Page 23 of 21 Week Hiatus

“Fuck, look at you.” Logan rasps as he feeds his cock into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. “You look so fucking perfect with my cock down your throat, you filthy little slut. Take it, take every fucking inch.” When I hallow out my cheeks and suck up his shaft his eyes roll back, and his fingers fist my hair. “Oh my God, I forgot how fucking good your mouth felt, baby,fuck.”

Shit, and I forgot how big he was. Tears gather in my eyes as I try not to gag each time he pulls back and thrusts back into my mouth. “Look up at me, let me see those beautiful eyes while I fuck your mouth, Wildfire.” Logan’s cock thickens and starts to throb inside my mouth as we fall into a rhythm. The sound of his pleasure-filled moans and gasps travel through me, each one making me wetter and more desperate to drink up his seed. Logan watches raptly as his dick disappears into my mouth and he spits out a string of curses and praises when my fingers roll and massage his balls. “Ah baby, fuck yes, just like that. That’s it,good girl, milk Daddy’s cock… milk Daddy’s cock and make him cum for you, baby.”

Swirling my tongue around his shaft my hand pumps him fast while I suck him hard, pushing him closer and closer to the brink of release until I feel his cock start to pulse and his thighs start to shake as he reaches the apex of his climax. “Fuck, ohfuck, Savi I’m coming, I’m coming for you baby, straight down your fucking throat. Ahhh!” My eyes close and for a moment I forget to breathe as Logan deep throatsme and goes still while he spills rope after rope of his warm and salty seed down my throat.

With every surge of his release, Logan’s cock pulses in my mouth. Tears stream down the side of my face while my lungs scream for air. My head goes faint, and I feel as though I'm on the verge of blacking out, but I remain calm. I trust Logan completely and I know he is aware and mindful of my needs and limits.

Besides, I’m not about to miss watching and listening to Logan climax. I’ve yet to discover something more erotic than Logan climaxing or his post orgasmic glow.

Logan starts to pull back slowly, and I finally have the chance to inhale a deep breath, greedily filling my lungs and swallowing the remnants of his release. Using the pad of his thumb, he gently wipes away the tears that escaped down my cheeks while gazing down at me with eyes brimming with affection. I’m staring up at him, his pulsing member still in my mouth.

“You did so well, baby,” he pants, moving his hips back until only the tip of his member remains in my mouth. “You love gagging on Daddy's big, thick cock, don't you, sweetheart?” I nod with a moan of satisfaction as I use the tip of my tongue to tease the metal piercing on his shaft. Logan hisses and trembles as he takes hold of my jaw and slowly feeds his stiff length back into my mouth. “Yeah, I know you do. Such a thirsty little cum slut.” He rasps, watching fixedly with his bottom lip clinched between his teeth as his cock disappears into my mouth and he presses himself deep into the back of my throat. “God, baby, look how hard you make me. Daddy can’t get enough of fucking this pretty mouth and loves to see you cry while you’re choking on his dick like a desperate little whore.”

A low moan escapes my throat as I feel my clit pulsing and a small wave of wetness seeping from my pussy, soaking my underwear even more.

What kind of sex incantation has this wizard of a man put me under because before him, if a guy called me a whore I would have probably taken offence and cried, but with him, each time he degrades me, my pussy literally slavers and rejoices.

One moment I’m down on my knees teasing the tip of his cock with my tongue and the next I’m being scooped off the floor and lifted up into his muscular arms while his mouth comes crashing down on mine, kissing me ardently while carrying me toward the bed.

My back hits the mattress, and I almost whimper in displeasure when Logan breaks our impassioned kiss to stare down at me. His eyes are filled with an intense emotion that stirs something deep inside me. Why is he looking at me like that? “What?” I ask breathlessly, propping myself up on my elbows.

Logan wordlessly shakes his head, but he keeps his eyes on mine as he crawls over me. “I’m just thinking about all those nights I spent alone in this bed wishing you were here with me. I feel like I’m dreaming, and I’m honestly terrified I’ll wake up and you’ll be gone,” he declares adoringly.

Smiling, I run my nose down the length of his and he sighs, closing his eyes. “You’re not dreaming baby, I’m where I belong, and I have no intention of going anywhere.” I assure him and brush my fingers along his bearded jaw.

