Her breath hitches as I imagine her staring down at the mammoth dick in her hand. I’m not exaggerating either. I’ve even had some chicks complain about how big I am.
“Hot damn, someone is packing,” she murmurs in a low voice.
My breath gets lodged in my chest when her mouth suddenly wraps around my dick. Holy shit. I’m assaulted by a wave of pleasure that leaves me almost immobilized. I soon come to, and as her tongue circles along the head of my dick, I can’t hold back any longer. Taking Ally by the hips, I force her down on me and go to town on making this the best sixty-nine I’ve ever had.
I eat her out hard and fast, and her hips meet me for every lick and thrust of my tongue while she gorges on my cock, taking me as deep as she can. I’m grunting against her pussy like a madman, and every time she moans, it sends vibrations along my dick and straight to my balls, almost making me lose my goddamn mind.
The closer I get, the more hard-core I become, and the closer Ally gets, the faster she fucks my face. We’re in a frenzy, trying to outdo the other with our pleasure. It’s hot and sexy as fuck. My tongue flicks and thrashes against her swollen clit. When I push two digits inside her tight, drenched pussy and finger-fuck her hard, my tongue never easing over her clit, her pussy walls begin to clench. A second later, Ally lets out a muffled scream around my dick while her hips tremble. The pulsations at the back of her throat as she hums through her climax do crazy things to my dick, and as tingles shoot up along my spine and my balls tighten in response, I know I’m close to blowing my load.
Holy fuck. Shit. Fuck.
I’m breathing hard against her trembling pussy as she comes all over my face. I expect her to slow down while her entire body convulses from her orgasm, but she doesn’t. If anything, she goes harder, faster, sucking my cock to the back of her throat. The only time she slows down and stops is when she climbs off me and kneels before me. Then, without a single breath, her mouth is back on me, her hand jerking me off, and all the while, her eyes stay locked on mine.
I gather a handful of her hair and gently tug at the strands as my hips move of their own accord, chasing the climax I feel might just fucking kill me.
My chest heaves with exertion, my heart thrashing against my rib cage.
“Uh, baby…I’m gonna come,” I warn her while my entire body turns rigid, my toes beginning to curl in my sneakers, my hand pulling at her hair just a little bit harder.
Instead of moving away like most chicks do and jerking me off until I come all over her tits, Ally just ignores me and continues to suck my cock like a motherfucking porn star. I come so hard inside that filthy mouth of hers that I’m worried she has now ruined me for any other woman because, damn, it’s never been like that before.
That was out of this world.
But who am I kidding? She ruined me for all women the second she came into my life. But now that I’ve had a taste of her, now that I can smell her scent on my lips, I know I need more…and I know she’s it for me.
I watch her under my hooded gaze as she pulls away and wipes along the corner of her lips. Her eyes look down to my dick that’s still throbbing after that immense blow job.
“You weren’t lying, huh?” Her eyes flicker back to mine with mischief.
Still trying to keep my heart rate under control, I take a deep breath before saying, “I never lie.”
We both jolt when a knock comes from the front door, and I quickly get to work on fastening my jeans while Ally hurriedly puts her yoga pants back on.
“Hey, sorry to disturb you both,” comes the holler through the door. It’s Ally’s dad. “But your mom’s ordered way too much pizza. If you’re hungry, come and join us.”
“Thanks, Dad,” Ally shouts back as she stands, throwing her hair into a messy bun with a hair tie that miraculously appeared from her wrist.
When we hear his retreating footsteps, Ally glances over to me. “You hungry?”
As much as I want to respond and say, Yes, for you, I refrain because I actually am really hungry. “Starving,” I reply instead.
She tilts her head in the direction of the bathroom. She points her finger to her face in a circular motion, smirking. “Um, you better go wash up.”
I match her smile as I stand. “Sure thing.”
