Becoming His Muse, Part Three Read Online Free PDF

sack. The hand on his shaft pulls deliberately upward, stretching, and then down again, and then he works the head in short, quick bursts. Seeing my effect on him. I get a little more bold.
    “I was so wet it was effortless. But those fingers didn’t go in deep enough. So I took my other hand, and from behind…” With every word my own fingers are working faster and faster. Every so often I dip one or two inside before returning the center, my throbbing clit. Logan’s eyes are on my fingers. He can’t look away.
    In a husky voice, he says, “From behind?…”
    “I slid the fingers of my other hand across my ass, along the wet crack, until I could feel my opening. I arched my back and drove those fingers deep while my other hand rubbed my fire-hot clit.”
    Logan moans. His hand is pumping faster.
    “And I was thinking of you, Logan. Of that beautiful cock you’re holding right now. I imagined it coming for me.”
    “Uh huh…”
    “As I lay on my bed, all innocent and trying to sleep, I imagined you sneaking into my room, and surprising me. You holding your cock in your hand and seeing me writhing there, wet and desperate to be taken.”
    “Oh god, Ava, yes…”
    A flush is spreading across his cheeks. The head of his cock is straining between his pulling fingers.
    “I wanted you inside me so bad, Logan. Just like I do right now.”
    I lift one foot and place it on the edge of his chair. He can see more of me now. He points his cock toward me but doesn’t draw me down on him. I get this now, the openness, the sharing of our raw arousal, the refraining from using each other physically but still using each other, still sharing this most intimate experience.
    Splayed open as I am, I shove my fingers deeper. “I wanted to feel you here , Logan. I wanted you to spear me here with your length, your thickness, your relentless thrusts.”
    His hips are moving slightly in his chair and his breath is turning to a light grunt. He can’t take his eyes off my diving fingers. I desperately wish it was him driving into me but this look, this intimacy, is priceless. Soon I will see him come, without a condom, erupting into the air between us. Excited by this, I rub my clit feverishly.
    “I’m so close…” I moan. I rock forward so that I am towering over him in his chair. I hold on to the edge for balance and swirl my middle finger against my aching swollen clit. My opening hovers over his hand ravaging his cock. I can see him restraining from lurching out of the chair to close the distance between us.
    “In my room,” I whisper. “You come to me from behind. You enter me hard and deep until I cry out in ecstasy. Until I beg you to come.”
    Logan growls. The hand that’s been fondling his balls strays upward, up along my inner thigh as a burst of heat builds and rises from my clit. Two fingers slide into my opening. “Ahhh, I’m coming!” I cry out. And I feel the rolling, rocking chaos of letting go. With a loud grunt Logan lurches forward. A stream of cum shoots up and hits my inner thigh, and then another and another. My orgasm cascades around us both. A surge of wetness slides along his probing fingers, trickles down my thigh as I strive to keep my balance while I pant my way back from that riotous edge.
    I lean back against the desk for support. I rub his cum into my leg like moisturizer. The other streams have fallen into small puddles in his lap. He’s leaning back in his chair, breathless, his eyes rolled back in his head.
    “God, yes,” he whispers. “Ava, you are divine.”
    We calm our ragged breathing, and then something occurs to me.
    “You cheated, you know.”
    “Huh?” He doesn’t even lift his head.
    “You touched me there at the end.”
    “I couldn’t help it. It took so much effort to restrain myself. Sorry. It won’t happen next time.”
    “Next time? There’s going to be a next time?”
    He lifts his head and grins devilishly. “There will be infinite next times with