Chapter 61: I have
Logan stayed buried deep inside her and began to move again with long, grinding strokes that made Stephanie’s already sensitive body tremble beneath him. Every inward thrust dragged against her swollen clit and forced a soft, broken sound from her throat. Her hands slid down his back and gripped his ass, pulling him deeper even as her thighs shook from the overload of sensation. The system kept every nerve lit and raw. What should have been too much after so many climaxes only made her wetter and more responsive.
He fucked her like that for several minutes, slow and deep, watching the way her face twisted with overwhelmed pleasure. When her breathing grew short again he shifted without pulling out, rolling them both so that she ended up on top of him. Stephanie settled fully onto his cock with a shaky moan, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. Her hands braced on his chest. Her heavy breasts hung full and inviting above him.
Logan’s hands settled on her hips. "Ride me. Nice and slow."
She obeyed. The first rolls of her hips were careful, almost hesitant from the sensitivity, but the thick stretch of him inside her quickly pulled softer, hungrier sounds from her throat. She began to rise and sink in a steady rhythm, the wet sound of her cunt sliding up and down his length filling the quiet room. Logan watched the way her breasts swayed with every movement. He reached up and cupped them both, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her nipples between his fingers while she rode.
Stephanie’s head tipped back. Soft moans spilled from her continuously as she worked herself on his cock. He let her set the pace for a while, simply thrusting up to meet her on every downward stroke, grinding deep when she was fully seated. When her movements grew a little faster and more desperate he tightened his grip on her hips and took control, holding her in place while he fucked up into her with powerful thrusts from below. The sudden change made her cry out. Her hands braced harder on his chest as he drove into her over and over.
He kept the relentless rhythm until her walls began to flutter and tighten. Then he slowed again, almost stopping, keeping her fully impaled while his thumb found her clit and rubbed firm circles. Stephanie’s thighs trembled on either side of his hips. She tried to rock against him for more friction. He held her still and continued the slow, teasing pressure until her voice turned pleading.
Only then did he resume the hard upward thrusts and push her straight through another climax. Stephanie came with a broken cry, body shaking, cunt clamping down around him in strong pulses while he kept fucking up into her. He did not stop until the last flutter faded and she collapsed forward against his chest, breathing hard, still fully seated on his cock.
Logan stroked slow circles over her back while she recovered, his length still thick and hard inside her. After a short while he rolled them once more so that she was on her back again. He pulled free only long enough to lift both of her legs high and wide, then pushed back into her cunt with one smooth thrust. The new angle let him go even deeper. Stephanie’s mouth opened on a long moan as he began to drive into her with steady, powerful strokes.
He braced himself over her and fucked her hard, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the room. One hand reached between them to rub her clit without mercy. The other gripped her throat lightly, just enough pressure to make her feel owned while he took her. Stephanie’s eyes stayed locked on his. Soft, continuous cries spilled from her open mouth with every deep thrust. The system turned each one into something that made her toes curl and her hands clutch at the sheets.
She came again like that, legs high and spread, his cock buried deep and his fingers working her clit. The orgasm hit her harder than the last. Her whole body arched, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat as her cunt pulsed tightly around him. Logan fucked her through every wave, never slowing, drawing the climax out until her legs shook in his grip and fresh wetness soaked the sheets beneath her.
Even after the orgasm faded he stayed inside her, moving with slower, grinding thrusts that kept her full and sensitive. Sweat gleamed on both their bodies. The scent of sex and leftover oil hung heavy in the air. Logan leaned down and kissed her hard, tongue sliding deep while he continued to rock into her. Stephanie kissed him back with open, exhausted hunger, her hands sliding into his hair.
When he finally pulled free she made a soft sound of loss. A thick strand of her arousal clung to his cock before breaking. Logan moved higher up the bed and guided his slick length to her mouth once more. Stephanie opened for him at once, lips stretching around the head as she began to suck. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between them while she cleaned him with slow strokes of her tongue, tasting herself on every inch.
Logan watched her work, one hand resting lightly in her hair. When she had taken every trace of her own wetness from him he pulled free and shifted back down her body. He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg high against his chest, and pushed back into her cunt from behind in that tight angle. The new position made her moan loudly. He began to thrust with long, deep strokes while one hand reached around to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
Stephanie pushed back to meet him as best she could. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her with every impact. Logan kept the pace steady and powerful, the thick length of him stretching her open again and again. The system continued to feed heat through her until every nerve felt raw and hungry despite the many climaxes she had already taken.
He was still nowhere near finished. The night stretched ahead of them, and he intended to keep her exactly like this—open, dripping, and begging—for as long as he wanted.
