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The day feels excruciatingly long.
“I just… My boy means so much to me. Fuck, I can’t wait to eat my cum out of his ass and feed it back to him mixed with his own cum…”
And getting longer.
James drones on as they walk away from their four hour long operations meeting, making Jett’s ear wiggle a bit. He sighs as he glances down at James’ half hard crotch, and turns to his own semi-half-hard crotch at hearing his buddy’s ministrations about his baby boy.
It easily makes him miss his own baby girl…
He follows James inside his little office, instead of going into his own next door.
“He’s taking a study date at the library with his friend, so I know he’s been feeling that plug and all that cum in him on that chair all day. Filled him up twice, he’s such a greedy little cumslut.”
That last part makes Jett chuckle a bit. He flips his hair back as he sets down his phone and folder on top of James desk.
“Well
I
didn’t get to plug up my doll this morning, but his pussy’s always wet with slick like the good girl he is. I’m surprised I haven’t gotten her pregnant yet with all the cum I’ve filled her up with, too.”
Jett sniffs once, a little too dramatically maybe, but sue him as a natural for the theatrics. He could’ve been an actor in another life, perhaps. James looks at him as if he doesn’t know either how his baby girl wasn’t pregnant yet either.
James is packing up already, but at a slow pace. Clearly, it’s part of their little game to make his boy wait before their long night tonight. He’s excited for his own weekend, and had packed up already before they’d even gone to the meeting. Jett is stalling, just like James is. He wants to make it home in forty minutes, minimum.
“Well, maybe you’ll get one in him later tonight, finally.”
There’s a thought.
It makes Jett lick the corner of his lip before he smiles his usual charming smile to James.
“God, I hope so.”
Jett sets the gear on park, shutting his car off a count of two seconds after. He sucks in a breath through his teeth as he glances up at his perfect brownstone apartment. With its four perfectly trimmed bushes, and perfect doorway that safely hides away his perfect baby girl.
His mind’s already racing as he thinks back at the encouragement James gave him on knocking up his girl. He’ll take him apart on the bed, kissing once every inch of his body before making out with his leaking pussy and throbbing clit until he’s cum twice. Then, he’ll slowly and deeply fuck his well-prepped pussy until he’s crying into the sheets wanting to be filled three times.
Until he’s lost his ABCs and learns his 123s: one for the kisses, two for the cunnie, and three for the cummies.
(Jett makes a small snort as his girl’s baby voice drifts in his mind at the words.)
Then as he calms down and Jett cleans him up, he’ll let him nurse on his dick to bring him back down to earth.
Feeling set in his gorgeous plan, Jett licks the corner of his lip once more before grabbing his briefcase and finally heading inside.
As he opens the door, a shy voice squeaks up immediately, becoming breathy towards the end.
“Oh! Sir.. Hi…”
Glancing up and meaning to respond, Jett suddenly feels the air punched out of his lungs at the gorgeous sight that greets him once he shuts the front door closed. His ideas from back in the car take a halt as well from the beauty of Logan Mitchell right before him.
Jett watched silently as his baby girl leaned on a wall of the foyer, a hand braced against it while his other hand adjusted a black, heeled Mary Jane with two bows above the vamp of the shoe. His eyes trail up from the shoe, seeing the usual expanse of pale skin now covered in nylons that stop right where Logan’s crotch begins. Jett spots the little peek of polkadot panties underneath a sinfully short circle skirt. The skirt flowed around as Logan fiddled with his shoe, easily riding up his thigh and slipping into the fold of his crotch like a soft waterfall.
His eyes continue up to the little crop blouse Logan has on to match the highwaist of the skirt. There’s a sliver of skin between the two pieces of clothing that almost makes Jett just drool over the floor like a loser. Except he’s not a loser, so he definitely does not drool.
Instead he counts three buttons before his eyes meet the choker around his baby girl’s pale neck. By now, Logan’s finished fixing his shoe, and is standing obediently before Jett as he’s being thoroughly examined. The collar is made of lace, and it covers any hint of adam’s apple from the outside eye. He spots three hickeys that he’s given his girl the previous night framing around the choker.
