Wrapping an arm around her, he covered one breast with a big palm – and rubbed.
She purred, the woman fuckin’ purred.
Logan didn’t have a chance.
“Jenna, what are we doing?” he groaned the words.
“Anything we want to.” She turned in his arms again, seeking his mouth, kissing him so hard and deep that she felt dizzy. He felt so good, Jenna opened his shirt and rubbed against him. “What I’ve been wanting to do for years.” Letting her lips slide down his neck, she kissed over his pec and took a bite, sinking her teeth into the muscle, nipping him playfully.
“Fuck, baby.” He was putty in her hands.
“Take me to bed, Logan.” Now, she was working on his belt buckle. “I need you so much.”
Reality blurred with fantasy. This is exactly what he wanted. This is what he’d imagined. When he lay in the bed alone, jacking off – this is what went through his mind. She was his fuckin’ fantasy. His wet-dream girl. Logan walked her backwards toward the bedroom. After a couple of steps, he just let out a curse and picked her up, sweeping out of the room and down the hall, kicking the door open. Striding to the king size bed, he gently laid her down. He couldn’t help but think of how often he’d picture her here – just like this. Jenna was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Tearing off his clothes, he threw pants to one side, socks and underwear to the other. For the first time, Jenna could see him, all of him. “You’re such a man,” she breathed, raising her hand to touch him. He was so beautiful, so big – so perfect.
When her hand enclosed his cock, Logan shuddered. “Damn, damn,” he ground the words out between clenched teeth. Please God, don’t let me embarrass myself.
“Come down here with me.” Jenna had step three to go and then – hopefully he’d want to take over. She had nothing to go on from there.
Obeying her command, he went down on one knee. Sipping from her lips, holding his body over hers, he allowed himself to realize that this was really happening. He was about to make love to the woman he worshiped, the woman he adored more than life. Jenna placed both hands on his chest and pushed. At first he thought she wanted up, but when he followed her direction, Logan found himself on his back. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making myself happy,” she confessed. Coming over him, Jenna straddled his big body.
Logan stared – and stared. Was he dreaming? Lifting a hand, he ran it from her throat, between those glorious tits, over her flat stomach to the treasure between her legs. “You’re bare. Why are you bare?”
Jenna laughed. “I’ve been planning on making love to you on my eighteenth birthday for a long time. I knew you had a problem with our ages and I wanted to wait until you had no excuse…” Her voice faded, then she continued. “I wanted to be ready.”
Logan was too far gone to argue. He was ready now.
Jenna raised her hips and settled on top of him. She didn’t take him inside, rather she fit her sex over the top of his cock as it lay flat against his stomach. Resting her palms on his chest, she shifted until the lips of her vulva enveloped the thick shaft of his cock – then she began to slide up and down. Every forward motion brought the flared head of his cock in contact with her clitoris. “Oh, God, Logan.”
Holy Merciful… Logan’s breath left his lungs in a rush. The woman was taking his breath away at every turn. How did she know to do these things? All he could do was cup her sweet ass and hang on as she got herself off, grinding against his cock. It felt good – so good, but he wanted deep inside of her more than he wanted to see tomorrow.
Closing her eyes, Jenna pleasured herself. “This is so much better than just me.” Taking his hands, she fit them over her breasts, wordlessly asking him to touch her.
As if he could resist? Logan gave her what she needed – tweaking, working, teasing and milking those
She purred, the woman fuckin’ purred.
Logan didn’t have a chance.
“Jenna, what are we doing?” he groaned the words.
“Anything we want to.” She turned in his arms again, seeking his mouth, kissing him so hard and deep that she felt dizzy. He felt so good, Jenna opened his shirt and rubbed against him. “What I’ve been wanting to do for years.” Letting her lips slide down his neck, she kissed over his pec and took a bite, sinking her teeth into the muscle, nipping him playfully.
“Fuck, baby.” He was putty in her hands.
“Take me to bed, Logan.” Now, she was working on his belt buckle. “I need you so much.”
Reality blurred with fantasy. This is exactly what he wanted. This is what he’d imagined. When he lay in the bed alone, jacking off – this is what went through his mind. She was his fuckin’ fantasy. His wet-dream girl. Logan walked her backwards toward the bedroom. After a couple of steps, he just let out a curse and picked her up, sweeping out of the room and down the hall, kicking the door open. Striding to the king size bed, he gently laid her down. He couldn’t help but think of how often he’d picture her here – just like this. Jenna was the most beautiful thing in the world.
Tearing off his clothes, he threw pants to one side, socks and underwear to the other. For the first time, Jenna could see him, all of him. “You’re such a man,” she breathed, raising her hand to touch him. He was so beautiful, so big – so perfect.
When her hand enclosed his cock, Logan shuddered. “Damn, damn,” he ground the words out between clenched teeth. Please God, don’t let me embarrass myself.
“Come down here with me.” Jenna had step three to go and then – hopefully he’d want to take over. She had nothing to go on from there.
Obeying her command, he went down on one knee. Sipping from her lips, holding his body over hers, he allowed himself to realize that this was really happening. He was about to make love to the woman he worshiped, the woman he adored more than life. Jenna placed both hands on his chest and pushed. At first he thought she wanted up, but when he followed her direction, Logan found himself on his back. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making myself happy,” she confessed. Coming over him, Jenna straddled his big body.
Logan stared – and stared. Was he dreaming? Lifting a hand, he ran it from her throat, between those glorious tits, over her flat stomach to the treasure between her legs. “You’re bare. Why are you bare?”
Jenna laughed. “I’ve been planning on making love to you on my eighteenth birthday for a long time. I knew you had a problem with our ages and I wanted to wait until you had no excuse…” Her voice faded, then she continued. “I wanted to be ready.”
Logan was too far gone to argue. He was ready now.
Jenna raised her hips and settled on top of him. She didn’t take him inside, rather she fit her sex over the top of his cock as it lay flat against his stomach. Resting her palms on his chest, she shifted until the lips of her vulva enveloped the thick shaft of his cock – then she began to slide up and down. Every forward motion brought the flared head of his cock in contact with her clitoris. “Oh, God, Logan.”
Holy Merciful… Logan’s breath left his lungs in a rush. The woman was taking his breath away at every turn. How did she know to do these things? All he could do was cup her sweet ass and hang on as she got herself off, grinding against his cock. It felt good – so good, but he wanted deep inside of her more than he wanted to see tomorrow.
Closing her eyes, Jenna pleasured herself. “This is so much better than just me.” Taking his hands, she fit them over her breasts, wordlessly asking him to touch her.
As if he could resist? Logan gave her what she needed – tweaking, working, teasing and milking those
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