Page 26 of 14 Night Tryst

I take back my previous statement, this is going to be absolute torture.

The thought alone of watching her riding my cock, those perky c-cup tits bouncing in my face, her gorgeous hips rocking against mine just begging to be grabbed hold of while I thrust up into her is already maddening me.

When I lean in to kiss her, she pulls away just before my lips touch hers. Shaking her head, she smiles wickedly. “Those are not the lips you’re permitted to kiss, Mr. Peirce.”

Damn, I feel like a child at the door of a closed candy store, eagerly waiting for it to open so I can dive right in. “Get up here.” Savi gestures for me to get on the bed and I move so fast I’m sure I left my organs behind. Laying down on my back my eyes hungrily feast on her naked body while she sensually crawls up over me stopping to lick up my shaft and flick her tongue against the piercing on my frenum. My body judders in response. My hips impulsively rise, and I rub the crown of my cock against her tongue, wordlessly requesting more of that staggering sensation that ripples through me. She doesn’t disappoint, her lips wrap around the head, and I push up into her mouth with a guttural growl until I hit the back of her throat and I swear to all that is holy when she hollows her cheeks and draws up slow, she sucks my very soul out.

“Fuck, Savannah,” I pant, losing every morsel of breath I have in my lungs.

“Only my parents call me that, but I love the way you say my name,” she purrs crawling up my body. My hands curl to tight fists at my side to keep myself from reaching up and grabbing her hips. My eyes observe her fixedly as she mounts my head. The delectable smell of her surrounds me again and I impatiently wait for her to lower herself down so I can indulge.

At first, she starts by teasing me, brushing her pussy lips against my mouth and moving away when I part my lips to suck on her wet folds. After the third time I pin her with a firm look and she grins. “What?” she says, rubbing her pussy over my lips again, “Are you getting frustrated, Mr. Peirce?”

“Give me that fucking pussy, Savannah.” I growl.

Savi giggles, biting her lip impishly. “Ask me nicely and I might consider it. Beg me.”

I inhale a deep breath to smother the primal urge to grab her hips and bury my face into her cunt and eat like a man that’s been left to starve. “Please baby, use me, let me make you feel good.” I rasp, licking my lips raveningly. “I want you to drown me in your cum.”

“Good boy, that’s more like it.” She praises, lowering herself down onto my face. With a satisfied groan I don’t waste a second and dive right in. My tongue glides through her wet folds and it’s immediately saturated with her honey. That first lick feels like the best form of sugar rush. Savi’s eyes close and her head falls back when I flick my tongue over her clit. The sexy moans emanating from her and the fact I can’t touch her while she rocks herself against my mouth is driving me insane.

Usually, I’ll grab her hips or play with her nipples until she’s a whimpering mess and the fact I can only stare up at them all hard and teasing is punishing. As if sensing my thoughts, she grabs handfuls of her tits and tweaks her nipples. I feel her shudder against me and the breathy whimper almost has me blowing my load.

Yes, that’s my fucking girl.

“Oh, God, Logan, yesss.” Savi moans, leaning over to hold the headboard as she gradually increases the rhythm of her hips as she nears her climax. Much to my dismay and absolute pleasure she comes hard, and she comes fast when I suck her clit and flick my tongue over again and again until her thighs tighten around my head, and they start to tremble. “I’m coming, oh you’re going to make me cum.”

Humming against her, I match the rhythm of her hips as she rubs herself to orgasm against my tongue. I’ll never get enough of watching her climax, it’s the most enchantingly erotic sight I’ve ever seen, and I’ll be taking this imagery with me when this whole thing comes to an end because I’ll need it when I’m alone in my bed and ferociously fucking my fist at night to the very thought of her.

Jesus, I can quite literally nut just watching her orgasm. She’s so goddamn beautiful. Her cunt is the passport to heaven.

While Savi is climaxing, my cock is pulsing perilously as I air hump unable to keep still as I observe her coming apart on top of me.

She’s intoxicating and I don’t know how I’m going to find the strength to ever walk away from her.

I’ve not sleptfor longer than eight hours in two days and I’m oddly energetic—yet exhausted all at the same time.

My eyes are stinging, and my body is aching like I’ve gone ten rounds with Tyson.

After my drunken, yetvery boldspectacle last night, Logan and I passed out on top of each other around five this morning. I can’t tell you what came over me, but I felt empowered and so sexy dominating him like that. I didn’t even know I had it in me to pull off something like that, and he didn’t seem to mind it at all. Unlike his son, Logan is anything but a lazy lover. Perhaps the pear does fall far from the tree in this case, because Trent aside from his good looks doesn’t share many of his father’s traits. Logan is everything a man should aspire to be, and Trent is in every sense of the word an immature boy with no aspirations whatsoever.

I love the primal look of Logan when he’s all sexually frustrated.

Hearing him begging to touch me toward the end though was a whole other ball game. I’m proud of myself for not giving in, even though I was dying to feel his strong hands on me. My body warms when I think back to last night and the passion burning between us.

“What were you like when you were eighteen?” Resting my chin on his strapping chest I question curiously when he pulls me against him while we lay in bed too lazy to move after waking fifteen minutes ago. Logan combs his fingers through my hair and a boyish smile appears on his face.

“Like any eighteen-year-old boy I suppose, out boozing with friends, playing basketball, sleeping around and breaking hearts of pretty much every girl throughout high school.” I gape at him in shock, and he chuckles. “What?”

“Wow, so you were a typical jock, then?” Logan grins caressing my jaw with his thumb while he stares into my eyes.

“I was a bit of bad boy back then, yes. Until I met April in college, and she got pregnant and life as I knew it came to a crumbling halt and I had to get my shit together and grow up pretty damn fast.” Logan explains. There’s a pensive look in his grey eyes while he harks back to his youth.

“If you could go back and do it all over again, would you do anything differently?” I probe. Logan sighs, his brows fusing while he thinks about his answer.

“Honestly? I don’t know.” He sighs, all playfulness suddenly vanishes from his demeanor. “If Trent wasn’t born my life would have likely been very different. I wouldn’t have given up my dreams of becoming a pro basketball player. I wouldn’t have wasted nineteen years of my life with a woman I couldn’t stomach to be around a little more each day. The more I loathed her, the more she drove me away from home and robbed me of the time I should have had with my son.”

I want to kiss away the sudden crestfallen look that surfaces on that gorgeous face. “Why did you wait so long before you divorced her if you were that miserable?” Logan remains quiet for a moment and idly rakes his fingers up and down my bare back.

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