Taking in a deep breath before finally lifting his gaze up to Logan’s masterpiece face, Jett locks eyes with his baby girl. They’re nervous, but clearly excited. He sees it in the way his hands fidgets with the skirt, as well, trying to pull it down a bit to no avail.
He has a matte, ashy rose lip tint on, and a soft sparkly blush atop his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. Logan doesn’t put on mascara or falsies, as his eyelashes are already fairly long, but he does have eyeliner on with similar ashy purple eyeshadow to match his skirt.
The deep breath Jett took escapes him once again when his girl suddenly smiles shyly, his two cute dimples showing.
He takes in the one mole Logan has at the bottom of his ear, right below a single diamond stud earring. It gleams.
“Do you like it sir…? I wanted to surprise you. It took maybe a…a month? Before I finally clicked purchase. It fits me well, I-I think.”
Under the low light, Logan’s cheeks heat up pretty obviously, and Jett’s heart soars.
“You’re beautiful, baby girl.”
And by Logan’s smile, he’s sure his heart soars too.
Except Jett’s a little fucked up and a lot horny, so he growls at his baby’s bright smile and sees its very real innocence for the sin it unintentionally is. It takes him two and a half steps to get up close to Logan and rest a palm at the sliver of skin between her top and skirt.
His baby girl’s skin feels as heated as the pit of his stomach has been feeling since stepping into the house.
He leans his head forward, brushing his lips against the sparkle of Logan’s cheek.
The smell of floral baby cologne is more prominent up close, and it’s absolutely intoxicating to Jett as he breathes right against his temple. The scent takes over him from the tip of his nose all the way to his ten toes, and he rubs his thumb thoughtlessly at his girl’s waist.
Logan whimpers, his arms hesitantly reaching up to run along Jett’s much bigger arms, arms that frame him and make him feel smaller than he actually is. Jett always loves the feeling of his larger frame against his baby’s much more lithe one. Once Logan’s hands rest daintily against the sides of his neck, Jett brings his other hand to the small of his baby’s back.
Running his hand down, he feels how soft the crop blouse is, and on going lower, the skirt around his girl’s ass is silky and smooth.
He grabs a handful of ass and spreads his cheeks apart, earning a soft moan from Logan.
“Sir…”
Jett growls again, lightly pushing his bulge against the crook of his baby’s thigh.
“You’re so soft all over, baby… My good girl is so perfect in her little outfit, isn’t she?
He gently pushes Logan closer to the wall and pulls his leg up to rest against his hip. Jett runs his hand down his ass past the skirt, and to the peek of skin before stopping at the edge of the nylons. He rubs there, and delights at the aborted thrust his girl makes. Continuing down, Jett squeezes the covered thigh, feeling both the soft net of cloth and Logan’s supple skin. He traces the stitch of the nylon down to the ankle, where he squeezes again.
Logan loves that, loves getting the thinner parts of him squeezed between Jett’s large hands, loves being choked or grabbed by the wrist or ankles. He gives another small thrust, his whimpers growing.
Jett traces the two ankle straps of the Mary Jane, deciding immediately that he’d love to keep them on as he fucks his baby girl against the wall (and into the bed later on). So he ever so slowly runs his hand back up to the underneath of Logan’s thigh, letting his nails catch three times at the nylon.
“Sir… Sir, please, I..”
He feels against his chest more than hears the shaky breath his baby takes.
“I’m so wet already.”
Not realizing his eyes had closed, Jett snaps them open in a small questioning squint.
He inches his hand closer towards the polka dot panties he briefly saw before Logan finished up fixing his shoe earlier. His hand feels the soft cloth across his equally soft ass, and it dips straight down into the fleshy wetness of Logan’s pussy.
The feeling elicits a small gasp from Jett as his dick twitches.
Tracing back his steps, one finger gets caught at the slit of the panties, where they’ve been opened up to keep his girl’s pussy out for easy access.