Once I’ve washed my face and swirled my mouth with a little mouthwash I found in the cupboard, we leave the cabin and head in the direction of the house. As we enter the kitchen, my stomach grumbles at the smell of greasy pizza. Then, my eyes widen a little when I see four pizza boxes stacked on top of each other on the kitchen table.
“Jeez, Mom, did you order enough pizza?” Ally asks as we join her mom and dad. “You have enough to feed an army.”
“I might have gone a little trigger-happy with my purchase online.”
“You can say that again.” Ally laughs as she takes a seat beside her mom and wastes no time in grabbing a slice of pizza.
I’m guessing an evening of ripping her ex a new one and performing one hell of a sixty-nine really gives you quite the appetite.
“Well, rest assured, Mrs. Bennett, I’m happy to eat a full pizza,” I say jokingly as I take a seat beside Dave.
“Enough of the Mrs. Bennett. It’s Lydia, and eat as much pizza as you want, darling.”
“Thank you.” I help myself to a slice and begin to eat.
A few seconds later, Lydia turns to Ally and says, “You feeling any better, sweetheart?”
Ally’s eyes dart to mine, and she smiles around her pizza. “Yeah, I do. Logan helped put things into perspective.”
“What, that Freddie is a dickhead?” Dave pipes up.
Ally flicks a glare my way before refocusing on her dad. “Not you, too. It’s Eddie, and yeah, pretty much.” Her gaze slides back over to me. “He made me realize there are much better and bigger fish in the sea.”
I throw her a wink as I take another bite of food.
“Freddie, Eddie, whatever. He was no good for my baby girl. He had no balls. You need someone with balls.”
“Amen to that,” I preach and high-five Dave.
“You should date someone like Logan. You have balls, right?” he asks just as I swallow.
I choke, causing the pizza to go down the wrong pipe. I drop my pizza to the plate and slam my fist against my chest a few times.
“Of course you have balls. You’re a cop,” he answers for me while my throat constricts with a cough.
I didn’t even realize Lydia had left the table until a glass of water appears in front of me.
“There you go, honey.”
“Thanks,” I barely choke out before taking a few sips.
“Dad, can we not talk about balls at the kitchen table, please?” she says with a lightness to her voice, rolling those pretty eyes of hers.
“If I want grandbabies eventually, someone with balls would be ideal.”
This time, I almost spit out my drink. I glance at him with awe, wondering where the hell this man has been all my life.
“You can’t say that. It’s not even politically correct,” Lydia says.
Dave rolls his eyes this time. “Yeah, but it’s anatomically correct. You need the right equipment to make a baby.”
Ally snorts as she peels off a piece of pepperoni from her pizza. All the while, I’m still trying to dislodge the pizza from the back of my throat.
“You are being ridiculous right now, Dad,” Ally says.
“Look, we’ve come off topic. What I’m trying to say is, you deserve better than Eddie. You need someone like Logan, someone who will love you and protect you.” He slides his gaze to me. “I might have only met you twice, Logan, but both times, you’ve had my daughter’s interest at heart, and that, my son, is someone worthy of my daughter.”
Ally lets out a bratty sigh. “Oh my God, I only came in here for pizza, not to be pawned off to the next random guy.”
“I’m hardly random,” I pipe up, happy to have my ability to speak back as I pick my pizza up.
/> “But you’re smiling,” Dave tells his daughter. “And I have to say, I haven’t seen you this happy in a long time. And I’m guessing Logan is the reason for that, considering not even an hour ago, you were in tears.”
“Like I said, Logan helped put things into perspective. We’re just friends. Now, can we stop dissecting my love life and the size of Logan’s balls and just eat?”
“Yes, of course. I’m sorry,” he says in a way that screams he’s anything but sorry.
We continue to eat in silence until Ally and her mom start talking about some romance movie that’s coming out soon.
Dave leans into me and whispers, “I don’t know what the hell you said to her or did outside, but keep it up.”
I just about refrain from choking on my pizza again. Jesus, is he trying to kill me?
