My milf rebate system: starting with my best friends mother

Chapter 48: Massaging miss stephaine 3

The new angle made her moan louder. He gripped the full cheeks of her ass, spreading them so he could watch himself disappear inside her over and over. The sight of her stretched around him, oil and wetness coating his length, only made him thrust harder. He reached forward with one hand and wrapped it around her throat, not tight enough to restrict breathing, just enough to make her feel the control. His other hand slid underneath to cup one swinging breast and pinch the nipple.

Stephanie pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder. He kept the system feeding heat into her, turning every deep stroke into something that made her thighs shake. When he felt her walls start to flutter hard around him again he leaned over her back, mouth close to her ear.

"You’re going to come for me like this," he said, voice rough. "Ass up, taking every inch, and you’re not going to hold back."

He drove into her harder, grinding deep on every thrust, fingers still working her clit from underneath. Stephanie’s arms gave out. She dropped to her elbows, face pressed to the towel, moaning openly as the climax finally tore through her. Her walls clamped down hard around his cock, pulsing in strong waves. He fucked her through it without slowing, dragging the orgasm out until her legs were trembling and a fresh rush of wetness soaked his thighs.

Even then he did not stop. He kept thrusting, slower now but still deep, keeping her sensitive and open while the aftershocks rolled through her. When her breathing started to even out he pulled free again, turned her onto her side, and lifted one of her legs high against his chest. He pushed back inside her in that new position, the angle tight and deep, and began a fresh, steady rhythm that made her moan all over again.

The oil on her skin gleamed under the amber light. Her breasts shifted with every thrust. Logan’s hand slid down between her thighs and found her clit once more, rubbing in time with his strokes. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered open and locked on his face. The look in them was no longer calm or controlled. It was hungry and already wanting more.

Logan kept her leg high against his chest and drove into her with long, grinding thrusts that made the tight angle even more intense. Every inward stroke forced a soft, broken sound from Stephanie’s throat. Her free hand clutched at the edge of the table for leverage while the other reached back to grip his thigh, nails digging in. Oil and her own slickness coated everything between them. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of her filled the quiet room.

He did not rush. He kept the rhythm deep and controlled, pulling almost all the way out so she could feel the thick head stretch her open again on every return. His fingers stayed busy between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her swollen clit in perfect time with his hips. The system fed another steady pulse of heightened sensation through her nerves. Stephanie’s eyes fluttered. Her mouth stayed open on continuous soft moans.

When her walls began to flutter again he slowed even further, almost stopping, keeping only the head inside her while his fingers continued their torment. She tried to push back onto him, desperate for more friction. He held her hip firmly and denied her, letting the need build until her thighs shook.

"Not yet," he murmured. "I want you dripping before I move us."

He stayed like that for nearly a minute, teasing her with shallow movements and constant pressure on her clit until her voice turned pleading. Only then did he sink all the way back in and resume the deep strokes. Stephanie came a second time with a sharp cry, body tightening hard around him. He fucked her through the pulses without mercy, dragging the orgasm out until her leg trembled against his chest and fresh wetness ran down the back of her thigh.

Even after the climax faded he kept moving inside her, slower now, letting her stay sensitive and open. When her breathing started to settle he finally pulled free. A thick strand of her arousal clung to his cock before breaking. Stephanie made a soft sound of loss at the emptiness.

Logan stepped back and helped her sit up on the edge of the table. Her hair was messy, cheeks flushed, breasts still heaving. Oil shone across her skin. He stood between her open knees and guided her hands to his cock. She wrapped both around the slick length without needing to be told and began to stroke him, slow and tight. He watched her face while she worked him, the way her eyes stayed locked on the thick shaft shining with her own wetness.

After a short while he caught her wrists and stopped her. "Mouth."

Stephanie slid off the table and sank to her knees on the soft rug. She took him between her lips without hesitation, tongue swirling under the head before she sank deeper. The wet heat of her mouth made his jaw tighten. He let her set the pace at first, watching the way her full lips stretched around him, the way saliva began to shine at the corners of her mouth. One of his hands settled in her hair, not forcing, simply holding. The other reached down to cup and squeeze one heavy breast while she sucked.

She took him deeper on every pass until the head nudged the back of her throat. Soft, wet sounds filled the space between them. Logan’s hips began to move in short, controlled thrusts, fucking her mouth with the same measured rhythm he had used on her body. Stephanie’s eyes watered slightly but she stayed open and eager, hands braced on his thighs. He could feel the system still feeding heat through her, keeping every nerve raw and hungry even after two orgasms.

When the urge to finish in her throat grew too strong he pulled free with a wet sound. A thin strand of saliva connected her lower lip to the tip of his cock for a moment before breaking. Stephanie’s lips were swollen and shiny. She looked up at him, waiting.

Logan helped her to her feet. "Bathroom. Now."

He guided her out of the bedroom and down the short hallway into a spacious bathroom with a large walk-in shower. Glass walls, a wide rainfall head, a low stone bench along one side. He turned the water on hot and pulled her under the spray with him. Steam rose quickly. Water cascaded over her oiled skin, rinsing some of the slickness away while leaving her body glistening.