Chapter 51: Fucking miss stephaine 3
When her soft moans turned into longer, hungrier sounds he gradually lengthened the strokes. Soon he was pulling almost all the way out before sinking deep again, the full length of him disappearing between her cheeks on every thrust. One hand stayed on her hip to steady her. The other slid back between her thighs and found her clit once more, rubbing firm circles in time with his hips.
The dual stimulation made Stephanie’s arms give out. She dropped fully to her chest, ass still raised high for him, face turned to the side against the sheets. Her moans grew louder with every deep stroke. The wet sound of his cock moving in and out of her tight ass filled the room. Logan watched the way her body took him, the way the full cheeks of her ass rippled each time his hips met them.
He fucked her with steady, powerful thrusts now, the earlier careful pace giving way to something deeper and more demanding. Every time he bottomed out he ground against her, letting her feel the full stretch before pulling back. The system kept feeding heat through her, turning the intense fullness into something that made her thighs tremble and her voice break on every moan.
Stephanie came again with his cock buried deep in her ass and his fingers working her clit. The orgasm hit her hard. Her whole body tightened, the already snug channel of her ass clamping down around him in strong, rhythmic pulses. A broken cry left her throat. Logan held her hips firmly and kept thrusting through it, dragging the climax out until her legs shook and fresh wetness soaked his hand between her thighs.
Even after the orgasm faded he did not stop. He slowed only enough to keep her from becoming overwhelmed, still moving inside her with deep, grinding strokes while she lay trembling beneath him. His voice was rough when he spoke again.
"You’re taking it so well. Look at you, ass full of cock and still dripping."
Stephanie could only moan in answer. Her hands opened and closed weakly in the sheets. Logan leaned over her back, chest pressed to her damp skin, and reached around to grip her throat lightly once more while he continued to fuck her ass with long, controlled thrusts. The new position let him go even deeper. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered. Soft, continuous sounds spilled from her open mouth.
He kept her like that for several more minutes, alternating between deep, powerful strokes and slower, grinding ones that made her feel every inch. When he felt the familiar tightening in his own body he pulled free with a wet sound. Stephanie made a soft noise of loss at the sudden emptiness.
Logan turned her onto her back, lifted both of her legs high against his chest, and pushed back into her ass in one smooth thrust. The new angle made her cry out. He braced his hands on the backs of her thighs and began to drive into her again, watching the way her heavy breasts shifted with every impact, the way her face twisted with overwhelmed pleasure.
Logan kept her legs high and pressed together against his chest, the position making her ass even tighter around his cock. Every deep thrust forced a fresh, broken sound from Stephanie’s throat. Oil and her own slickness made the long strokes smooth and filthy. He watched the way her body took him, the thick length disappearing between the full cheeks of her ass again and again, the way her heavy breasts shifted and bounced with the force of his hips.
He did not rush. He kept the rhythm powerful but controlled, pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the stretch of the head before he sank back in to the base. Each time he bottomed out he ground against her, letting the pressure build. His free hand slid down between her thighs and found her clit once more, rubbing firm, steady circles that made her moan louder. The system fed another pulse of heat through every sensitive nerve. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered. Her hands gripped the sheets on either side of her head, knuckles white.
"Look at me," he said.
Her gaze locked on his. The open, overwhelmed expression on her face only made him thrust harder. He fucked her ass with long, deep strokes while his fingers worked her clit without mercy. Stephanie’s moans turned into short, continuous cries. Her walls fluttered around him in warning. He kept the same relentless pace and pushed her straight through another climax. Her whole body tightened, the already snug channel of her ass clamping down hard around his cock in strong pulses. A long, shaky cry left her throat as the orgasm tore through her.
Logan fucked her through every wave, never slowing, dragging the pleasure out until her legs trembled against his chest and fresh wetness soaked the sheets beneath her. Even after the climax began to fade he stayed buried deep, moving with slower, grinding thrusts that kept her right on the edge of overstimulation. Stephanie’s breathing was ragged. Soft aftershocks still fluttered around him.
He finally pulled free with a wet sound. A thick strand of oil and her arousal clung to his cock before breaking. Stephanie made a soft, needy noise at the emptiness. Logan lowered her legs, climbed higher up the bed, and straddled her chest. His cock, still slick and shining, rested heavily between her full breasts. He gathered them with both hands, pressing the soft flesh around his length, and began to thrust through the tight valley he created.
Stephanie lifted her head at once and opened her mouth, tongue out, so that the head of his cock slid across it on every upward stroke. The sight of her willing and eager only made him squeeze her breasts tighter around himself. He fucked the soft channel of her cleavage with steady strokes, the head popping free between her lips each time. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between them. Stephanie’s hands came up to help, holding her own breasts for him while she licked and kissed the tip whenever it came within reach.