hair peaked out of his pants, and she wished for sans shirt so she could see all of him. She couldn’t resist licking her lips because she knew how delightful it would be. She couldn’t wait.
Logan tore open a foil packet, rolled on the latex, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. When he eased the thick head inside, she gasped at the invasion, the stretch so foreign to her. He pushed until his balls were against her ass. Perspiration dotted his forehead.
“Damn, bro. She’s sweet and tight.”
“I’m sure.”
When she clenched her inner muscles, his cock jumped.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
She knew that, but she wanted it fast and hot and now, so she squeezed him again.
“Tell me, sweet Summer, what do you want?”
“Fuck me.” She craved her orgasm, which was just a hair out of reach.
Logan leaned over her, placed his hands beside her and slowly eased out and then back in, rolling his hips. When he repeated the process, she wiggled her ass and tried to wrap her legs around him, but he stopped her by looping his arms under her legs and opening her wider.
“Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
He studied her as if weighing her words.
“Please,” she said, the word a mere whisper of need.
“Take her,” urged Max.
Logan leaned down, took her lips in a hard but slow kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside. She captured his tongue, sucked it deep into her mouth. Logan’s hips bucked, then he freed his mouth, grabbed her hips, and set up a faster rhythm. Summer closed her eyes as her desire built with the friction generated by his thrusts, so powerful she felt her whole body jiggle from the impact.
When her orgasm slammed into her, she bowed, but Max still held her hands. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, took her breath, sent her careening with pleasure.
Logan muttered “fuck!” and she forced her eyes open in time to see him throw his head back, the sight alone so raw and wild.
Then Max leaned over and blocked her view. “You okay, pretty girl?”
Little tremors still coursed through her body as she struggled to catch her breath. She nodded, trying to determine how one man could provide so much pleasure. It was true, alpha males were experts at sex.
Max kissed her, as Logan pulled free from her body. All she wanted was a blanket and a pillow.
She blinked when his lips left hers.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“As long as I don’t have to stand.”
Max released her hands and grinned. “No standing until tomorrow morning. Roll over, spread your knees wide.”
“What? I meant as long as I don’t have to move.”
“If you roll over, I’ll do the rest.”
She did as he asked with the grace of a wet dishrag, but when she was on all fours, he moved her knees apart and pushed her upper body down. She folded her arms and rested her head on them.
Before she could process this position, he said, “Take your hands and bring them down to the insides of your ankles. Pretend your ankles and hands are bound to a spreader bar.”
She did as directed, not quite knowing what the devil a spreader bar even looked like. But she didn’t care, knew she’d slay the apprehension she felt right now.
“Almost there. Raise up a tad.” With warm hands, Max’s squeezed her nipples before repositioning her breasts. “Now lay back down.”
When she did, her hard points smashed into the cool desk.
“Perfect.”
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” A rough hand smoothed over her behind. “I have a real bar at home. Will you let me tie you down, sweet Summer? Let me have my way with you?”
Would she? This position left her wide open and vulnerable to anything his mind could dream up. Chills skated down her body at the caress on her other ass cheek. She had to do some more research about the thrill of giving up her control; the excitement raced through her body now. But what did Max feel? Was it the gift of her
Logan tore open a foil packet, rolled on the latex, and positioned his cock at the entrance to her pussy. When he eased the thick head inside, she gasped at the invasion, the stretch so foreign to her. He pushed until his balls were against her ass. Perspiration dotted his forehead.
“Damn, bro. She’s sweet and tight.”
“I’m sure.”
When she clenched her inner muscles, his cock jumped.
“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”
She knew that, but she wanted it fast and hot and now, so she squeezed him again.
“Tell me, sweet Summer, what do you want?”
“Fuck me.” She craved her orgasm, which was just a hair out of reach.
Logan leaned over her, placed his hands beside her and slowly eased out and then back in, rolling his hips. When he repeated the process, she wiggled her ass and tried to wrap her legs around him, but he stopped her by looping his arms under her legs and opening her wider.
“Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
He studied her as if weighing her words.
“Please,” she said, the word a mere whisper of need.
“Take her,” urged Max.
Logan leaned down, took her lips in a hard but slow kiss. She opened her mouth, and his tongue slipped inside. She captured his tongue, sucked it deep into her mouth. Logan’s hips bucked, then he freed his mouth, grabbed her hips, and set up a faster rhythm. Summer closed her eyes as her desire built with the friction generated by his thrusts, so powerful she felt her whole body jiggle from the impact.
When her orgasm slammed into her, she bowed, but Max still held her hands. Waves of ecstasy rolled through her, took her breath, sent her careening with pleasure.
Logan muttered “fuck!” and she forced her eyes open in time to see him throw his head back, the sight alone so raw and wild.
Then Max leaned over and blocked her view. “You okay, pretty girl?”
Little tremors still coursed through her body as she struggled to catch her breath. She nodded, trying to determine how one man could provide so much pleasure. It was true, alpha males were experts at sex.
Max kissed her, as Logan pulled free from her body. All she wanted was a blanket and a pillow.
She blinked when his lips left hers.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
“As long as I don’t have to stand.”
Max released her hands and grinned. “No standing until tomorrow morning. Roll over, spread your knees wide.”
“What? I meant as long as I don’t have to move.”
“If you roll over, I’ll do the rest.”
She did as he asked with the grace of a wet dishrag, but when she was on all fours, he moved her knees apart and pushed her upper body down. She folded her arms and rested her head on them.
Before she could process this position, he said, “Take your hands and bring them down to the insides of your ankles. Pretend your ankles and hands are bound to a spreader bar.”
She did as directed, not quite knowing what the devil a spreader bar even looked like. But she didn’t care, knew she’d slay the apprehension she felt right now.
“Almost there. Raise up a tad.” With warm hands, Max’s squeezed her nipples before repositioning her breasts. “Now lay back down.”
When she did, her hard points smashed into the cool desk.
“Perfect.”
“That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” A rough hand smoothed over her behind. “I have a real bar at home. Will you let me tie you down, sweet Summer? Let me have my way with you?”
Would she? This position left her wide open and vulnerable to anything his mind could dream up. Chills skated down her body at the caress on her other ass cheek. She had to do some more research about the thrill of giving up her control; the excitement raced through her body now. But what did Max feel? Was it the gift of her
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