Billionaire's Single Mom

He pulled out of my mouth, his sudden absence disappointing.

“I’ve dreamed about this,” he said, his breathing heavy. He caressed my cheek with his hand. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been surer about anything in my life,” I practically purred.

His hungry eyes stared at my body. Suddenly self-conscious, I covered my breasts with my arms.

Logan pulled them down. “No. I’ve wanted to see this. To see you.” He gently pushed me backward and walked forward, staring into my eyes.

I moved back until collapsing onto the bed. Logan stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at me, as he unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and then tossed it to the ground. His undershirt followed, then his pants and his underwear until he watched me, naked. His stiff cock demanded my attention.

“It’s been a while,” I murmured and then nibbled my lip. Excitement and nervousness swirled in me.

Logan knelt on the bed beside my legs. He trailed one hand up my legs. I was glad I’d shaved during my bath. I shivered at the touch.

Like I said, it’d been a while since I’d had sex, and an even longer time since anyone had raked me with their eyes like Logan. His hand stopped at a thigh, caressing the skin there softly.

“We’re going to get you good and ready,” Logan said, his voice dangerously low. “You deserve it, you beautiful woman.”

His hand moved forward, and he ran a finger through my folds. My toes curled, and a spike of pleasure rocked my center. Sure, I took care of myself when I needed, but there was nothing like the touch of someone else.

I bit my lip. “Is it true? Did you actually dream about it? About me?”

“I’ve wanted you since that kiss,” he said. “Thought about seeing these great breasts. Tasting them. Teasing them. I held back because I didn’t know what you wanted. I didn’t want to hurt you like that bastard had.”

“I want this,” I said. “I want you, Logan.”

Logan crawled up the bed and lowered his mouth to my breast, swirling his tongue around one of my hardened nipples. I let out a quiet moan as pleasure shot through my body.

He kept his other hand near my pussy, his thumb brushing my folds as his fingers circled and teased my clit. A delicious pressure continued to build in my center.

I arched my back, forcing more of my breast into his mouth. He lapped and sucked at my nipple as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted. His other hand continued its work below. My juices now coated his slick fingers.

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Logan pushed a finger into my tight channel. A loud moan ripped from my mouth. He slowly pulled out and then pushed into me again. After a few more times, he added a second finger, and then a third, stretching my tight pussy. His thumb bumped my clit with each thrust, sending more jolts of pleasure through me.

At the same time, Logan kept his attention on my breast, nipping my breast and flicking his tongue over my hardened peak. He switched breasts while he sped up his thrusts into me.

Pleasure seeped from my center to the rest of my body. My insides twitched, and my release threatened to explode any second. My loud moans filled the air.

An orgasm ripped through my body, and my moan turned to a scream. My insides tightened around Logan’s finger, trying to milk cum that wasn’t there. His mouth remained on my breast. The wave blasted through my body, emptying my head of anything but the pleasure Logan delivered me. I closed my eyes.

Several long moments passed until I realized Logan’s fingers had slipped from my body. The bed squeaked, and Logan’s mouth left my breast. A few seconds passed, and then I felt his warm hands on my legs. The faint sound of ripping caught my attention. My eyes snapped open.

Logan put my legs under his shoulders, his cock positioned just over my wet pussy. He grinned down at me as he rolled a condom over his manhood.

“I could watch you cum all day,” he said, “but I can’t wait any longer.”

I smiled back, my head still fuzzy from my wonderful orgasm.

His tip brushed my folds for a few seconds, and I let out a quiet moan. He pushed in, stretching me. A few fingers inside me just wasn’t the same as his manhood, especially in my tight channel.

I sucked in a breath.

“Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Just go slow.”