Текст книги "Their Stepsister"
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CHAPTER 3 *Luke*
I sit in my car long after Sarah has entered the house and Sam has pulled away. I felt my knuckles crack on to the steering wheel when I watched to see if she kissed him goodnight. Thankfully Sam didn’t have a death wish and kept his hands and mouth to himself.
I can’t bring myself to go in the house and have the confrontation I can feel building. I hate how things are distant between Logan and me, but I don’t know how to change it. He’s in love with Sarah and, fuck me, so am I. We need to just leave her alone because this whole situation is all kinds of screwed up. Not only am I in love with my goddamn stepsister, but so is my twin. Could this possibly be any more fucked up? Jesus, sign us up for Jerry Springer.
I rub my hands down my face and sigh heavily. I can feel Logan’s pain. Even when we aren’t side by side I know when he’s hurting. He’s the heart of our family. He’s our light and laughter when I’m just a brooding asshole. Things have been so strained lately; our home isn’t a happy place I look forward to returning to at the end of the day. Instead I avoid it. I avoid Sarah and Logan and everything that makes my chest hurt.
“Fuck this,” I say to no one and open my car door. I make my way inside the house. I just need to go in, go to my room and fall into bed. I want this miserable day to be over. I tell myself all of that, but it’s a lie. I know the reason. I know good and damn well why I’m going in the house and why I’m going to my room. I can’t stop punishing myself. I can’t stop the part of me that wants see if I can hear her in her room. The dark sadistic side of me wants to know if she’s making good on her promise to cum tonight.
Our home has three bedrooms upstairs and Sarah’s is in between mine and Logan’s. Logan and I designed the house with the idea of sharing a woman forefront in our minds. We hoped one day to try to make a menage relationship permanent. Even when we were kids and didn’t know anything about sex or relationships we said we wanted to share a wife. We always planned on having a family together.
We shared women and I think it just seemed natural to try to find a woman willing to take us as something other than a one-night fling. We wanted a relationship that wasn’t just for a few hours of fun, or something to cross off a bucket list. We knew most of the women we played with would be discreet. Somehow that bitch Kayla has found out and has been after us to tag team her for months. I try to be nice because I can see that she’d make waves if we just straight up refuse her. She knows too many people around town and she could hurt our business by running her mouth to the wrong people. Logan and I have worked too hard to get where we are to have some scorned socialite dragging us through the mud.
I walk into the house and it’s eerily quiet. I try not to think about where Sarah is and what she might be doing, but it’s no use. I make my way upstairs and pass Logan’s room first. His door is open and his light is off so I know he’s still out. I walk past Sarah’s door and I see it’s closed. I don’t hear anything but I can see the light shining from the door sweeper so I know she’s in there. Her room is the largest and has the biggest bed, and my filthy mind immediately conjures up an image of her naked and spread out on that big bed. Her room was meant to be the room Logan and I would share with our wife. It doesn’t go unnoticed that we designed that room how Sarah would like it best. And it doesn’t escape my mind that Logan and I have never brought a woman into our home or into that room. Sarah is the only woman to ever step foot inside there.
My room is at the end of the hall and I pick up my pace and practically run to get there. I burst through my bedroom door, shutting it closed behind me. The room is dark with only the moonlight streaming in through the window to guide me. I go over to the far wall that connects Sarah’s room to mine and lean against it. The wall is cool against my ear and I can hear movement in the next room. It’s beyond fucked up, but I need to listen. I have to know if she’s touching herself. I hate how weak this makes me, but I don’t care.
In my mind she’s got those milky thighs spread wide and her little fingers are teasing down her stomach towards her pussy. My hands rub over the front of my pants and press on my growing erection. I close my eyes tightly and will myself to pull away from the wall, but I can’t. I keep stroking myself through my pants to try to find relief in that simple touch. I stop abruptly when I hear some shuffling. But then, sweet heaven, I hear a soft moan.
Fuck it.
Immediately I undo my belt and open my pants. I don’t give a damn how pathetic this is, it’s the only thing I’ve got.
I press my ear harder to the wall and envision her digits tickling across her clit. My right hand runs down the length of my dick while my left cups my balls. I start stroking myself. I’m so goddamn wound up from thinking of fucking little Sarah I can’t stand it.
I can hear soft sounds coming from the other side of the wall and I stroke myself harder. I can hear her moaning and moving on the bed and it’s painful how turned on I am. Thrusting my hips forward on the down strokes, I tighten my hand on my balls.
