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And there it is. The reason I will never be able to fuck another man ever again, or why it won’t be as good if I do. Because of words like that.
I mean, what in the heck? And to think I was going to just drive home until I saw the neon sign showing the bar was still open.
I do as he asks, my ass still stinging from his touch. I rest my hands on his shoulders as I bounce up and down, and that’s when he grips my hips tighter, stilling. He’s buried so deep I can’t even breathe. His mouth finds my tits and he licks, sucks, and plucks until I’m a squirming mess on top of him. And he won’t let me move. He won’t let me come as one hand still grips me, and the other holds one breast to his mouth.
This man is too much, but my body is alight with desire like I’ve never had before.
“Fuck, Payden,” he murmurs. “These tits will be the death of me.”
“I thought—I mean, I figured you’d be a big tits kinda guy.”
He snorts. “Nuh, uh. These babies were made for my enjoyment only.”
I have no freaking clue what that’s meant to mean, but I’m digging how his tongue swirls around my nipple before he gently tugs it.
With my hands in his hair, I try to move, and his eyes meet mine as he looks up at me.
“Please?” I garble. “Logan, please let me come.”
Even with a mouthful of tit, I see the smirk. He releases me with a loud pop. “I thought I was an old man who couldn’t get it up?”
“I never said you couldn’t get it up,” I huff. “Clearly.” I motion between us. “I said I’d give you a minute.”
“If your ass moved as quick as that mouth, you’d be enjoying more orgasms than you could count.”
“Ha! Says you, who wouldn’t let me come a second ago. Talk about mixed signals.”
“It’s for a reason, Payd. When I let you come next, it’s gonna be more intense. Orgasm denial heightens pleasure when you’re finally allowed to release.”
Payd. Oh, boy, I’m screwed.
“Allowed? Wow, those are big words.” I smirk as I move again, up and down, up and down. He cups my tits, watching me with intense eyes.
“Nope, just know what your body needs, Angel. Take it, take all of me.”
He’s right, I haven’t sunk all the way down because, frankly, he’s fucking huge. But when I do, his guttural groan almost splits me in two.
“So big.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “So full.”
“Ride it, baby, hard.”
I rise up and down, our pace increasing as he pushes my body to the max, and I’m coming, calling his name on a long moan of desire as he starts to jut his hips, his hand reaching between my legs. One orgasm turns into two as he pinches my clit, and I’m in orbit. I fucking squirt.
Oh, my god. I make a wild sound, but my orgasm goes on and on, and then he’s calling my name in one violent shout, stilling as he spills into me.
We’re both a panting, sweaty, exhausted mess. I cling to him, my head resting on his shoulder as our bodies try to calm down after the overexertion.
“That was so hot,” he tells me, and a thrill goes through me at his praise. I made him come twice, and he’s breathing like he just ran a marathon.
“I always knew you were a dark horse.”
His chest rumbles. “I don’t know about that, but I’m glad you stopped by.”
I press my lips to his neck, wanting more contact, needing to taste his skin.
He lets me, though I don’t get anywhere close to his mouth. I suck on his neck, leaving my own mark since he gave me his earlier, and he growls as I do it, not once pushing me off.
“Fuck.”
