock with.

  Head bobbing with anticipation, I took a ragged breath in. He was going to fuck me now and it didn't look like he was going to start with my pussy.

  Everything I had texted, every last thing...

  5

  My pussy knotted enviously as he planted one foot along the bed and reared up behind me. He ran his slick fingers over the nervous quiver of my ass. His gaze intensely focused on mine in the mirror, he pushed one finger into my anus. His other hand cupped my mound, my clit sliding between my labia as he kneaded the thick folds.

  He worked a second finger into my ass to match the two at my clit. Logan rubbed and softly plundered until he had me pushed flush against another climax, where he kept me hanging until I begged him.

  "More…oh, please…Logan."

  "More, baby?" He stroked the thick shaft of his dick between my ass cheeks.

  I nodded, my pussy drooling onto the bedspread beneath me.

  One hand holding his cock steady, Logan started a slow push. I gasped. I thought I knew what penetration was but my little blue dildo wasn't even half the circumference of his cock. A quarter of the head in, my ass straining wide, he pulled back. He repeated the motion half a dozen times, never letting me fully envelop the head.

  On the eighth push, the tip sank all the way in. My ass muscles locked around it as I bit out a moan.

  He laughed softly, meeting my gaze in the mirror. "Baby, give it back."

  A wild shake of my head denied his request. "Deeper."

  A shiver ran over Logan's reflection. He anchored his hands on my full hips. Leaning forward, he slowly drew me closer, forcing his cock half its full length inside me before he retreated again. The head's thick bottom flare tugged at my sphincter. I shuddered and rolled my hips as Logan sank hard and fast all the way into my ass.

  Completely topped off, my entire body blared with need. My nipples brushed the bedspread, a sharp cry escaping at the sudden contact. Logan stretched forward, his hands gripping my shoulders as I started to twitch. Massaging my muscles, he slowly worked his way down my back.

  Shifting his weight, he pulled me with him as he settled on his ass, one foot still planted on the floor. I sat upright, all my considerable weight impaled on his big cock. He positioned my lower body, pushed my right leg so it rested along his, my calf and foot hanging over the mattress but not reaching the floor. His left hand on my breast, he forced me to lean back against his chest. His right hand surfed across my stomach then dipped south.

  I watched as he pushed my labia aside. My clit pulsed up, relaxed, pulsed again as it danced with arousal. He placed a finger flat along each side of the thick nub, making a V. He moved the V up and down.

  Pure heaven!

  "I'm going to pound this luscious ass tomorrow, baby." A line of kisses fell across my shoulder. "But for the next few minutes, you're in the driver's seat."

  He could not have been more wrong. I wasn't steering this thing between us. Not even for a second. It was the V of his fingers and the hand teasing my tit, squeezing the flesh and then tugging at the nipple while his mouth moved along my shoulder and neck. His touch drove the desperate grind of my hips, pulling the oxygen through my lungs as I tried to move up and down his thick shaft.

  Drowning beneath the waves of another climax, I was forced to stay under by his dirty, sweet whispers.

  "So fucking tight, Lily. I can feel your pulse against my cock."

  He rubbed his fingers harder along the sides of my clit, the hood sliding up and down. I canted my hips forward, giving him a few inches of space so that he could thrust his cock. He pistoned inside me while his hands worked my breast and clit achingly slower.

  "Logan...oh...yes..." My core pulsing, cream dripped down my perineum to wet his balls. "I'm...fuck...oh..."

  His hand came down in an opened palm smack against the sensitive flesh of my labia and exposed clit.

  Oh, fuck. Fuck yes!

  I bit down on a scream and he slapped the flesh again. Everything on me tightened, my nipples drew tauter, my pussy and ass squeezed. The air froze in my lungs until he smacked me a third time.

  I exploded across the sheets, fluid squirting from me as I descended into a rough grinding moan. My climax took over my entire body, another hot, wet squirt jetting from me. Logan pushed me forward onto my hands and knees and then he dragged me along the mattress until I hung at its edge.

  "Midnight, baby."

  Oh, god. It was tomorrow.

  His turn.

  Every thick, throbbing inch of his hard cock sank into me. Retreating, the fat head popped free. He plunged mercilessly back inside. Seesawing between all the way in and all the way out, Logan bounced me up and down his shaft. Each time, the head escaped before he buried himself again. The relentless, sensual stretching of my ass squeezed my pussy and tugged at my clit.

  I couldn't breathe. I had been climaxing when he flipped me over and hadn't stopped. Like a freight train out of track, my orgasm rolled through me even after Logan froze with my ass pinned against his stomach, his cock jerking inside me as he filled the condom. My pussy knotted, squeezing at nothing between heavy throbs.

