Page 19 of Her Devious Daddies

Immediately regretting my cocky reply, I inwardly groaned. Didn’t I know better than to tempt the man sitting next to me? He would unravel me, and all my carefully structured responses would be moot. I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not. My brain ignored the memo. Logan undid the buckle of his belt, pulling it through the loops and tossing it on the couch next to us while maintaining eye contact. He unzipped his pants and stroked his cock. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his hand. Shyness came over me when I saw he wore nothing underneath his jeans.

“Wrap your sexy mouth around my cock like a good boy. Don’t stop until I tell you to.”

My bravado slipped again as it had done so many times tonight. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“Figure it out.”

Allowing myself another moment of vulnerability, I sighed. “I have no idea how to start.”

“Come here.”

My feet had a mind of their own because in seconds I was on the floor between his legs.

“Wet your lips,” he commanded in a softer tone than he’d previously used.

I licked my lips and wrapped my hand around the base of his cock using the leverage of my position to my advantage. My heartbeat thundered in my ears, and I risked a glance at him.

“Use those lips to cover your teeth and relax your jaw as much as you can.”

I took him into my mouth glancing at his face again, hoping for some sign of approval.

“Good boy.”

His praise fueled me. I sucked on him the motion like what I’d used to practice in the secrecy of my room with a popsicle when I was in college. It seemed silly at the time, and I hoped I didn’t look foolish now. Logan stroked my hair.

“Just like that,” he encouraged. “You can be rougher if you want to be. You’re not going to hurt me.”

I tried to focus on the task at hand, but I was in an unusual headspace. There was something incredibly satisfying about sucking on Logan. He tasted amazing, or maybe I’d just been waiting for so long. Hoping he felt as good as I did, I took his cock deeper.

“Fuck, August,” he said in between heavy breaths. “You’re so good at that.”

I continued licking and sucking on his dick while rubbing my hand along his shaft.

“I’m going to come,” he announced. “If you’re not ready, you should stop, and I’ll finish myself off.”

Nothing short of an apocalyptic event that could have torn me away from my place against his body, on my knees, sucking his cock. I kept going. Logan released into my mouth, grunting as he did so. His hands were in my hair, tugging gently as I swallowed every drop. I glanced up at him since he had been very specific in his warning not to stop before he told me to.

“Get up here.”

I slid him out of my mouth, casually wiping my lips with the back of my hand.

Logan fixed his pants. “Are you poking at me again, August, or did you not hear me?”

“I heard you.” I climbed onto the sofa, not sure what to expect. It had been intimate but maybe this sort of thing happened to him all the time.

Logan pulled me close to him until I sat completely in his lap. “Do you want me to return the favor, August?”

“I’m not sure. To be honest, I’m feeling pretty raw and vulnerable, two things I hate feeling.” I hated admitting the feelings even more than I hated having them.

“We don’t have to do anything else.”

I stared at his handsome face. Did I want to feel Logan’s mouth on my cock? The answer was a resounding yes, but my head was spinning from everything we had already done. “I appreciate your offer more than I can say, but I’m exhausted.”

“Do you have anything to do tomorrow?”

“No, I’m off work. Some errands later in the afternoon, but nothing else.” My mind raced with possibilities.

Logan played with my hair, his eyebrows furrowed deep in thought.

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