Logan nodded. “Fine.”

“I promise we’ll do that,” she agreed. “Can you stay and watch?”

Roman cursed, his eyes lighting up. “Would you like that?”

Without taking her gaze off of Roman’s face, she dropped to her knees in front of Logan and nodded.

“Then I’ll watch, love.” Roman went to the overstuffed easy chair and sat down. His gaze was glued to her. He lifted his chin in Logan’s direction, coaxing her on.

Logan placed his hand on her cheek. “Suck.”

She leaned in and grabbed his thighs while she ran her tongue up the length of his shaft. When she got to the tip, she sucked it into her mouth and swirled her tongue around it.

He gave her ponytail a warning tug. “I said suck, Ava.”

She was coming to understand that Logan was incredibly dominant in sex, and liked to get his way. But when she circled him with her tongue, his thigh muscles tensed beneath her hands. He enjoyed her teasing touch, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

She gripped the base of his cock with one palm and took him deep into her mouth, nearly swallowing him whole. The stretch of her lips was the right amount of uncomfortable, and she moaned at the feel of him inside her.

He tasted like sin.

On the other side of the room, Roman’s voice rumbled his encouragement. “You’re so fucking hot with his cock in your mouth, love.”

She timed her hand to be in tandem with her mouth, traveling up and down Logan’s length, his spray of pubic hair brushing her nose with each movement. She went a little lower each time until she felt him touch the back of her throat. She gagged and let her saliva pool around him as she worked.

“Fuck,” Logan hissed between clenched teeth. “Oh fuck. Yes, Ava. Yes.”

She quickened her pace. The vocalization of his pleasure was like a drug. Never had she enjoyed giving head to a man as much as she did to Logan. She brought him deep, pulled back to his tip, then took him deep again while twisting her hand alongside her mouth. Choking on him was a pleasure all on its own.

“Should I fuck her face, Roman? Make her take me how I need?”

When Roman groaned his agreement, Ava’s heart skipped a beat.

“You’re going to be a good girl and take it, yes?”

She nodded her approval, hungry for the feel of his power, and let him take control.

He grabbed her ponytail close to the roots. Dropping her hand, she relaxed her jaw and throat and let him have his way with her.

“Fuck, Ava. Such a dirty girl for me. Gag on my cock like the perfect slut you are.”

Logan set a punishing pace, bucking into her mouth. The grip on her hair tightened. Saliva dripped off her chin, and she suffocated on his cock, loving that he trusted her with his brutality. Her pulse increased, and the wetness between her legs became uncomfortable. She ached for him. For Roman. For them both.

“I’m going to come,” Logan panted. “And as much as I want you to swallow, I want to see your tits coated with my cum like the messy whore you are.”

“You’re doing so well, love,” Roman grunted.

She moaned around Logan’s dick. If she was wet before, she was saturated now.

Logan yanked her head back, and his cock slid out of her throat. She gasped, catching her breath. Hot spurts of cum decorated her chest as Logan stroked out his release.

“Such a perfect slut,” he praised her, running his thumb over her bottom lip. “So pretty painted in my cum.”

“Touch me, Logan. Feel me, please,” she begged.

Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees alongside her and slipped his fingers between the lips of her pussy.

“Fucking hell, you’re wet, Ava. My god,” he moaned, lowering his mouth to her cunt.