Page 44 of Target Me
Logan smirked and blew out the flame, bringing the bottom of the pillar to my lips.
“Suck, hen. Get it wet.”
I opened my mouth and ran my tongue over the hard length. It tasted vaguely like soap, but the base was thin and quite easy to take deep into my throat.
“Just like that. Fuck, hen. That mouth.”
Putting the candle aside, Logan gripped me by the armpits and slid me to the end of the table, so my head hung over the edge at hip height. Unzipping his pants, he brought his tip to my lips, and I eagerly sucked him into my mouth, groaning as the salty taste of his precum hit my tongue.
“Bend your knees and drop them out to the side for me, hen. Nice and wide, now.”
He gripped the back of my thighs, encouraging me wider as I nosed at his scrotum, enjoying the masculine scent of him.
“Good girl. I’m going to fuck you with this candle. If you need me to stop, knock twice on the table.”
I groaned, understanding, enjoying the shiver it elicited from him. He was dominating my body, but I was still in control.
Logan shifted forward, burying his cock farther in my throat as something hard brushed over my clit. I lifted my hips, chasing the feeling as he worked his cock in and out of my throat in long strokes that gave me just enough time to breathe in between thrusts.
The candle moved over my clit again before circling my entrance and pushing in slowly. Though narrow, it was long, and once fully seated, Logan started pumping the candle in tandem with his hips.
“Fuck, hen. You feel so good. Your mouth is perfection.”
I groaned, absorbing every word of praise as my body started to coil tighter.
Logan stretched his body over mine, blanketing me in his bulk in a way that could have been suffocating to someone else, but not to me. He sealed his mouth over my clit and sucked hard, pumping the candle into me with deliberate force.
“Come for me, hen. I need you to soak this. Come now.”
Choking on his cock, I screamed as my release hit me. The lack of oxygen heightened the experience, my heart hammering as my lungs burned for air. I could have knocked, but I trusted Logan. As my head began to spin from a heavy dose of endorphins, Logan backed off, letting me suck in mouthfuls of air as my orgasm faded.
“Good girl. Take a minute. You did so well. Look at you.”
I grinned, spittle running up my face as my head hung loose. After a few more moments, I locked eyes with him and opened my mouth, ready to take him again.
“Already? Jesus, hen. You undo me. You did so well. I’m going to reward you now.”
He slid back into my mouth, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the slide of his velvety skin over my tongue. I loved sucking cock, but something about Logan’s length comforted me more than anything I’d tasted before. Maybe it made me a freak, but Logan didn’t seem to have a problem with it, so neither would I. For as long as this lasted, I’d take every chance I could get to suck him off.
Logan must have picked up the candle again. I felt the smooth length rub up and down my slit, dipping into my pussy before moving farther down. Sliding a hand beneath my hips, Logan lifted me, opening me up so he could press the tip of the candle to my back entrance.
“You have no idea how much I want to fuck you here. I’m going to buy some lube tomorrow so we can. For now, I’m going to use a candle to do it while I eat you until you scream for me again.”
Pushing in slowly, he breached the first ring of muscle, and I groaned at the stretch. Folding over me again, Logan sucked and licked at my pussy as he continued to push the candle until it was all the way in. The stretch in my muscles sent small shivers through my body, and I lifted my hips, wanting more, wanting everything. Logan chuckled, lazily circling the candle inside me as he pushed two fingers into my pussy.
“Greedy little girl. You want more? Fuck, I can tell you like it. You’re gripping my fingers so tight. Will you grip my cock the same way tomorrow?”
I groaned, nuzzling at his balls, wanting to take all of him.
“Such a good girl. I’m going to fuck your throat now. Remember, knock if it’s too much.”
I hummed, gripping the candle as he let loose, hooking two fingers inside me as he planted his other hand on the table and drove into me with barely restrained violence. I struggled to keep my mouth wide enough, my jaw aching as I tried to keep my teeth clear of his dick, but he didn’t seem to mind. His focus was on where his fingers dipped in and out of me. My neck cramped, but the next second, he moved his free hand to cradle my head, adjusting the angle and relieving the pressure on my spine. His grip on me tightened, and then my mouth flooded with his cum. I swallowed again and again, but still it spilled from the corners, running into my ears and across my face as though he were marking me as his.
God, I wanted to be his.
His cock twitched once more, and he pulled out of my mouth, encouraging me onto hands and knees, facing away from him.
“You look so beautiful with this inside you. I’m going to have to buy you a proper plug to wear. Would you like that, hen?” he asked, tweaking the candle and making me shudder as my nerve endings danced.
