connecting them up.
Logan was hers. She was going to make him love her. Make him never want to live without her. She would show him that being with her had many, many benefits. Ava would not end up like her brother Arden.
* * * *
Logan stretched out his body as the smell of bacon and sausage flooded his senses. He grinned at all the wonderful aches covering his body as he remembered the many positions he and Ava tried.
He glanced at the clock. Fuck, it was nine-thirty. He hadn’t slept in that late since he was a kid. Stretching again, he groaned as he slid out of bed. Not bothering with clothes, Logan padded down the hall to see a fantasy come to life.
A naked Ava was bending down getting plates out of the cupboard. She didn’t turn as she sat them next to the stove and started placing sausages, eggs, and bacon on toasted muffins. Logan couldn’t resist the moan of pleasure as he walked over to her, wrapping his arms around her naked flesh. He pulled her against his erection, grinding it against her.
He leaned down, giving her ear a nip, and whispered, “Something smells good, and I bet it tastes as good as it smells.”
She sighed as he nibbled his way down her body. Ava giggled as he turned her around, pushed her up on the table, and sucked one perfect pointed nipple into his mouth.
“Mmm, just as I thought. Tastes like heaven.” He dove back in, devouring her body. God, she tasted better than anything he’d ever had. When his mouth reached her pussy he paused for a second just to see the most perfect sight of his life. She was puffy, pink, and her cream leaked out, glistening in the morning light. “Fuck, sweetheart. I think I’ve died and gone to heaven. I haven’t seen a prettier sight in my life.”
She shivered, which caused the moisture to drip down. He dove down, catching it. As the flavor of her hit him he smothered himself, eating her, licking. If he died now he would die a happy man.
Ava squealed as his tongue moved as far as it could go up her pussy, lapping. He sucked her cream in, groaning in ecstasy at her unique taste. Logan couldn’t get enough. His hands moved, exploring her perfect body. Her smooth, satin skin had no imperfection and felt better than any of the finest silks.
He gently bit her clit and she grabbed his hair, screaming his name as he greedily drank her orgasm in. Moving up her body, he turned her around so her hands rested on the bench, spread her legs apart, and thrust home.
Ava screamed again as he pounded into her, yelling, “Yes, yes, oh Logan. That’s… it… Oh, Logan.”
Blanketing over her body, his hand moved up to caress her breast. Ava arched her back against him, moaning, “I’m going to come again. Harder, Logan.”
He growled, sliding his hands down her body to hold her in place as he rammed into her pussy. Her muscles clenched around him and he ground his teeth together and bit his tongue so he could hold off coming until she came again.
Ava growled and pushed back against him, arching up, over and over. Moving one of his hands down to strum her clit, he pistoned into her a couple more times before she screamed his name.
He leaned over her as her vagina muscles squeezed the life out of his dick. His mouth sucked and bit her neck. Moving away, he shouted her name as he felt his cum burst from him, and bliss settled in.
As he slumped against her, Ava groaned. “Oh, that was so good. If I get a response like that every morning for cooking you breakfast, I’ll be sure to do it every day.”
Logan knew it was better not to say anything because he couldn’t do this again. He still wanted to find a normal human woman. Surely now that he’d had her, his obsession with her would be over. Actually he had the night off tomorrow, and he planned to test out his theory. Logan had had his fun, he was going to shower and come up with an excuse to get away.
Smiling against her shoulder, he slowly detangled himself. Ava turned to look at him. Her hair was a
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