The mood shifts suddenly when he opens his eyes and the intense desire in his gaze transforms into unwavering devotion. Our lips move together in perfect rhythm, our tongues exploring each other sensually as the kiss deepens. He lays me down, his strong body pressing against mine. Unable to contain my pleasure, I moan as he teases my tongue and entices it with gentle sucks. My hands roam freely over his muscular back, eagerly exploring every inch. With each article of clothing discarded, our naked bodies coil together as one.

“I love you.” Logan whispers in my ear as he positions his manhood against my entrance and slowly pushes himself into me. I will never get used to his size; doesn’t matter how many times I’ve had sex with him, the moment he presses inside me and fills me with that glorious cock, I’m gasping at not only the pleasure that consumes me, but the feeling of being stretched.

“I love you too,” I breathe, tilting my head back as Logan kisses down my neck tenderly. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I rock my hips insync with his movements. Logan’s hands lift my arms and pins them above my head, lacing his fingers with mine as he starts to thrust into me.

I'm so used to the fast-paced fucking that when he takes it slow like this, and we make love, it always takes me by surprise. His deep silver eyes gaze into mine, his hands explore my body with a gentle touch, and his lips move along my skin as if they were composing a love letter. I’m lost in the moment, in the sensation of being loved and desired, of being truly appreciated by him. This is something I’ve never experienced with anyone else before.

As our bodies move in sync, our breaths mingling in the air between us, I’m struck by the overwhelming sense of peace and contentment that washes over me. In this moment, there is nothing else but us, nothing else that matters. Not our fight or our five-month long breakup.

And as he whispers my name and I whisper his, I am filled with a deep sense of gratitude and love for this enchanting man who has captured my heart and soul. In his arms, I’ve found a home, a place where I am truly myself and loved for it. And I know that no matter what happens, I will always cherish these moments; these slow and tender moments that we share together.

When wrapped in his strong arms, I find my home.

Six months later…

“So, pretty girl, what do they call you?”

“Savannah,” I reply, taking a sip of my mocktail through the plastic straw and flashing a flirtatious smile.

“What a lovely name,” he compliments, leaning on his elbow and inching closer to me. His dark eyes gaze at my lips wrapped around the straw. “I'm Leo,” he introduces himself, taking my hand and placing a gentle kiss on my knuckles. My attention is drawn to someone staring at me from across the room. I lock eyes with a pair of piercing silver ones and for a brief moment we hold each other’s gaze, a smug smirk on his lips, before I remember the charming man in front of me and turn away. Across the room, Logan is engaged in an intimate conversation with a tall blonde who can't seem to keep her hands off him.

“Leo,” I purr, running my tongue over my lips. “How fitting. I've always been fond of that name.”

Leo smiles back at me, his brown eyes sparkling under the dim lighting of the bar. “Is that so? Well, you know what I’m fond of?” He leans incloser to whisper in my ear. “The way my name sounds when it rolls off your tongue.”

I fight against the urge to roll my eyes and hide the cringe that threatens to show on my face as he makes his claim and leans in close to whisper it in my ear. I meet Logan's gaze again and see the intense flames of desire in his eyes as he watches my exchange with Leo.

You’re probably wondering what we’re doing flirting with a couple of strangers in a bar in New York City. Well, Logan decided to whisk me away for a weekend in the city that never sleeps. I’ve never been to New York and so far, I’m loving the vibe. After a nice lavish dinner date, Logan and I somehow wound up in a bet to see who will get jealous first. He’s adamant that I’m the jealous one, but I’m confident he will break first; at least I was until I noticed the desire radiating in his eyes.

I think this is having the opposite effect to what either of us intended. I never imagined I would find seeing another woman shamelessly flirt and touch him such a turn on. Just knowing that gorgeous hunk of beef is all mine and he has absolutely no interest in her and his attention is really with me—just as mine is with him—is enough to ignite an untamable fire within me. I have zero interest in Leo, I’m just waiting to see how far I can push Logan before he breaks.

I flash Logan a sensual smile before I turn my attention back to Leo who is watching me intently, his eyes volleying between my eyes and lips. “So, are you seeing anyone, pretty girl?”

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