Becoming His Muse, Part Two by KC Martin Page A

erection. I try to push his pants away, but can’t quite reach. I feel almost on the brink of coming when he pushes up and away from me. His lips are swollen, too. He pushes his wet fingers into his mouth and sucks. All the while, his eyes don’t leave mine.
    “You were spoiled as a child, weren’t you, Ava?”
    I nod. Compared to him, I was.
    He pulls my pants off. Kneeling over me, he starts fingering me again. I rock my hips, imploring him to go deeper. His mouth quirks up into a teasing smile. He stops.
    “What’s it like to get everything you want?” he whispers.
    I’m all hot and bothered and I don’t much want to talk, but I think about my answer because I can tell he wants me to. “I guess it makes you expect things. And it makes other people expect things of you.”
    He ponders this.
    I sit up and remove the last of my clothing as I add, “But nobody gets everything they want. Ever.”
    He gazes down at my nakedness, looking as if I’ve just given him everything he’s ever wanted.
    The thing about wanting is that it never stops. And right now I want Logan naked.
    “Take your pants off,” I whisper.
    He smiles at my demand. “You do it.”
    I oblige him. He sits back on the couch, lifting his hips to help me and as I pull his jeans and boxers to the floor his erect cock springs up, rock hard and pulsing.
    “When you don’t get what you want,” he says. “You stop expecting things, and no one expects anything of you. There’s freedom in that.”
    And sadness I think as I crawl between his legs, determined to give him something that he wants, that we both want.
    I begin licking up his beautiful length. “Do you want this?” I say.
    He sighs with pleasure. “Yes.”
    “And this?” My tongue swirls around each of his balls.
    “Yes.”
    “This?” I take the head of his cock in my mouth and suck gently.
    He moans his assent.
    I lick him wet with my tongue so that my hand slides up and down his shaft.
    “It’s not fair that I had so much while you had so little.”
    “I have more than I could ever want now,” he says, moving against my hand, his fingers weaving lightly through my hair. “More than I ever expected to have. Especially this.”
    He slides a finger under my chin and lifts my gaze to his. “Especially you.” His deep green eyes, hooded and shiny with pleasure, penetrate mine. I hold his gaze as I take him in my mouth again. I bat my eyelashes as I suck him like he’s a sweet lollipop. Like I’m a spoiled child with an endless supply of candy. He doesn’t look away, but something in his eyes darkens. He presses my shoulders into his lap and moves against me with more intensity. Then he stops.
    “Get up here,” he says, motioning me up onto the couch beside him. Again I oblige.
    “You’re a spoiled rich girl who’s barely suffered a day in her life.” He slides his hand along my back and the round curve of my backside.
    He guides me over him, so that I’m on my hands and knees on the couch and he’s under me. I can’t take him into my mouth or my pussy in this position, but he can reach behind me and slide his fingers inside me, which he does. I arch my back like a cat and sigh. He slides a finger of his other hand into my mouth. I suck those fingers hungrily. He has fingers in my pussy and my mouth at the same time. I’m so aroused. I’m arching, cat-like, with pleasure in front of him. With his mouth he nips at my waist and it tickles. I adjust my arms so that I can support myself with one arm. Now, with my free hand, I reach for his cock, perfectly positioned under my undulating belly. It’s warm, soft and hard all at the same time.
    I hear him tsk . His fingers slip from my pussy, and I feel a smack against my buttock. I jolt, sucking in a breath and I nearly bite his fingers. My hand on his cock stills. He doesn’t want me to touch him? That can’t be it.
    He slides his fingers back inside me. I groan with pleasure. My tongue dances around his exploring