He unknowingly just gave me permission to continue pleasuring his daughter. Which I will do…because, damn, that was the best head of my life, and frankly, I’m already craving another taste of her.
Dude, stop thinking about Ally’s pussy while talking to her dad.
Shaking my head of everything inappropriate, I look straight at Ally, who is laughing at something her mom said. “Sure thing, sir.”
“This is where both the ceremony and wedding reception will take place,” the wedding planner explains as she leads us through a pristine ballroom.
It has high ceilings and plush gold carpeting. Though that’s all I notice. I’m a little preoccupied with Ally’s ass right now, and I have been since the wedding planner started showing us around the hotel, where Nate and Remi will be getting married. She’s wearing these tight-fitted jeans that show her derriere in the best way possible. Tight, curvy, and so fucking sexy.
I know I should pay more attention, but after last Friday, after tasting Ally’s pussy, I’m even more obsessed with her. Today is the first day I’ve seen her in over a week, and she’s playing hard to get with her scowls and pretending like she hates me again. It’s okay; she can pretend all she wants, but we both know the truth, and she definitely didn’t hate me when she was sucking my cock like she was indulging on a lollipop from the candy shop.
Ally suddenly spins around to face me, and I glance up to her face in time to see her narrow her gaze on me.
“Are you even paying attention?” she whisper-shouts.
“Yes.” Paying attention to your ass.
Almost like she can hear my inner thoughts, she rolls her eyes. She clicks her fingers in front of me and points to our surroundings. “Then, look alive. I can feel your stare searing into my ass,” she says in the lowest voice possible, obviously not wanting Nate and Remi, who are just a few feet in front of us, to hear.
I can only waggle my brows, and she huffs with irritation before focusing on the wedding planner. We’ve all come to a stop to admire a sheer curtain with twinkly lights that I assume will be the end of the aisle. It’s hard to tell because the room isn’t set up.
As Remi asks the wedding planner a question, I sidle up to Ally’s side and inch my mouth to her ear. “You know, I can still taste you.”
I hear her inhale of breath, and she whips her head to me, flashing me a worried glare.
“Logan!” she hisses.
“What? I’m just being honest,” I tell her with a charming smile, one I know she finds irresistible even though she doesn’t like to admit it.
“Now is not the time and place.”
“Well, neither was inside your parents’ backyard cabin, but I still ate your pussy out.”
She abruptly starts choking on a cough, and all attention is on Ally and me.
“You okay?” Remi asks, looking between us with squinting eyes, suspicious.
I gently tap Ally on her back, and though her eyes are watering, her coughs die down.
“Yep. Fine. Just had a tickly cough,” she says.
As soon as Remi refocuses her attention elsewhere, Ally throws me a side-glare before threatening me with a cut-throating sign with her hand along her neck. I just laugh under my breath and hold my hands up in defense, telling her with no words that I’ll leave her alone. For now.
The wedding planner describes to us how everything will look as she continues to show us around. After a walk through the private gardens and a visit to the bar, we come full circle, back in the lobby.
“Now, if you’d like to follow me to the restaurant, we can get started with the menu testing.”
“Hey, guys, I’ll follow you in. I just need to use the restroom,” Ally says, beginning to walk a few feet backward.
“Okay, see you in a few,” Remi replies.
“I need the restroom, too,” I say, pointing in the direction Ally just went. “I’ll catch up with you in a minute.”
Both Remi and Nate just nod before they enter the restaurant. As I make my way to the restrooms and turn the corner, I see Ally slip inside. Not actually needing the toilet, I sidestep the men’s and peek my head into the ladies’ instead. When I see the coast is clear and only one stall is being used, I step inside. My eyes scope over the door, and the second I see the lock, I click it in place and then lean against the door, waiting for Ally to finish. A few moments later, I hear the sound of the flush, and then she walks out of the stall. She startles as she spots me.