I want this to hurt. I want to punish myself and my dick for these dirty thoughts of fucking my baby sister. I want to remind my body that all the nasty things I want to do to her are wrong. But the more pain I cause, the hotter it makes me. The more I think about shoving my dick down her sweet throat, the more pre-cum leaks. The more I think about squeezing that sweet throat while I thrust into her cunt, the more my spine tingles and I can feel my release coming.
My forehead is sweaty and I realize absently that I’m still fully dressed with just my dick in my hands and my ear to her wall. I’m a fucking pathetic sight.
I hear her moans getting louder and more urgent and I know she must be ready. I speed up my strokes because, in my mind, I’m cumming with her. In her. I imagine one of her hands is on her breast, plucking at her nipple. I can picture her other hand between her legs, her fingers speeding up as the ache gets stronger. I can almost smell the juices from her pussy dripping down between her ass cheeks and wetting the bed. I start panting. I’d give anything to lick it up. I wouldn’t waste a single drop.
That thought leads me to my climax. I cum. Thick streams of semen run down my cock and over my hand, and I use it as lube to work every last bit of my orgasm out of me. I hear Sarah let out a shout on the other side of the wall and it causes more cum to leak out of my cock. I look down to see my hands covered in cum. I’m sweaty, sticky, and still horny as fuck.
I stand there for a few minutes and try to pull myself together. I lean my back against the wall to allow my legs to stop trembling. I’m panting and about to make my way to the en suite to clean up when I hear a knock on Sarah’s door.
“Hey Sarah, it’s Logan. Can I come in?”
“Shit,” I whisper and rush to the bathroom to wash up.
CHAPTER 4 *Logan*
“Just a second!” Sarah shouts from the other side of her door.
I drove around for a while before I finally made my way back home. I need to talk to Sarah and make things right. Tonight was just another fuck up our family doesn’t need. Our relationship is strained as it is, so as the group’s peacemaker I’ve got to make this right.
When Sarah opens the door, I can’t help but stare at her. Her cheeks are flushed and she has a light sheen of sweat on her face. My greedy eyes move down her body and see she’s wearing nothing but a sheer white t-shirt that barely falls to the top of her thighs. She isn’t wearing a bra and her nipples are hard points, trying to break through the threadbare cloth. I can actually see the outline of her areolas and I let out a frustrated grunt.
Sarah clears her throat and I look into her eyes. She has a smirk on her face and glances down at my crotch then back up at my face. I follow the path of her eyes and see that my dress pants have done absolutely nothing to help me out and my dick is pointing right at her. I turn around abruptly and adjust the beast.
Fucking hell, this is painful.
I turn back around and see she still has that smirk on her face. She knows exactly what she’s doing, but I have no idea why she’s doing it. She’s never worn something like this in front of us, and it makes me angry thinking that she might have worn it for someone else.
“Put some clothes on, I need to talk to you,” I spit at her. I’m not usually clipped like Luke, but I can’t look at her like this. She’s my stepsister and I need to remind us both of that.
“Logan, if you have something to say, just say it. I’m about to go to bed and I’m not changing just for a quick conversation.”
“Fine,” I mumble, as I try to look directly into her eyes and not at her tits.
She crosses her arms under her breasts but it only makes the shirt tighter and lifts her tits up for a better view. I can see the shirt has risen on her legs as well and her white cotton panties are showing.
I shut my eyes and shake my head a little. When I open them, Sarah is staring at me expectantly but I’m convinced she knows exactly what she’s doing.
“What did you want to talk about?”
I don’t know if I can remember my own name, let alone what I was going to talk to her about. I’m standing there trying to think, but all I want to do is kiss her beautiful lips and push against her body. I just want to feel her against me and forget everything.
“Logan,” she says and snaps her fingers in front of my face.
“Sorry. Yes, I wanted to talk to you. About tonight.” I take another breath and try to clear the fog from my head. “I’m sorry about how Luke acted tonight towards Sam. I didn’t see everything that happened but I know how harsh he can be sometimes. You know we love you and don’t want you to leave.”
“I get it, Logan, I really do. But it’s hard trying to have my own life while living and working together with you guys. I just think it’s too much. I don’t feel like I can be myself.”
I reach out because I need to touch her. We’ve always been quick to show comfort, so a simple touch feels natural. I run my hand down her arm and she leans into it.
