“Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?” he chuckles, looking at me with the expression of a man who isn’t satisfied yet.
“I am,” I whisper, my eyes falling down to his cock. His twelve inches are glistening, my fluids covering his length, and I suddenly feel irresistibly attracted to it. Cupping his balls with one hand, I lean in and open my mouth wide, taking his cock into my mouth all at once. I wrap my lips tight around the base of his cock and then roll them back, taking my own fluids into my mouth, tasting my own wetness.
“Well, well… you’re a wicked one, aren’t ya?” he asks me, but I don’t even need to answer him. I just lock my eyes on his, and he reads the expression on my face.
“More,” I merely say, the word falling out of my lips like a brick. He attacks me like a hungry tiger; his hands go to my waist and he turns me around fast, forcing me to lay down on the mattress, my back turned to him and my breasts pinned between me and the mattress.
I grasp at the sheets and, gritting my teeth, I prepare for what’s coming. He lays his body on top of mine, and then I feel the tip of his cock sliding down the length of my ass crack until it’s nestled between my inner thighs and brushing against my pussy lips.
This time I don’t need to say a thing; he thrusts immediately, driving all of his inches inside of me in one single movement of his hips. Without wasting a single second, he starts rocking his hips fast; his cock slides in and out of me at a furious pace, and that’s all it takes for me to feel that pressure building once more. Yup, that’s right—just a few thrusts and I’m almost ready to come again.
But, then again, should I even be surprised? Guys like Logan are on a completely different league; they don’t play the same rules the other mortals do. In a way, guys like Logan and Anders are Gods walking among their lesser counterparts. And do you know who’s the lucky girl who has two Gods fighting for her attention? Yeah, that’d be me.
“Fuck, Logan, that’s so … so good,” I moan against the sheets, biting down on them as my body rocks back and forth, matching the pace of his thrusts.
“Yeah, it is,” he groans, and I can hear in the tone of his voice that he’s grinning wildly. No wonder, though, a man that fucks like this must do it with a grin on his face all the time.
“OH, FUCK!” I shout, even surprising myself as my scream erupts in my mouth. I bite on the sheets as I thrust back against Logan, impaling my pussy on his cock. Pleasure erupts through me, making my blood boil as if I were standing inside a furnace. “FUCK!” I can’t help but shout again, and I don’t even know if my heart is racing, or it has stopped altogether.
“Fuck? That’s exactly what we’re doing, babe,” Logan whispers, sliding his cock out of me. Instead of letting me catch my breath, he just hooks his fingers on my hips and pulls me up, making me go on all fours. Then he presses the tip of his cock against my pussy once again; keeping me in place, he drives his cock inside me with one brutish movement.
I open my mouth to shout again, but my throat is spent from the effort I just did that all that escapes from between my lips is a weak whimper. That whimper turns into a moan as Logan takes his thumbs to my ass and starts caressing my crack; his fingers go up and down the length of my crack, and then he presses one down against my asshole.
Thrusting hard, he starts rubbing my hole with his index finger; then, without a single warning, he just slides deep into me. My eyes roll in their orbits as I feel his finger inside my ass, and I grit my teeth while I bunch up the sheets with my hands, my fingers turning into claws.
“So good…” I half-purr, half-moan, my eyelids so heavy that they feel like they’re made out of concrete.
“So fucking good, yeah…” he groans, pistoning his cock into me as if he has just entered into a trance. Matching his rhythm, I start swaying my body, and I feel my skin prickling as the sound of my ass cheeks slapping against his thighs reach my eardrums. I keep my eyes closed as we fuck, only focusing on the way he pleasures my ass with his finger and my pussy with his cock.
Before I even know it, that sweet pressure is building up inside of me again, my pussy tightening around his cock like a vice. “Don’t… DON’T STOP!” I shout at the top of my lungs and, as if my words had a magical effect, I feel his cock throbbing hard against my insides.
I come again in a flash, my mind going blank just for a fraction of a second. It’s as if there’s a storm inside my skull, one made of wind, thunder, and lightning. One so vicious that it simply can’t be tamed. And that’s exactly the way I like it.
“I’m gonna cum, Lana,” I hear Logan groan, and that sets off something inside of me. Before I can even think of what I’m doing, I let myself fall forward on the mattress, and then I turn around fast. Lying down in front of him, my head level with his cock, I reach for him with my lips.
I take all of his inches inside of me and, using both my hands and mouth to stroke him, I drive him to the edge of climax and throw him off it. In the blink of an eye, his cock starts pulsing almost too violently against my tongue, and then I feel his warm seed flooding my mouth.
He fills me up in an instant, and it doesn’t even take a second for his cum to start dripping out of my mouth and down my chin. I keep my lips wrapped around his cock as he cums, trying to take as much as I can and not caring one bit about the thick strands escaping from between my lips.
“Jesus fuck,” he groans with a hoarse voice, tangling his fingers in my hair as he cums. When his cock gives its dying spasms against my tongue, he holds still for a few seconds and only then starts to slide his cock out. “Show me…” he whispers, placing two fingers under my chin and forcing me to look up at him. “I want to see it…”
Obliging, I smile at him and then open my mouth wide, showing him the mess his seed caused inside my mouth. Then, without him needing me to tell me what to do, I close my mouth and just swallow, the raw taste of his semen burning its way down my throat.
“Nice girl,” he smiles at me, and I kneel in front of him. Brushing my thumb over my lips, I pick a stray lock of cum that hangs there; then, without a moment’s hesitation, I take my finger to his mouth. I part his lips with my thumb and, sliding it inside his mouth, allow Logan to suck on it and his own cum.
“Nice boy,” I shoot back with a chuckle, finally throwing myself on my back. There’s an exhausted smile on my lips, but my heart's content.
First Anders, now Logan. Even if I never publish The Virgin Market, I’m already happy I’ve sat down to write it. Because, if there’s something better than royalties, it’s gotta be twenty-four inches of pure pleasure.
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Naughty Angel Newsletter
This? Or That?
So today’s NL is dedicated to a very special newbie author who we have here at Naughty Angel Publishing. Her name is Lana Hartley and you’ve seen her mentioned prolly a few
times. She doesn’t have an Angel last name yet, we still call her Lana Hartley, but that’s only because she hasn’t published anything yet. But already, she’s taken the office by storm with just the shit that goes on around her.