Page 38 of 14 Night Tryst

“Look at that,” he moans, fingering the trail of wetness running down my thigh and bringing it to his mouth. “Your sweet little pussy is weeping to be fucked.” I watch him suck his finger clean and moan throatily. “Fuck, you taste even better than I imagined.” Logan grabs both my ass cheeks and spreads them apart as he bends down and runs his velvet tongue through my cleft, stopping to flick his tongue against my clit.

“Logan.” I lament fisting the bedsheets and rocking my ass against his face. Another sharp slap on my ass cheek steals the breath right out of my lungs. “Shit,” I hiss.

“You don’t call me by my first name, little girl. I’m your professor, and you’ll address me as such. Understand?” I nod panting.

“Yes,Professor.”

“Good girl.” Logan hums and turns his attention back to eating me out. I’ve never felt such intense pleasure in my life. Every time Logan’s tongue circles the rim of my ass the muscles in my stomach twitch and my clit throbs, begging for some of the action. We’d done some anal play on the flight back home from our trip, so I’m familiar and comfortable with his finger, but tonight he’s using two to loosen me up before he attempts to use that mammoth cock of his.

I’m in a state of delirium right now. I had absolutely no idea anal could feel so good and if someone had told me a couple of weeks ago that I would be gearing myself up to be fucked in the ass I would have laughed.

But this is really happening and I’m half nervous and half excited about experiencing something new, something that’s a first for me with Logan.

“You ready?” he asks, and I nod trying my best to not tense when he presses himself at my entrance. “Look at me. I want to see those eyes roll back as I fill you up.”

This man and his filthy mouth will be the death of me but I abide and turn to look back at him over my shoulder. Logan spits on my ass and I watch impatiently while he rubs the crown of his cock against my ass and slowly eases himself into me.

Every breath I have in my lungs rushes out and I momentarily forget how to breathe when we watch each other as he feeds himself into me. Our mouths hang open and if it wasn’t for the look of sheer pleasure on his face I would have passed out from the sharp sting and uncomfortable pressure as I stretch around the size of him. I fist the bedsheets so tight my knuckles turn white. “You okay?” Logan pants and goes still giving me a moment to catch my breath and adjust.

I don’t need to poop. I don’t need to poop. You’re fine, just breathe Savi.

“Mhm,” I nod, pressing my face into the pillow. “Just do it, please, go all in I can’t take it.”

“Do you want me to stop?” Logan asks and even through the burning pain I can hear the concern in his voice, but I shake my head. I can take it. I’ve come this far I need to see it through. Jesus, even with all the lube we have used it’s still uncomfortable.

“No, don’t stop, please just keep going. You’re halfway in, right?” I question with a groan and Logan looks down and smiles.

“No baby, I’ve only got the head in at the moment,” he admits sheepishly.

“Holy fuck,” I whimper and draw in a couple of deep breaths. The feel of Logan’s hands affectionately caressing my hips and the soft kisses he’s trailing down my spine is a pleasant distraction.

“Savi, we can stop if you’re in pain, sweetheart.”

I shake my head again. “No, I’m fine, I just need a distraction.”

“Okay, use the rose or play with your clit, it will take the edge off.” Logan suggests and I nod picking up the rose and turning it on. I move to push my legs wider and swallow the groan that almost escapes me. My ears do however pick up on Logan’s throaty growl and the way his fingers grip my hips a little tighter. I can only imagine how tight I must feel around him right now and how difficult it is for him to fight the urge and not move.

I place the suction part of the rose over my clit and turn it on. The toy comes to life, and I moan quietly when it softly hums against my clit. I press the button to the next mode which gives more suction than vibration.

Oh yes, that’s more like it.

Not enough though, I need more. I push the button again to the next level up and cry out when the suction pressure increases on my clit and a jolt of pleasure surges through me. “Oh,fuck yes.”

“I love the way you sound when you moan, baby.” Logan murmurs in my ear as he continues to run his heavenly hands up and down my back, patiently waiting for me to give him the go ahead. “Christ the muscles in your ass are contracting from the toy and it’s driving me crazy, Savannah.”

“Okay, I’m ready.” I pant, rocking my hips to assess the pressure and when I don’t feel that blinding pressure, I turn my gaze to look back at him. “Fuck me.”

Logan nods, grips my hips and feeds his cock into me with a guttural groan that reverberates though me. “Holy fucking shit Savannah, you’reso tight.”

I’ve never felt so full and a mixture of pain and pleasure in my life. My brain is fried and can’t figure out which feeling to focus on. I feel like I’m submerged in an array of sensations. Between the dizzying pressure and the new sensation of having Logan’s cock wholly immersed in my ass combined with the intense suction of the toy that is rapidly pushing me to the brink of orgasm I want to scream. Thankfully, it doesn’t take me very long to adjust and this rose truly is a game changer. When I finally give Logan the green light to start thrusting there’s no more pain, and that overwhelming need to use the bathroom eases and I’m left to relish in this newfound feeling.

“That’s a tight fucking ass,” Logan moans, using both his hands he spanks me while watching his cock disappear into my ass and slowly drawing it back out again with a feral growl. “Come on baby, cum all over my cock like a good little whore. Ahhh, yes, you’re so close, I can feel you getting tighter, you’re choking my fucking dick.”

There’s no holding back the scream that emerges from deep in my throat as the orgasm burns through me, causing my body to shake uncontrollably. The pressure is too much to bear, I pull the toy away and warm liquid gushes down my thighs with wave after wave of my climax crashing over me until it slowly ebbs away, leaving me a hot mess breathless in its wake.

Logan gathers my hair in his hand and tugs me back, his lips descend on mine and we kiss hard and dirty while his thrusts become more vigorous as he nears his own orgasm. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he pants, curling his fingers around my throat and sucking on my lower lip. “I’m going to cum all over that pretty face, Savi. Turn around. Now,” he growls as he pulls out of me, flips me on my back and sprays his hot seed all over my chest and face.

I love to watch him unravel as he climaxes. The way he chants my name in that deep gravelly tone, and the sexy way his muscles flex and twitch while he rides out every last wave of pleasure that pelts through him. “Mm, fuck, fuck, Savi.”

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