“Sarah, it would devastate both of us if you moved out. Things have been a little rocky lately, but just give us time. Don’t make a rash decision about leaving us because of Luke’s temper.”
She looks up at me confused by my words. “I wouldn’t be leaving you, I would just move out and get my own place.”
I don’t know why I phrased it in that way, but if Sarah moves out it would feel like that. It hits me in the chest because that’s what I’m most afraid of – her leaving us. It would feel like she’d be abandoning us. I don’t know that Luke and I could make it together anymore if she left. Sarah is the glue that keeps our family together. The thought of her moving out breaks my heart.
I take a step closer to her and keep running my hand up and down her arm. I bring my other hand to her face and cup her cheek. I need her to understand why she can’t go.
“You know leaving this house would mean more than you just getting your own place.”
She looks up to my eyes and I feel her body shift closer, pressing against me. I don’t know how we’ve gotten into this position but it’s far more intimate than a brother and sister should be. We’re an affectionate family, so touching isn’t strange to us, but Sarah pressing against my erection is further than any of us have gone before.
“I know what it would do to me if I left, Logan.” She brings her hands up and rubs them across my chest. Something has suddenly shifted between us and the air is thick. My breathing speeds up and her hands move lower, teasing across my abs. I lean closer into her touch and dip my head down towards hers.
I feel her rise on her tiptoes to reach me, but I’m too tall for her lips to meet mine. In a moment of sheer impulse I move both my hands to her waist and pick her up, bringing her lips the rest of the way and crushing her body to mine. The second I touch my lips to hers, I’m lost to sensation. Her mouth immediately opens and my tongue can’t get inside her fast enough. I lick inside her mouth as she moans into mine. Her tongue runs across my bottom lip and I groan loudly into her mouth. She wraps her legs around my waist, and my dick lines up perfectly with her pussy. I can feel her heat through my pants and my body is a mass of need. I deepen our kiss and run my hands down to her ass, gripping a cheek in each hand roughly. We breathe each other in, and not a single thought is given to what we are doing. This is lust at its most basic and our bodies are doing all the talking.
“That’s enough!”
We both jerk our mouths apart and look down the hallway to see Luke standing there. His chest is rising and falling with deep, angry breaths and his fists are clenched at his sides. He’s livid, but I can’t tell if it’s because I’m kissing Sarah or because he wants to be the one doing the kissing.
Sarah and I realize the position we’re in and I slowly let go of her, allowing her to slide down my body so my erection rubs against her body on the way down. Once she’s free from my arms she takes a reluctant step back. She brings her hand to her lips and touches them like she is trying to remember what just happened. She looks like she’s savoring my taste on her lips and it does strange things to my ego.
I look back and forth between Luke and Sarah and I have nothing to say. I don’t know what we just did, but I know it felt perfect. It was the most gorgeous moment of my life, and Luke ruined it.
I start to speak when Luke barrels down the hall and blows past us. He doesn’t even look at us when he leaves us standing there. After a moment of shocked silence I hear the front door slam and his car peel out of the driveway. I look over at Sarah and she’s got tears in her eyes.
My instincts kick in and I pull her to me, wrapping my arms around her again. This time it’s only for comfort as I feel her start to shake from crying.
“Shhh. It’s okay, Sarah. He’ll be back and I’ll talk to him. Everything will be okay.” She nods her head in acknowledgement but squeezes me tighter.
I pull her face back and look into her eyes. “Hey, you okay with what just happened?”
CHAPTER 5 *Sarah*
Am I ok with what just happened? I’m not even sure what just happened. One minute I feel like I’m getting everything I ever wanted and the next I feel like I’ve taken a sucker punch.
“I’m not sure how I feel about it, Logan.” That’s the truth if I’m honest with myself. I’ve dreamed about kissing Logan for years; the reality is a lot different. I want it again – God, do I want it again – but the look on Luke’s face cut deep. I’m not sure if it was rage or disgust I saw there but it struck me to the core.
“Well, sweet little Sarah, I think it’s about time we all got real and stopped pussyfooting around what’s really going on.”
I’m a little taken aback by his words. Does he mean that he wants me or that they want me? I’m worried that if I say the wrong thing I could anger him. Would it make him mad to know I don’t just want him and that I want his brother too? Is he looking for it to just be him and me? Because I don’t think I can have it that way. Logan and Luke make up the perfect man. Logan is the light that offsets Luke’s darkness. While Luke is the strong silent protector, I believe he feels the deepest and loves the hardest. I always imagined in my fantasies that his touches would be hard and demanding while Logan’s would be soft and sweet, just like he is.
