Chapter 52: Fucking miss stephaine 4
After a short while he released her breasts and shifted higher, guiding his cock back to her mouth. She took him in without hesitation, lips stretching around the thick shaft still coated in oil and her own wetness. Logan rested one hand in her hair and began to thrust gently into her throat, watching the way her eyes watered slightly, the way she stayed open and eager for him. Soft gagging sounds mixed with the wet noise of her mouth working him. He kept the pace controlled, never forcing more than she could take, but deep enough that she felt every inch.
When the urge to finish grew too strong he pulled free again. A thin strand of saliva connected her swollen lips to the tip of his cock. Stephanie’s chest rose and fell rapidly. Her eyes were dark and glassy with lingering need. Logan moved back down her body, lifted one of her legs high, and pushed back into her ass in a single smooth thrust. The sudden fullness made her cry out. He braced himself over her and began to drive into her once more, the new angle letting him go deep and hard.
This time he did not hold back. He fucked her ass with powerful, steady strokes that made the bed frame creak beneath them. One hand gripped her thigh to keep her open. The other reached between them and rubbed her clit in firm circles. Stephanie’s moans turned loud and continuous. Her hands clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The system kept every nerve raw and hypersensitive. Each deep thrust seemed to push her closer to another peak.
She came again with his cock buried in her ass and his fingers working her clit. The orgasm hit her harder than the last. Her body arched off the bed, a broken cry tearing from her throat as her ass clamped down around him in strong, rhythmic pulses. Logan held her through it, thrusting deep and steady, drawing the climax out until her thighs shook and her voice went hoarse.
Even then he kept moving inside her, slower now but still relentless, keeping her open and full while the aftershocks rolled through her body. Sweat and leftover water from the shower gleamed on both their skins. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her tight ass filled the quiet room.
Logan leaned down, mouth close to her ear, still buried to the hilt.
"I’m going to fill this ass next," he said, voice rough with control. "And then I’m going to make you clean every drop with that pretty mouth. You’re going to stay open for me until I decide we’re finished."
Stephanie’s only answer was a shaky, needy moan. Her walls fluttered hard around him at the promise. Logan’s cock twitched deep inside her. He was still thick and hard, nowhere near done, and the night was far from over.
Logan kept his word. He stayed buried deep in her ass and began to thrust with long, powerful strokes that made the bed creak beneath them. One hand stayed locked on her thigh, holding her open. The other worked her swollen clit in firm, relentless circles. Stephanie’s moans turned continuous and broken. Every deep drive of his cock stretched her open and forced fresh sounds from her throat. The system kept feeding heat through her nerves until every sensation felt magnified and almost too much.
He watched her face the entire time. The way her eyes fluttered, the way her mouth stayed open on soft cries, the way her heavy breasts shifted with every impact. When he felt the familiar tightening at the base of his spine he did not slow down. He fucked her harder, grinding deep on every stroke, fingers still rubbing her clit without mercy. Stephanie came first, her body arching hard off the bed as another climax tore through her. Her ass clamped down around him in strong, rhythmic pulses that almost pulled him over with her.
Logan held on just long enough to feel every flutter. Then he buried himself to the hilt, hips pressed flush against her, and let go. Thick pulses of cum flooded her tight ass in long, heavy spurts. He stayed deep through every one, grinding against her while he filled her, the heat of his release making her moan weakly beneath him. Stephanie’s walls continued to flutter around him as if trying to milk every drop.
He stayed inside her for several long seconds after the last pulse faded, catching his breath, still half-hard and buried deep. Only when his cock began to soften slightly did he slowly pull free. A thick trickle of his cum followed the retreat of his length and spilled from her open hole, running down the curve of her ass and onto the sheets. Stephanie made a soft, exhausted sound at the sudden emptiness and the warm wetness leaking from her.
Logan moved up the bed and straddled her chest once more. His cock, still slick and streaked with cum and oil, hung heavy in front of her face. Stephanie did not need to be told. She lifted her head and opened her mouth, tongue out. He guided the head between her lips and she began to clean him with slow, thorough strokes of her tongue, licking away every trace of his release and her own earlier wetness. Soft, wet sounds filled the quiet room as she worked. Logan watched her the entire time, one hand resting lightly in her hair while she licked him clean.
When she had taken every drop from his cock he pulled free and shifted lower again. He spread her thighs wide and looked at the messy state of her. Cum still leaked slowly from her ass. Her cunt was swollen and glistening. He leaned down and dragged his tongue through the mess, tasting the mix of his own release and her arousal.
Stephanie’s hips jerked at the contact. A soft, oversensitive moan left her throat. He spent long minutes there, tongue working slowly over her used holes, cleaning her with the same thorough care she had just given him. Every stroke of his tongue made her thighs tremble. The system kept her nerves raw. Even after so many orgasms she was still responsive, still twitching under his mouth.