Page 79 of The Star

“Oh my God.” I moan at the dual sensations, my hands grabbing the blankets tight.

He keeps a steady pace, fucking me with his cock and his finger. My orgasm creeps up on me, making me scream into the blankets under my face. He moves his hips faster, giving my climax more length as my pussy tries to swallow him whole.

“Oh, fuck, Logan.Jesus Christ.” He thrusts his finger in my ass, throwing his head back as my orgasm continues. “You’re going to fucking kill me.”

I’m the one that feels like I’m going to cease to exist, though, my body shaking and convulsing through the best, most excruciatingly powerful orgasm of my life.

When it finally subsides, I collapse onto the bed, his cock and finger slipping from inside of me.

He leans over me, kissing along my spine and making goosebumps pop up on every inch of my skin.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against my skin, making me smile into the sheet that’s suffocating me. Turning my head, I look at him and grin.

“Move over,” I command him, and when he slides off of me to sit up against the headboard next to me, I throw my leg over him and straddle his thighs.

He watches me with a heated gaze, and when I slide my hand along his soaking shaft, he groans.

Running my fist up and down him, I keep my gaze on his, and even though exhaustion is claiming my body, the need for his release is stronger.

“I want to feel you come inside of me so bad,” I say, slipping my tongue from my mouth to lick my lips.

“Ride me, then,” he answers, his eyes flicking to where I’m still rubbing his cock.

I move up his legs, positioning myself at his hips as I put his cock at my entrance. I sit down slowly, letting him fill me again, my head falling back in pleasured bliss.

His hands stroke up my back as he moans, his fingers squeezing the flesh of my hips as I start moving on top of him. The fire reignites inside of me as I grind on top of him, his dick hitting me deep inside.

I moan, wrapping my hands around his neck as I ride him. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

He leans forward, capturing my mouth with his as his hips start bucking up into me.

He pulls back. “Youfeel so fucking good, Logan.” He groans. “So fucking tight and perfect, like your pussy was made just for me.”

His words have me moving faster, thirsty and needy for his cum like it’s the only thing in the world that matters.

He grabs my hips tighter, moving me back and forth faster on top of him as he grunts and huffs. “Fuck – Logan, I’m gonna come.”

I drop my head back a little. “God,yes.Fill me with your cum, Carson, I need it so bad.”

I grind down on him, tightening the inner walls of my pussy as I bounce and thrust, my hands squeezing his throat as he starts to explode inside of me. His head knocks back against the headboard, but I go with him, tightening my hold on his neck as I continue to ride him.

I keep his gaze, even as he’s bucking so hard underneath me that my body shakes, making sure he sees exactly who’s pulling the pleasure from his body.

When his hips start to slow, I squeeze the muscles inside of me again, making him groan loud as I let go of his throat. His chest heaves. “Fucking shit, baby.”

I grin, leaning forward to kiss his lips as I wrap my arms around his head. His tongue slips into my mouth, stroking against mine slowly as we kiss and breathe heavily.

After a moment, he pulls back to look at me. “That was better than I could have ever fucking imagined.”

I nod, sliding onto the bed next to him and curling myself toward him. He moves down too, laying his face in front of mine to stare into my eyes. We sit in silence, staring at each other in a haze and running our hands all over each other’s bodies. After a while, I kiss his lips lightly. “I really like fucking you.”

He smirks, threading his fingers into my hair. “I really fucking likeyou.”

I kiss him again, then pull his hands from my hair and start to slip from the bed. When he grabs my hand and tries to pull me back to him, I laugh. “Your jizz is dripping out of me, can I clean up?”

Laughing, he rubs his hands down his face. “You’re nasty.”

I slip from the bed to run to the bathroom, yelling back at him. “You’re the one that put it there!”

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