Choosing my words carefully I try to figure out what he’s getting at. “I’m not sure what you mean,” I whisper while picking at the hem of my shirt. I pull at an imaginary thread so I don’t have to look at him.
All of a sudden Logan pushes his body into mine, backing me against the wall.
“All right¸ if that’s how you want to play this. I’ll just show you what I mean,” he says while he teases my ear with his teeth. I feel his five o’clock shadow against my neck and my body breaks out in goosebumps. I feel his hand slide down my body and cup my pussy. My body betrays me and pushes itself farther into his hand. I have no control over my hips as they undulate beneath his touch.
“If I dropped to my knees right now, would you have a tiny wet spot on those white cotton panties, or would they be drenched?”
I know without a doubt that if he did indeed drop to his knees, not only would he find a wet spot, I might just orgasm from his inspection. Nodding my head yes is the only reply I give. I don’t know how to answer that question without breath in my lungs. I’m not used to such crude words being spoken to me. I’m not naïve, but I sure as hell don’t know how to deal with what’s happening. I’m not certain if I should run, or try to move my hips so his flingers slip inside my panties.
“Tell me, Sarah, is that wetness seeping through your underwear a result of what I’m doing to you, or that orgasm I heard you giving yourself before I knocked on your door?” he whispers against my ear as he rubs my clit through my underwear.
“Please,” I respond intensely, not even sure why I chose that word. Please stop or please keep going? I’m pretty sure I want him to continue, because my body is once again pushing farther into him.
“Hmm…I see you’re going to be a greedy little girl. Luke is going to have his hands full with you,” he chuckles. The mention of Luke’s name brings me out of my needy haze. “Luke?” I question, rolling my hips and thrusting myself harder against him. All I need is a little more, I silently plead.
“Yes. Luke, our brother who just stormed out of here like I stole his favorite toy.”
Is he admitting that he wants us together, or that he’s going to give me over to Luke?
“You’ll soon learn that Luke can be quite demanding and controlling when it comes to the bedroom, whereas me? Well, I’m sure you’ll have me wrapped around your finger in no time. Fuck, who am I kidding? You already do. I’m not sure I could deny you anything, princess. Like right now. You want to cum, don’t you, baby girl? Ask me to make you cum and I’ll do it.”
“Yes, please, I want that,” I beg. I feel so needy.
“Ah ah ah… you have to ask.”
“Please make me cum, Logan.”
“See, all you’ll ever have to do is ask me and I’ll give it to you. With Luke, well, you’ll learn. How do you want it, sweet little Sarah? You want to cum on my fingers or my mouth? Never mind, don’t answer that. I’ve got to watch the first orgasm I give you, so fingers it is.”
Logan’s fingers quickly push my panties aside, and he finally gives my clit the pressure it’s been begging for. I explode, making my body jerk against him. I let out a cry and feel my wetness soak my panties even more. I don’t think I’ve ever cum so fast in my life.
“Fucking Christ, did you just cum?” he growls.
I can’t believe I went off like that. He barely touched me and I was cumming all over his hand. I feel my face heat with embarrassment and bury it in his chest. I hear him slip his fingers in his mouth to taste my honey. He moans loudly and I can feel myself get more embarrassed.
“You always like that, princess? You go off with just a little touch?” he asks, leaning away from me so he can look down into my eyes. Refusing to look up and let him see my mortification, I just give a little shrug. I really don’t want to have the ‘no one has ever touched me like that before’ conversation, the one where I have to lay down all my cards, and admit that I’ve never made it past heavy petting. I don’t want to have to explain how I could possibly want to take on two men at once when I’ve had no experience. I feel like I’m so close but still so far away from getting what I want.
“I’ve got to tell you, princess, that’s the hottest shit I’ve ever seen – knowing that I get you so turned on you come from the slightest touch of my hand. God, just when I didn’t think my dick could get any harder.” He grunts and reaches down to readjust himself. “All right, let’s get your ass in bed so we can talk about how this is going to go down. After that you’re going to take care of my cock like a good little girl, then big brother will take care of you again.”
Not waiting for me to respond, Logan leads me back into my bedroom and over to the bed.
