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Cat Scratch Fever update
🕑 Added 2021-04-06 17:00:05 +0000 UTCLogan felt a sense of almost sadistic pleasure at Max’s whining little protest, the normally hard-boiled cat burglar now so mewling, so vulnerable, so desperate for him. He couldn’t keep down a twisted grin as he pushed in a little harder, making Max let out another long, low groan from deep in her body.
“Oh please… please…” But even Max didn’t know if she was begging for him to stop or keep going. Logan’s eyes were rapt on her beautiful face as it showed every bit of strain from his thrusting cock inching its way deeper into her tight little pussy. It was almost enough to make him stop, even through his ardor, but her eyes begged him. He was sure she wanted more of everything she was feeling.
She whimpered breathily as his blunt knob thrust harder and harder into her. Then, with a groan from both of them, the engorged cockhead slid into her, just through her sensitive lips, and opened her up so wide Max felt like she was going to be split in half. To ease the pain, she slipped down on the bed. Logan followed her down, covering her with his body, assuming the position of a man with a woman. Now on top of her, he couldn’t resist acting the part. He hammered down into her, sending his entire length into her moistly accepting cunt.
Impaled on him, feeling all the heavy throbs of his arousal through every inch that was crammed inside her, Max’s mind reeled. The pressure spread through her and she felt herself hopelessly filled, her freely given sex now occupied by Logan’s hardness. All she could think was how right it was.
He’d made her so hot and her being so hot had gotten him hard and now his hardness was inside her, making them both into an inferno. It was like the circle of life. It made sense. It was the only thing in her life that made sense, the only thing that felt right. After years of feeling like a freak, Max finally knew that she was part of something real, natural, whole. This was her place. This was where she belonged. She had to tell Logan.
“Motherfucker, you better come inside me!” Max gritted out through the pain. “Don’t you dare hold back!”
Logan let out a dry laugh. Even Max’s usually abrasive behavior couldn’t hide how aroused she was, how she was getting off on this. It filled him with an excitement he could barely contain—he could only keep to the slow, relentless penetration of Max’s cunt by worrying that he’d come if he went any faster. That was the one defense Max’s pussy seemed to have. If he allowed himself a smidgen more pleasure than he was already getting from it, he wouldn’t be able to resist the urge to come.
But Logan still needed more of her. Sheer desire drove him to marshal his will and flex his hips, sinking deeper into her, feeling more of her tightness as it gave way to his cock. Until at last he had to gorge himself on Max. He’d fuck her as hard as he could and try to hold out for as long as possible. At least she’d be well-fucked before he inevitably climaxed.
He came down on her without mercy, driving his full weight into the small, luscious body he was privileged to enjoy. Under his hard chest, he felt her supple breasts press warmly against him, flatten against his pectorals with a firm resilience. He thrust himself into her until she was buried in the mattress below, moving her inner folds in rippling waves before his cock in its drive for satisfaction. There was no holding him back now and Max gave into his passion, letting it satiate her, groaning under his hard thrusts—letting him test the bed by battering it with her body.
The hot pain of being stretched by him still throbbed fiercely inside her, but it was tempered by how he moved in and out of her at a steady rhythm. Her body knew what to do, acted while her mind whirled with sensation. As she got wetter and wetter, Max’s inner muscles clasped together, milking his cock in an instinctual attempt to elicit pleasure from the sheer intensity of what was happening. It worked wonders, Max’s eyes rolling back in her head as she was pulled along on a crazy ride, enjoying Logan like the few months she’d had a Sybian back when she was sixteen.
Just get back from a long day, no pants, and sit on it. Sit on it and forget it, Max thought to herself, and giggled like she was on the funny gas at the dentist. Usually she’d worry about Logan’s ego—guys didn’t like to be laughed at while they were inside someone—but Logan knew her laugh, could read her like a book no matter how inscrutable the writing. She wondered if that was all him or if she’d opened the covers for him, made it easy on him, and if so, why him? Was it just that he was cute or was she taking pity on someone crazy enough to try and save the world?
