Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,34

the scene, he was no longer really seeing it. All of his focus was on the hot suction pulling at his cock, the fingers gently rolling his balls and tugging, and the rush of pure pleasure climbing up his spine.

“Fuck…” he muttered as his cock hit the back of her throat and slid deeper, her muscles working to swallow rather than gag and massaging the head of his dick.

Felicity hummed, the vibrations tingling over his skin, adding to the pleasure sensations assaulting him. He gave himself over, knowing she would slap his thigh if she needed a breather. He roughly thrust into her mouth, pushing his cock all the way to the root, then pulled out again. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d done this and knew he wasn’t going to last long doing it now.

It felt too fucking good.

Fucking her mouth, he gasped and groaned with the immense pleasure coiling inside him. Her fingers tugged on his balls, harder than before, and ecstasy surged, boiling up from his balls and spurting down her throat. Pressing her face against him, Logan shuddered as her throat muscles worked, massaging his cock and sucking him dry.

Felicity

The wooden floor of the Outlands was starting to hurt her knees, but Felicity didn’t care as she laved Logan’s cock with her tongue. The thick shaft pressed against her throat, sparking tears her in eyes. Fighting past her gag reflex, she swallowed, trying to pull him deeper.

She heard his groan, felt his fingers tighten. Logan plunged forward until her nose was nestled against his groin, his thick length buried completely between her lips. His cock pulsed against her tongue, and she felt each spurt of cum before it poured down her throat. Liquid heat spilled as she swallowed reflexively, filling her belly and leaving her lightheaded from the combination of arousal and lack of air.

Her thighs pressed together, putting pressure on her pussy. She was so aroused, she was beginning to think she might be able to cum just from that.

Logan’s hold on her head gentled, his cock shrinking, even before he pulled away from her mouth. Her lungs burned, and she panted for air, the sudden intake of oxygen confusing her senses. She looked up at him, enjoying the softness in his expression as he gazed down at her.

Squirming, she rubbed her thighs together, her clit aching and tingling for more stimulation. She didn’t even think about the fact Logan would now be paying more attention to what she was doing.

The hand on her hair retightened, pulling her upward, and she squeaked in surprise and slight pain. She liked having her hair pulled, but it still hurt a little, which turned her on even more. The softness in his expression had disappeared.

“Such a naughty girl,” Logan said, shaking his head in disapproval, although she was pretty sure he was only pretending. His eyes were dancing with amusement and didn’t match his expression. “You’re too horny to keep still, aren’t you, bad girl?”

Yes, yes, she was, and she grew even more so with every ‘naughty girl’ and ‘bad girl’ that fell from his mouth. Panting, she stared up at him. He might have found his release, but she still needed hers—badly. Every part of her felt as though it was aching to be touched. Punished. Pleasured.

“I’m sorry, Sir.” She tried to say it like she meant it, but she didn’t think she was very successful. She didn’t feel sorry at all, not even a little bit.

“You aren’t.” Logan shook his head, a sadistic smile slowly growing on his lips. “But you will be.”

Yes, please.

Chapter Nine

Felicity

Leaving her standing beside a vacant spanking bench, both to reserve it and so she had time to think about what he was going to do to her, Logan went to retrieve his kit. With her legs spread shoulder-length apart—and dire consequences promised if they weren’t in place when he returned—Felicity clenched her hands at her sides to keep from touching herself. There was no way that would end well, even if she managed to somehow get herself off before Logan returned.

Actually, especially if she managed that.

Looking down at the spanking bench, she felt her inner muscles clench with anticipation. Her bottom was already tingly, even though the sting from her previous spanking had definitely faded by now.

Several people were already eyeing her curiously, making her even more anxious. Were they going to stick around and watch her and Logan? At one time, she would have reveled in that, but some