“Sit down for me. I’m going to sit across the room so we can talk for a minute. I know if I sit next to you you’ll be on your back with my cock deep inside you before I can even clear some stuff up.”
I can’t help the little giggle that escapes me at his words. The idea of him over me, thrusting deep inside of me makes my pussy clench. It both excites and scares me a little. I’ve had two orgasms in the past thirty minutes and now my body is primed and begging for another. Sitting on the bed I deliberately let my legs fall open while perching on the side. Maybe I could persuade Logan to give me another. I watch his eyes drop to my spread legs as he takes the chair across from me.
“Princess,” he says as he drags a hand over his face as if he’s trying to relieve some stress. “You’re tempting a beast here. I haven’t had a woman in about two years and I don’t think you've been with many men. If you keep tempting me like that, I’m going to flip you over and shove all ten inches of me deep inside you. I’m guessing that little pussy you’ve got isn’t quite prepared, so I’d be more careful if I were you.” He lets a smile spread across his face and looks at me more intently. “Unless that’s what you’re after, and you want to be walking funny tomorrow.”
Wait, did he just say what I think he did? I’m skipping over the ten-inch comment and going to the other shocking confession. “Are you saying you haven’t been with a woman in two years?” I’m sure the disbelief is quite evident on my face because there’s no way this man hasn’t been with a woman in that long.
“Hell, Sarah, it might have been even longer than two years. I can’t remember the last woman I was with.”
“But I don’t get it. I’m sure you have women falling all over you,” I say. The thought makes my skin crawl. It makes me remember the leggy brunette at the bar, hanging all over Luke.
“I never said I couldn’t get any or haven’t had the opportunity. I’m just saying I haven’t. And to be honest I haven’t wanted to. I have needs, Sarah, and I’m sick of denying them.” He shoots me a heated look while palming himself through his dress pants.
“Are you referring to you and Luke sharing women?”
His eyebrows rise at my question. I’ve only heard a few jokes at work when some of the guys didn’t realize I was within earshot. I always wondered if they were true. Maybe even prayed it was.
“Now, where in the hell did you get that idea?”
“I hear some of the men around the office joke about it,” I confess
“Well, I’ll be having a talk with them on Monday about keeping their fucking mouths shut. You don’t need to hear that kind of talk.”
This makes me burst into laughter. “It wasn’t even two seconds ago you were saying the dirtiest things to me in the hallway.”
“That’s exactly right. The only men you hear talk dirty is Luke and me. You got that? I don’t like the idea of other men putting those thoughts into your pretty head. In fact, the idea of another man even around you pisses me the fuck off. So let’s nip that shit in the ass right now. In fact I’m mad at myself for not making a move on you faster. I don’t like to think about you being with a man before. You better pray Luke and I never meet one of them because we’ll probably be doing twenty-five to life after we’re done with him.” He gives me a stone-hard face that I’m not used to seeing on Logan. Luke yes, but never Logan.
“Well, it’s safe to say I have you beat, big brother. I haven’t been with a man in twenty-four years,” I tell him. With that admission, Logan is across the room, pushing me down into the bed before I can blink.
“Say it, Sarah. I have got to her you say it.” He looks at me with pleading and hungry eyes. “Tell me this sweet little pussy has never known another man.”
“Never,” I whisper, making Logan close his eyes as if in pain.
Opening his eyes, he looks at my mouth. “That mouth ever taste a cock?” he asks.
“Never,” I repeat.
He leans down and takes my mouth in a yearning kiss. I can feel all of his need as he pushes into my mouth. I return the kiss, pouring into it years of denied want. I can’t believe the things he has confessed to me. He hasn’t been with a woman in years, but here he is acting like he can’t get enough of me. I can’t help but wonder why he hasn’t been with anyone in so long.
“When Luke finds out you’re untouched he might lose it. I think a part of him is going to be happy but another part of him will be pissed off. We've been fighting this thing for you. I believe this is going to be another nail in his coffin. He’ll be angry that he won’t be able to refuse you anymore,” Logan murmurs against my lips before recapturing them.
Pushing on Logan’s chest, I try to break the kiss. I have to clear some things in my head. So much is rattling around in there that I need some clarity. “Logan, please, I need some answers here, this is all so overwhelming!”
“After that little bomb you just dropped, Sarah, I’ve got to relieve some of the pressure in my cock because I’ve got no brain power at the moment to carry on a conversation with you. Lose the shirt and the underwear before I rip them off you,” he growls as he releases me and unbuttons his shirt.