“Shit, you made me jump!” she exclaims, her hand covering her heart, her breathing a little uneven.
Her eyes narrow as she heads to the sink, and I stalk over to her while she washes her hands.
“You know this is the ladies’ restroom, right?”
“Oh, I’m fully aware of where I am,” I say, my words filled with pure arrogance as I step up behind her. My hands come to a rest on her hips.
“Then, why are you here?”
I lean forward until my breath lingers along her ear, and I physically feel her shiver against me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about last Friday, but since then, you’ve been playing hard to get again. For a minute, I thought that you liked me.”
She looks at me through the mirror, and she rolls those beautiful fucking eyes at me. I dig my hips against her ass as my dick gets hard, so she can feel exactly what rolling those pretty eyes does to me.
“What gave you the impression I liked you?”
God, this girl just loves to play games with me. Lucky for her, I love playing games.
“Well, for one…the mind-blowing orgasm I gave you.”
“Who says it was mind-blowing?”
I cock my head to the side, piercing my eyes into hers. “Oh, I don’t know…maybe the way you came all over my face. There was no faking that, baby.”
Her pretty blues gloss over with lust, and her mouth pulls up in a barely there smirk. “Okay, it was pretty mind-blowing, but it was just a onetime thing. In fact, it shouldn’t have happened.”
My heart deflates a little at that. I kind of felt like last Friday was a stepping-stone for us, that she was finally letting her guard down. But today, her guard is well and truly back up again.
Jesus, are all women this confusing?
“You’re saying it was a mistake?”
“No…” she says, shaking her head. “I’m saying, it can’t happen again.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?” she asks with a humorless laugh.
“I mean…why the hell can’t it happen again? We’re fucking amazing together.” I’m laying it all on the line for her now.
“You’re…” She hesitates a little.
“I’m what?” I prod.
She lets out a puff of air. “You’re…you’re not good for me. You’re a player, Logan.”
With my hands still on her hips, I spin her around to face me, and I purposely cage her in, my eyes never once straying from hers.
“Do you want to know when the last time I had sex was?”
She tries to avert her gaze, but I gently force her attention back to me with my thumb and forefinger.
“It was the night before I met you.”
> Her expression grows serious, and I can see the cogs turning, as if she’s thinking back to when we first met just a few short months ago.
She scoffs, “You really expect me to believe that?”
“Have I ever lied to you?” I throw back, kind of getting pissed off with always trying to prove my worth to this woman.
She must hear the underlying anger in my voice because she finally locks her eyes with mine.
“No, you haven’t,” she says with a silky tone to her voice.
I inch in closer until my forehead rests along hers, not a single space left between us.
“Then, give me a chance,” I say with a husky voice, determination and want in every syllable. “Last Friday, you said I was the right guy, and I’m still that same guy today. I haven’t changed.”
I take in a quick breath, but it suddenly gets caught in the back of my throat the instant her lips slam onto mine. I grunt at the sensation of her soft lips on mine, and I kiss her back deeply, a mixture of heat, desire, and pure sexual tension coursing through my veins. We go from naught to sixty in a matter of a few seconds, and our tongues thrash together as I grab both sides of her hips and lift her up onto the counter. Her legs lock around my ass, pulling me into her. We make out for a full minute, her hips naturally rocking into mine, as we lose ourselves within the lust and sheer need we have for each other. It’s when she unbuckles my belt that I realize we can’t do that here.
“You know,” I begin as I tear my mouth from hers, “as much as I want to fuck you senseless here, on this countertop, Remi and Nate will wonder where we are. And if anyone should have sex in these restrooms, it should be them, on their wedding day.”
She snorts as her hands come to a rest on my chest. “Why did you follow me in here then?”
“Oh, fucking you was my intent, but I quickly found plot holes.”
“And what’s that?”
“Oh, that in a couple of minutes, the bride-and groom-to-be will come looking for us and that I’m kinda past hot sex in random restrooms. You deserve better than that.”
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