CHAPTER THIRTEEN - KAILEY
His mouth was hot and ready, and I couldn’t convince myself to pull away from him. I needed his passion like I needed his lust that first night. I could feel his hard shaft rubbing against my mound and it was incredibly arousing. I put my feet down on the floor and started to grind my hips against him, not able to stifle the moans escaping from my mouth. With every whimper and every sound, he pressed his mouth harder against mine, grabbing my hips and moving them just right. I could feel the wetness pooling in my panties and I could barely contain myself. I wanted this to last. I wanted to feel every part of him, every movement, hear every groan. It was our last night in this house and I wanted to make it count. Tomorrow, reality would set in and I would be forced to drudge through the days ahead, thinking about this man.
I could feel Logan’s heart beating wildly in his chest as he grabbed my hips, thrusting upward in the chair. I could tell he wasn’t going to hold out much longer, and it felt so good. I could already feel an orgasm start to simmer deep inside me.
As I ran my fingernails down his neck, feeling goose bumps rise all over him, he grabbed me by the waist and stood up, setting me down on the floor. I let go of his neck, not knowing what to expect. I really didn’t want to face rejection on our last night together. He looked down at me, his eyes dark and filled with lust, and his breath heavy. I watched as he pushed the board game from the table. As the pieces bounced across the floor, he reached down and pulled my shorts off before picking me up and setting me on the table.
With his eyes glued to mine, he knelt in front of me and slid my ass forward, spreading my legs wide and moving my panties to the side. He gave me a boyish grin before diving forward and swallowing my pussy with his mouth. He licked my wet mound with the same intensity he had my lips and I screamed out, feeling his tongue swish back and forth across my clit. I could feel his beard move over my skin, the whiskers tickling my thighs. As he continued to lick me, pushing his tongue inside of me and back up through my slit, I pulled my shirt off and grabbed on to my breasts, rubbing my thumbs over my nipples. God, his mouth felt so good.
“Mmm,” he groaned, licking at my wet, pulsating pussy. “Give me more.”
I screamed out as he slipped three fingers inside me and held me down, pushing in and out faster and faster before pulling them out and shoving them in my mouth. I ran my tongue over them with the same movements he was using on my clit, moaning with a mouthful. My mind was racing, going from the feeling of his lips against my pussy back to his rock-hard dick begging to get out. I couldn’t make up my mind which one I wanted more.
I reached both hands down and gripped the edge of the table, lifting my ass and grinding hard against his face. I fell back to the table and reached one hand up, pressing it against his head and licking my lips as I concentrated on not coming yet.
“I want you to feel me come,” I groaned. “Fuck me now.”
I could feel his mouth curl up into a grin as he ignored my order. His take charge masculinity was so hot I could barely contain myself. He was going to give me exactly what he knew I needed, whether I wanted it or not. He let go of my ass and slowed the motion of his tongue, teasing me closer and closer to the edge. I could feel the gentle strokes of his tongue from my ass to my clit and the pleasure was overwhelming. My arms relaxed as he pressed his lips against my wetness and stood up. I watched as he unbuckled his belt and took off his clothes, grabbing his cock and looking me straight in the eyes.
He walked forward shoving my legs to the side and grabbing my hips, sliding his cock deep inside me. As he reached halfway, he jerked hard, ramming it the rest of the way. I gasped and arched my back, feeling him completely fill me, the warmth of his body pressed against my dripping clit.
He looked deep into my eyes and began to push forward and slowly pull back out, barely even leaving the tip in before thrusting back in to fill me up. He slowly bent forward, sliding deep inside of me and grabbing onto my breasts, licking each nipple and sending electric waves through my body. As he fondled my tits, he moved his hips in short bursts, filling me over and over again, rubbing his stomach against my nub like a wave.
“I’m really going to miss fucking you,” I gasped, watching his stern expression curl into a smile.
“Who,” he said, thrusting hard, “says,” he grunted, thrusting again, “this has to end?”
I bit my lip and reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders and pulling myself up to him. I leaned back on my hands and watched as he picked my ass up off the table, allowing me to grind deep against him. I moaned loudly, throwing my head back before laying back down on my back and looking up at his lustful stare. He grabbed my arms and pulled be back up, pulling me to my feet and bending me over the table with force. He spread my legs apart and put his fingers inside of me before grabbing his hard dick and sliding it through my sopping pussy. He mounted me, running his fingers down my back and grabbing my ass as he moved in and out of me. I scratched at the wooden table, looking for anything to hold onto before running my hand down between my legs and grabbing onto his balls. He groaned loudly and began to thrust harder.
As I reached up and grabbed the edge of the table with both hands to brace myself, I could feel his fingers spread my cheeks apart and he ran his thumb over my asshole. The feeling it brought surged through my stomach and as he rubbed his thumb in circles over my tight hole, I could feel the orgasm growing stronger and stronger. His dick was harder than I’d ever felt before, and my screams let him know I was getting there really fast. He let my ass go and grabbed my hips, pounding against me as his balls swung forward, slapping against my clit. I let go of the table and pushed myself up, arching my back as he grabbed my shoulders and thrust upward. He wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my tits, squeezing hard as he kept his momentum. I leaned my head back next to his ear and whispered softly:
“I want to feel every inch of your cock when I come.”
He growled and pushed hard inside me. He pulled out and twirled me around, pushing me onto my back. He lifted my legs up over his shoulders and grinned mischievously as he thrust forward, sliding deep inside. The table creaked loudly with every push, harmonizing with my screams of pleasure. As I reached back and grabbed the edge of the table, I could feel myself exploding. I arched my back and leaned my head backward, moaning long and hard, the orgasm taking over my entire body.
At the same time, Logan reached down and rubbed my clit, causing my pleasure to crest. I closed my eyes and held my breath, letting the orgasm wash through me. As I shook and quivered beneath him, Logan leaned forward, pushing deep inside and pressing his lips against mine, groaning in ecstasy as he erupted. He grabbed onto my hands and pushed his mouth harder against mine as the waves of pleasure vibrated through his cock.
For several moments, we laid there, locked in a kiss, whimpering with pleasure. As our muscles began to relax, I opened my eyes and stared deep into his. He lightened his kiss but didn’t retreat, kissing me deeply and emotionally as he grasped my hands above my head.
At that moment, we were no longer two lonely strangers, we were one continuous lustful body, intertwined in emotion and pleasure.