Didn’t matter. All that mattered was getting off like really good masturbation, and the feeling of Logan’s skin on hers, and he wasn’t bad to look at either. God, no wonder it felt so good. It was good, pure and simple. Good in a way Manticore had nothing to do with. She had never been meant for this, it was what she had decided, it was all hers and Logan’s and it was good.
Logan sank deeper and deeper into her, rutting between her legs with a steady rhythm that Max found herself swept away by. The pain receded and the passion flooded in, overwhelming her, arousing all the dirty little chills her body could feel. They crept along her spine, coursed through her veins when she felt Logan plunge into her, as fast as he could while still hanging onto an iota of control. She should’ve guessed. Logan couldn’t just go off. Even in a frenzy, he had to make her come too. Max didn’t know if he cared about her pleasure or if he just wanted to have the last word in one of their arguments for once. She might think of him as so optimistic he was just this side of suicidal, but he’d be a suicide case who’d made her come.
As he surged into her, Max could actually feel the tickle of the hairs on his balls when they slapped against her buttocks. She ran her tongue over her dry lips and felt her body respond once more, felt its response deepen. She heard herself mewling, tossed her head from side to side in a flurry of dark locks. Her hips began a slow rotation, dancing around Logan’s buried stiffness, a physical rejoicing at having him inside her.
Above her, Logan clenched his teeth as he felt her growing appreciation try his restraint all over again. He had to force down the orgasm she was cajoling from him, deny her his cum once more with each passing moment. It was agony, but it was oh-so-sweet.
Max didn’t even try to understand the new, deepening wave of pleasure saturating her body. She only savored it, trying in vain to control the maddening sexual energy that spread out from where Logan had hilted her. The delirious sensation that spread relentlessly over her naked body. She was a mass of raw nerve endings feeling exquisite sensation, all of it centered between her golden thighs as Logan rolled his hips with the lewd motions of her impalement.
He felt her pulsing cunt clench and shift in answer to his rhythmic pumps. She felt him skewer her, again and again, the delicate lips of her pussy swallowing his thick length on each stroke. It seemed so excruciatingly, tantalizingly slow, Max biting her lip in an endless wait for him to be fully seated inside her, then gasping, being overwhelmed with the feeling of being complete until Logan drew himself out of her again.
Logan let her work and strain with his rolling thrusts, his loins bucking almost of their own accord while his mind filled with the feeling of running his fingertips over her nakedness. Hearing her uncontrolled whimpers while she enjoyed him with complete abandon, her sweat-soaked face grinning absently in sheer pleasure. The strain was gone from her features. Only gratification remained.
Her mind had gone the way of her inhibitions, lost in the feeling, and Logan gloried in the knowledge that they were both equally crazed now. He could feel it in Max’s wonderfully sensual body, pumping and grinding in hungry gyrations, faster and with more frenzy as each second passed. The more he thrust into her, the more urgency he felt in her lusting body, and together they both became more feverish, more desperate—thoughts frozen, only the sensation mattering.
Max strained hotly for her climax, the obscene wetness of her pussy audible with each stroke of Logan’s prick. Hearing it, Logan grabbed her slender ankles and levered her legs bodily up to her shoulders. Max cried out in shock as she was bent in half, then she laughed aloud at her new position, her mind only able to be amused at the debauched situation before it was sublimated again. Logan was holding her tight where he’d put her, keeping her slit open and vulnerable to his harshly driving prick. Max’s well-shaped thighs, toned with muscles, only managed a slight vibration no matter how hard Logan crashed into them as he hilted Max again and again.
Wild with desire, Logan made long, hard thrusts into Max’s seething cunt. Her walls quivered around his shaft, clasped hungrily around it, seeming almost to suck in his stiff length until it was buried inside her to the balls. Max groaned in relief, feeling her newly opened passage filled by him once more, then cooed in happy satiation as Logan pumped more forcefully into her. Her head rolled wildly around, her mouth gaping open in ecstasy. Whatever remained of her thoughts, the delight of their coupling took even firmer hold of them.
“Ooooh… Logan, Logan… I’m… coming… oh yes, fuck me, fuck me… no idea how good this feels… how… MMMM… much I needed this…” Her urgent whispers were filled with passion, spurring Logan on harder than her hands ever could, although the muscles of her arms still bulged as she grabbed Logan’s ass and pulled him in closer, a fervent desire to have as much of him inside her as possible.