Logan stayed buried deep inside her and began to move again with long, grinding strokes that made Stephanie’s already sensitive body tremble beneath him. Every inward thrust dragged against her swollen clit and forced a soft, broken sound from her throat. Her hands slid down his back and gripped his ass, pulling him deeper even as her thighs shook from the overload of sensation. The system kept every nerve lit and raw. What should have been too much after so many climaxes only made her wetter and more responsive.
He fucked her like that for several minutes, slow and deep, watching the way her face twisted with overwhelmed pleasure. When her breathing grew short again he shifted without pulling out, rolling them both so that she ended up on top of him. Stephanie settled fully onto his cock with a shaky moan, taking every inch until her ass rested against his thighs. Her hands braced on his chest. Her heavy breasts hung full and inviting above him.
Logan’s hands settled on her hips. "Ride me. Nice and slow."
She obeyed. The first rolls of her hips were careful, almost hesitant from the sensitivity, but the thick stretch of him inside her quickly pulled softer, hungrier sounds from her throat. She began to rise and sink in a steady rhythm, the wet sound of her cunt sliding up and down his length filling the quiet room. Logan watched the way her breasts swayed with every movement. He reached up and cupped them both, squeezing the soft flesh and rolling her nipples between his fingers while she rode.
Stephanie’s head tipped back. Soft moans spilled from her continuously as she worked herself on his cock. He let her set the pace for a while, simply thrusting up to meet her on every downward stroke, grinding deep when she was fully seated. When her movements grew a little faster and more desperate he tightened his grip on her hips and took control, holding her in place while he fucked up into her with powerful thrusts from below. The sudden change made her cry out. Her hands braced harder on his chest as he drove into her over and over.
He kept the relentless rhythm until her walls began to flutter and tighten. Then he slowed again, almost stopping, keeping her fully impaled while his thumb found her clit and rubbed firm circles. Stephanie’s thighs trembled on either side of his hips. She tried to rock against him for more friction. He held her still and continued the slow, teasing pressure until her voice turned pleading.
Only then did he resume the hard upward thrusts and push her straight through another climax. Stephanie came with a broken cry, body shaking, cunt clamping down around him in strong pulses while he kept fucking up into her. He did not stop until the last flutter faded and she collapsed forward against his chest, breathing hard, still fully seated on his cock.
Logan stroked slow circles over her back while she recovered, his length still thick and hard inside her. After a short while he rolled them once more so that she was on her back again. He pulled free only long enough to lift both of her legs high and wide, then pushed back into her cunt with one smooth thrust. The new angle let him go even deeper. Stephanie’s mouth opened on a long moan as he began to drive into her with steady, powerful strokes.
He braced himself over her and fucked her hard, the wet slap of their bodies loud in the room. One hand reached between them to rub her clit without mercy. The other gripped her throat lightly, just enough pressure to make her feel owned while he took her. Stephanie’s eyes stayed locked on his. Soft, continuous cries spilled from her open mouth with every deep thrust. The system turned each one into something that made her toes curl and her hands clutch at the sheets.
She came again like that, legs high and spread, his cock buried deep and his fingers working her clit. The orgasm hit her harder than the last. Her whole body arched, a hoarse cry tearing from her throat as her cunt pulsed tightly around him. Logan fucked her through every wave, never slowing, drawing the climax out until her legs shook in his grip and fresh wetness soaked the sheets beneath her.
Even after the orgasm faded he stayed inside her, moving with slower, grinding thrusts that kept her full and sensitive. Sweat gleamed on both their bodies. The scent of sex and leftover oil hung heavy in the air. Logan leaned down and kissed her hard, tongue sliding deep while he continued to rock into her. Stephanie kissed him back with open, exhausted hunger, her hands sliding into his hair.
When he finally pulled free she made a soft sound of loss. A thick strand of her arousal clung to his cock before breaking. Logan moved higher up the bed and guided his slick length to her mouth once more. Stephanie opened for him at once, lips stretching around the head as she began to suck. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between them while she cleaned him with slow strokes of her tongue, tasting herself on every inch.
Logan watched her work, one hand resting lightly in her hair. When she had taken every trace of her own wetness from him he pulled free and shifted back down her body. He turned her onto her side, lifted her top leg high against his chest, and pushed back into her cunt from behind in that tight angle. The new position made her moan loudly. He began to thrust with long, deep strokes while one hand reached around to cup her breast and pinch the nipple.
Stephanie pushed back to meet him as best she could. Soft, broken sounds spilled from her with every impact. Logan kept the pace steady and powerful, the thick length of him stretching her open again and again. The system continued to feed heat through her until every nerve felt raw and hungry despite the many climaxes she had already taken.
He was still nowhere near finished. The night stretched ahead of them, and he intended to keep her exactly like this—open, dripping, and begging—for as long as he wanted.