Scooting back to the edge of the bed, I watch as he flings his shirt on the floor. Holy shit. Logan is hard all over. My tentative hand runs up his chest and I feel the light brush of his chest hair on my fingertips. Grabbing my wrist, Logan leans down and kisses my palm.
“Princess. Clothes off. Now,” he demands.
I suddenly feel insecure with his perfect chest on display. I’m a solid size twelve with hips, ass, and breasts that are often hard to keep contained in a bra. I’m soft all over whereas he’s hard and cut and fit. I can’t remember the last time I ran, unless you count a mad dash to the bakery to get there before they ran out of sprinkled donuts.
“Can we turn out the lights?” I ask softly, hoping he won’t notice my insecurities. I don’t want to be that girl, and I hate that I’m not feeling so confident anymore.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” he exclaims in disbelief while making fast work of his pants. He stands in front of me in only his boxer briefs, confirming that he does indeed have a ten-inch cock. “I’ve been jerking off to the thought of you naked for the past two years. If you think I’m turning off the lights you’re out of your ever-loving mind. Now strip.”
Sliding my fingers into my panties I slip them down my legs, letting them fall to the floor. I pull my shirt over my head as fast as I can and bring my hands back to my breasts to cover myself. I’ve never been completely naked in front of a man before.
I glance up and notice he has my panties in his hand. He slowly brings them to his nose and takes a deep breath, making my pussy turn slicker. He slowly opens his eyes and the look on his face is one I’ve never seen before. It’s intense, and suddenly I don’t feel insecure anymore. The way he’s looking at me is all consuming. Like he’s a starving man and I’m a feast for the taking. If what he said about not being with another woman in years is true, then I’m guessing his body is starving. Is it hungry for me? Or just any female attention, I wonder.
“Lie back for me, princess. I want to get a good look at all of you,” he whispers in my ear.
I drop back onto the bed and watch as he slides his hand into his briefs and strokes himself. The sheer intensity of his stare causes me to squirm. I spread my legs wide and his focus is directly on my naked body and what I’m displaying.
Sinking to the side of the bed, he positions himself between my legs and brings his mouth to my pussy. I can feel his breath on my mound. Pulling my legs farther apart, I hear him mutter, as if to himself, “I have to have a taste. I’ve got to let Luke know what he’s missing. What kind of brother would I be if I didn’t rub it in his face that I got here first?” His tongue slides over my clit in one long swipe.
“Logan,” I moan.
“You like that? You like your big brother tasting this sweet little pussy?”
“Oh god,” I plead. His words are wrong, but sound so right.
“Has another man tasted you before, Sarah?” I feel his grip on my thighs tighten.
“No. Only you,” I confirm, giving him the words that are not only true, but that I know will please him.
“What have you done? Tell me. I want to wipe away any thoughts you’ve ever had of another man.”
“Only dry humping,” I confess.
“Naked?” he growls.
“No… just. I…just over the clothes,” I mumble lifting my hips trying to bring his mouth back down on me.
I feel him smile against my pussy as he takes another taste of me.
“Luke would have smacked your pussy for that little move. You get what we give you, no trying to take more. Fuck, I can’t resist you though. You can take whatever you want from me.” He takes another lick before sliding up my body and capturing my lips.
I can taste myself on his mouth as his tongue slides across my lips and I’m so turned on by his desire. “You taste so sweet, princess. You like it?” he asks against my mouth.
“Yes,” I breathe, as he kisses me.
Logan reaches down and I feel him release his cock from his briefs. The thick head slides between my pussy lips and across my clit. He’s so hot and hard against me. I feel my legs start to shake.
“Wrap your legs around me, princess. I’m going to give a dry humping that won’t end so dry.”
Wrapping my legs around him he starts sliding his dick back and forth over my slick lips. It’s erotic and like nothing I’ve felt before. His mouth is all over me. My neck, my mouth, my breasts; biting and licking. I can’t bring my body to do anything other than wrap myself around him and hold on.
“You’ve got to cum for me. I can’t last much longer with you wrapped around me like this,” he grunts and picks up speed. His growl of pleasure pushes me over and I feel myself exploding. My arms and legs are pulsing with my orgasm and it feels like my body is floating. I feel Logan’s warm cum spill onto my stomach and I groan with pleasure.