This was it, she realized. This was really it. Logan’s enormous prick plunged deeper and harder through her passage, hammering away at her slowly giving depths. It felt like he wouldn’t stop until he was in her womb, him or his seed. Max’s lips quivered as she came again for the first time in far, far too long. The orgasm swept through the corded muscles of her body and up into the rest of her taut body, down her trembling legs, finally pouring out of her skin like she was on fire and giving off heat. Let me warm you up, cold boy, she thought deliriously. You’d better enjoy how hot you’ve got me burning.
Max chanted his name almost religiously as her climax seemed to overflow her cunt and rack every inch of her quivering body. Her mind whirled with how much she was feeling, how her deliciously responsive body was taking the full impact of his fucking. Even after all that had happened, everything that was indelibly burned into her memory, the powerful release that hit her was enough to blank out everything. Everything was stripped away from Max but sheer sensual delight.
Logan was everywhere, above her, against her, inside her, and then he jerked, cursed, tensed, and hot jets of his cum were filling her, using her receptive cunt as it’d been desperate to be used. Max felt wild, debauched, as the powerful spurts she’d compelled from him filled her to the breaking point, her pussy accepting and accepting while his orgasm went on endlessly. She wouldn’t let him stop and he wouldn’t let her stop. They pushed each other until there was no place left to go.
For a long moment then, they were silent, the creaking bed and the echoes of their old moans speaking for them. Belatedly Logan released his grip on Max’s long legs. They fell limply down to the mattress, the final jolt of energy drained from her softly trembling body. Stunned by how satisfied she was, Max lay spread-eagle on the bed, and could only croon in a combination of relief and protest as Logan pulled himself off of her sweat-drenched body.
He beached himself next to her and Max forced herself to move, made her complaining body slither over Logan’s chest until she lay over him like a wrestler waiting for a ten-count. Her weight was incredibly insignificant, but as sated and fatigued as he was, Logan felt like he was benching a hundred pounds to breathe with her on top of him. He wouldn’t have it any other way though.
“Mine,” Max said weakly—for her.
“Well, yeah,” Logan conceded, for once unable to keep up his end of the banter. They rarely had shouting matches, but he felt squarely shouted down.
Max smiled, able to follow his line of thought like she had a map. “If I’d known this would shut you up,” she said, “I would’ve done it a lot sooner.”
“And I would’ve talked a lot more,” Logan retorted.
“There he is,” Max smiled. “Can’t keep a good man down.”
“Oh, I’m definitely not going to be up for a while.”
Max smiled at him. Popped her lips. “Let me make you my lollipop for a while. Then we can try me being on top. I think we’re both more used to that.”
Logan shook his head. “I didn’t spend eleven hours in surgery just so you could break my back now.”
“You never let me have any fun,” Max pouted.
“Shh. I’m already asleep. I’m dreaming. You’re just a dream.”
“Then let’s make it a wet dream.”
“Wasn’t that wet enough for you just now?”
“For one woman, maybe. But who knows how many chicks’ genes I’ve got swimming around in me? You’ve gotta take care of ‘em all.”
“Then I need my rest.”
Max nudged her head petulantly against his. “You don’t even have to fuck me. Just come in my mouth. C’mon—don’t tell me I’ve been wearing all this tight leather around you all this time and Mr. Happy doesn’t have reserves on hand.”
“You’d get off on that? My ex-wife would’ve taken a baseball bat to me if I even suggested it.”
Max chuckled. “I prefer you use the baseball bat on me. Now lie back. Relax. Don’t be afraid to sweat. Think of it like a detox session. We’re going to have to get you into much better shape if I’m going to keep using you as my personal sex toy.”
“Maybe I should hire a trainer,” Logan mused.
“This is why I go for boys in glasses. Always so smart. But you know if you’re paying them, they have to do what you say. Me, I’ll keep working you until I’m satisfied.”
“Remembering my high school PE here—that sounds like torture.”
“Torture can be fun,” Max reasoned. “And you can tolerate it.”
“So long as you’re happy.”
“See? This relationship is working out already.”