  Leaning forward, Logan kissed between my shoulder blades. He pulled back and I felt the head exit, his thumb stroking the rim of my ass while it slowly drew shut in his absence.

  Rubbing a fingertip along my clit, he kissed the small of my back then retreated once more into the bathroom.

  * * *

  Returning from the bathroom, he pulled the covers across our bodies and drew me to him. His hand traced the curve of my hip, the slope of my breast, up along my throat to my lips. Mouth followed hands followed mouth as if he were memorizing me in the time it took for him to grow hard. When he did, he brought my hands to his erection while his fingers explored my pussy all over again.

  I started to twist, my hips rolling to a quick crescendo. An indulgent smile playing across his face, Logan pushed me onto my back and disappeared beneath the sheets. He rubbed his face across my stomach and rested it there a few seconds before sliding lower. His broad shoulders forced my legs apart. He started to suckle at my clit. His hands returned to stroking my body, toying with my nipples so that they stayed hard and pointed.

  He nibbled at my clit and along the swollen lips of my pussy. He took long swipes along my wet slit as his fingers traced a path to madness. I didn't want to come without him in me and I begged him to fill my pussy with his thick hardness.

  He kissed a trail up my breasts, his back arched so that he could rub his cock along the line of my pussy. Canting one hip up in the air, he angled the tip down to my pussy and gave a shallow poke.

  "Here, baby?"

  "Yes, please..." Lifting my ass, I tried to push onto his cock. "I need you to fuck it. Please...I'm going to come if you don't stop teasing me and I want you in me."

  Another poke, a little deeper than the first. "Maybe we should wait—"

  "No." I drew my knees as close to my chest as I could manage, the insides of my lower legs running flat along the sides of his stomach and hips. "Please fuck my pussy, Logan. It's all empty but it can't stop squeezing. Give it something to hold onto."

  "Are you wet enough?"

  I was so wet he would soon have a waterbed if he didn't start fucking me. I wrapped my arms around his head and kissed the side of his mouth. "My pussy's soaking, I want you so badly."

  He kissed along my throat, his breath heating the skin. The head of his cock circled my entrance before seating just the tip. Easing a hand between us, his fingers slid around the head to force my opening wider.

  "Such a tight pussy, baby. So fucking swollen." He dragged his fingertips along the knot of flesh blocking further entrance to my pussy.

  I felt my clit slide up as my skin pulled tight in response and I gave another needy little moan. There was no way the swelling would go down, not while he was in
the same room with me. I started to grind against his fingers and the fat head of his cock. Then my hips rocked with minute precision. Hard, rhythmic contractions squeezed the walls of my channel.

  "Fuck, Logan, fuck. Don't make me come before you're even in me."

  A wicked laugh and then he pulled his hand away. He reached under my back to grip my shoulders from behind. His ass lifted up and I reached between us to reposition his cock.

  "Hold it straight, baby."

  I did and he started to make shallow dips against the entrance, all of his weight resting on his forearms and his toes as they dug into the mattress.

  "Stretch those legs wide...wider, Lily."

  I moved my other hand down, my forearms pressing my thighs apart as my fingers brushed up and down his shaft, keeping him centered as I urged him on.

  He drove in, pushing half his length. "You're going to take it all, just like your sweet ass took every last inch."

  He pulled back out and then he sank balls deep. Half his weight settled on me, lifted, slammed into me, his hard hips hitting my generously padded ones.

  "God, yes. Harder, Logan. Fuck me harder."

  He lifted, descended, driving deep. He tilted his hips, angled his cock and dragged it roughly through me before thrusting back in. I moved with him, hips flexing, the muscles of my sex rolling along his shaft, swallowing the thick tip and squeezing.

  "Fuck, baby, yes. Make that lovely pussy suck my dick."

  He filled me with hard, quick thrusts, the head traveling only a few inches inside me before he threw his weight into another push. He buried his face against my neck, sucking at the flesh, bruising it in the same way he was bruising my thighs and the more tender tissues inside me.

  "You feel so good, Lily. So fucking perfect."

  6

  I was coming and crying, tears wetting my cheeks, cum coating my thighs as his strokes grew longer and harder. I bucked against him, froze at the same time he did. Our bodies thawed in a flash to slam against one another in unison. Another freeze, another flash and then my pussy began to convulse. His cum gushed from him, the pulsing squirts of his climax following one after the other, my tissues so swollen and sensitive I could feel each ripple of liquid through his shaft.