SLOWLY UNZIPPING HIS pants, she was filled with as much anticipation as opening up a birthday present. By the time she got to his boxer briefs, she’d had enough of slow. She yanked down his pants to the floor and stared at the covered erection in front of her. She could see the outline of his cock through his underwear, and although she’d yet to see it, she could tell it was much larger than average. Wanting to know how much larger and too impatient to wait, she rubbed her knuckles over it, feeling it jump from her touch.

Logan ripped her hand away. “I didn’t tell you to use your hands on me.” He grabbed her other hand and set both of them on the sides of his hips. “Get me naked now, Rach. I’m done playing.”

One touch of his cock over his underwear, and he thought she was playing? She thought briefly about showing him what playing meant, but this wasn’t about her. It was about pleasing him, and if that meant following every one of his domineering commands, she’d do it. She was just as eager to take him in her mouth as he was to get there.

She drew his underwear down his solid thighs until they joined his pants on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. Spreading his legs a bit, he placed a hand on top of her head.

His thick cock bobbed in front of her, the tip of it springing toward his belly button. It was darker than the rest of his skin, as if blushing from the blood that was coursing through it. A drop of precome dripped from the slit, running down the underside of his tip. How would it taste? She inhaled, taking in the spicy musk of his arousal.

“Open that mouth of yours, gorgeous.” The hand on her head remained, his fingers tangling into her hair, while the other hand wrapped around the base of his dick.

Knowing he’d fill her mouth completely, she opened it wide as he fed his cock to her inch by inch.

“That’s it,” he crooned. “Wrap those lush lips of yours around my cock and take as much as I give you.”

The breadth of his cock stretched her lips as far as they could comfortably go. The taste of his precome hit her tongue, its slight saltiness reminding her of the ocean they’d left behind in Florida.

Before he got to the back of her throat, he stopped his intrusion, his hands moving to her cheeks. “Ah, yeah. You’re such a good girl. Now keep your head just like that while I slide my cock along that tongue.”

Her pussy’s walls quivered at his words, her arousal drenching her panties. She’d never been so turned on from pleasuring someone else. Until now, she would’ve never imagined it was possible. But hearing the breathlessness in his voice, seeing the flare of excitement in his eyes, tasting his tangy precome on her tongue, made her feel powerful even as he controlled her. She didn’t have to think or worry about whether he was enjoying it. He showed her with every thrust, every word he uttered, every low groan. And because of that, she was free to lose herself in the moment. She may not want a man to control her outside of sex, but judging by her body’s response to his domination of her, submitting to him aroused her.

He pumped slowly in and out of her mouth, careful not to gag her. “Slide your hand under your bra and squeeze your tits for me.”

Following his directive, she hummed around his cock, the pressure she exerted on her breast relieving a bit of the building ache in them.

“You like to play so much, why don’t you play with that hard nipple that’s been teasing me.”

She pinched her nipple and rolled it between her fingers, her eyes practically rolling back in her head from the darts of pleasure zipping from her nipple to her pulsing clit.

As if he was losing a bit of his control, Logan increased his pace, his fingers pressing harder into her cheeks. “Later, I’m gonna tie you to the bed, bind your breasts, and then I’m gonna slide my cock between them and fuck you that way. Come all over that pretty face of yours.” He tapped her cheek. “You like that idea? Does it make you wet to think about me using your body to get myself off? ’Cause I’m gonna do it.”

She closed her eyes and surrendered to the moment, consuming every filthy word he spoke and picturing the fingers on her nipple were his.

“There’s not a single part of you I’m not going to mark with my come,” he murmured. “It’ll be dripping out of you, I’m gonna fill you so good.” He exhaled as if imagining it. “Are you aching for me? Does your greedy pussy want my cock?”

She couldn’t speak or nod her head, so by pleading with her eyes and humming in accord, she attempted to convey to him how much she wanted his cock inside her right then.

He groaned, picking up her message loud and clear. “I want to see how much you want it. Show me. Rub your fingers on the outside of your pussy and get them nice and shiny. Don’t touch your clit or put your fingers inside you. You’re gonna have to wait for me to do that.”

Oh, God, she was never going to survive if he made her wait much longer. She eagerly slid the hand she wasn’t using on her breast into her pants and underneath her panties, not surprised to find herself slick and slippery with her pussy’s moisture.

“I can hear how wet you are,” he said after a minute of her running her fingers up and down her slit. “Now I want to see it.”

She pulled her hand out of her panties and held it up over her head.

Logan licked his lips. “Oh yeah, you’re desperate for me to make you come, aren’t you? Soon, Tiger. I’m almost there.” He ceased thrusting and withdrew from her mouth, grasping her hand and wrapping it around his cock. “Paint my dick with your juices.”

She glided her hand up and down the length of him, coating him in her arousal.

He tapped her cheek again and stayed her hand. “Open.” He pushed his cock between her lips and pumped it into her mouth at a quicker and jerkier pace than before. “Taste yourself. Taste good?” he asked breathlessly.

To answer his question, she hollowed her cheeks to increase the suction around him. Drips of his salty preejaculate splashed on her tongue, mixing in with the spice of her juices.

Logan’s legs trembled. “Fuck, I’m gonna come.” He tangled his fingers into her hair and left the other on her cheek as his cock twitched and shots of hot come jettisoned into her mouth. “Drink it down. Drink it all down.”

She swallowed over and over, the endless streams of come sliding down her throat. As if he’d finished a marathon, Logan breathed heavily, the tension of his muscles visibly more relaxed and his eyes sleepy. When his dick slipped from her mouth, she looked up at him and smiled.

Damn it, he’d been right. There was a big difference between a blow job and face-fucking. Face-fucking had made her horny as hell. Amazing what the loss of control and some dirty talk could do to her. It was almost as good as coming herself, but her body was still hanging on the precipice, waiting for the touch to take her over the edge.

He turned and went over to the seats, giving her a great view of his perfectly muscled ass. He bent slightly, reclining the back of one of the seats before striding to her and lifting her to her feet. He led her to the seat and playfully pushed her into it. “Lie back.”

Like a man on a mission, he went straight to work on getting her out of her pants and divesting her of her soaked panties. He dropped to his knees and hooked her legs on each of his shoulders, opening her to his heated gaze. He’d seen her like this before, but since the last time she’d been blindfolded, it was the first time she got to witness the hunger in his eyes as his mouth descended onto her pussy and his tongue made contact with her swollen, exposed clit.

“Oh, God. Fuck me, you taste sweet,” he said between licks.

Her eyelids began to close, but she forced them to remain open, not wanting to miss a moment of watching this dominant man eat her pussy as if she were a delicacy. Hot liquid pleasure flowed outward from her core as he stroked her bundle of nerves with his tongue.