“Baby… Oh, baby girl you’re so good to me, what a beautiful gift.”
Logan gives a breathy giggle, and Jett needs to see it. He pulls away from his temple and meets his girl’s eyes, seeing the shy blush taking over her face.
Jett moves his fingers back to the inviting wetness of Logan’s cunt.
“All this, for me? Oh, you spoil me.”
The smile and two dimples he receives are enough to make his dick stir all the more. He rubs around his baby girl’s pussy lips, and surges in to capture his lips just as they part to moan, swallowing the sweet sound into his mouth.
A little piece of Jett’s brain is praying the lipstick isn’t waterproof or smear proof, because he finds it hot when his girl’s makeup is a mess by the time they need to clean up. Licking into Logan’s mouth, he pulls out a louder moan from his baby. He’s twitching now from holding back from letting his cunnie suck in his fingers.
Jett gives Logan four more dirty, open-mouthed kisses before kissing across his cheek and sucking on an earlobe. His baby girl rubs her little hands up and down his broad chest while whining at the feeling. He flicks the earlobe with his tongue like it’s another clit on Logan’s body, making his girl shudder.
Simultaneously, he starts pushing two fingers right into his baby girl’s pussy hole. It’s completely wet and warm, yet feels just the right amount of tight against his fingers.
This makes the shudder grow and wrack through Logan’s entire body.
“Sir… Sir, do you feel how wet I am? Wet for you, just you Sir..”
Despite not having even nursed yet, his baby’s voice already sounds fucked beyond relief. It excited Jett to think just how much more of his voice could be lost as the night goes on.
As he gently prods inside her pussy, completely avoiding her g-spot, Jett sucks on patches of skin down Logan’s blushing neck. His teeth graze the lace choker along the way. He’s sucked on the skin hard enough to easily put four marks, lapping at them to calm the skin down a bit as he starts roaming his free hand up Logan’s crop blouse.
His fingers immediately meet a little cloth bralette, making him moan as he runs his nail along the bottom of the band twice.
Another cheeky giggle bubbles out of his cute little baby girl, his confidence growing as he feels and revels in the appreciation Jett showers him in.
“Do you like it too, Sir? It came matching with my new little panties.”
Jett grazes his teeth against his baby’s collarbone in response with a groan, fingers immediately crooking to press right into Logan’s g-spot just once. It rips the giggle right from Logan’s throat and replaces it with what’s almost a scream.
It’s hard to be even a little bit mean to his good girl when she’s worked so hard to come out of her shell just for Jett, though. He lets Logan off with just that, wanting his girl to know that this confidence is a very welcome new development.
He cups a cute little tit over the cloth bralette cup, making his girl squirm even more as he breathes heavily from the quick shot of pleasure in her pussy.
Jett places one more kiss right in between Logan’s collarbones before pulling back and meeting his eyes.
“Love it so much, baby… The things you do for me mean everything. You mean everything.”
Logan’s already red face heats up all the more, all the way up to the tips of his ears. His head tilts down, chin meeting his shoulder shyly, eyelashes fluttering.
“You helped me realize I am.”
The moment is sweet, the saccharine almost dripping from Jett’s nostrils like a fucked up wholesome perversion. His fingers stay put inside his girl’s pussy all the while, not moving as Jett presses a soft kiss on the tip of her nose.
When he first met Logan, he didn’t expect someone so perfect for him despite the flaws they both had—instead, they balanced each other with those flaws, and one became two very easily. He was surprised to find that, when they first fell to bed together, and his lips accidentally slipped out “
good girl
” without prior talk, Logan became a whimpering mess. It all felt like an accident waiting to become beautiful, really. What was supposed to be another boring business conference turned into a wonderful encounter of an equally wonderful boy, who gave him eyes that seemed just about to give his whole world.
Jett was willing to offer his own world, as well, just as easily. His knees were immediately weak to those two eyes.
Those two eyes that were everything.
“Because you
are
.”
Logan manages to give him another cute smile before Jett crashes his lips back onto his, marking the smile his. He bites at his baby’s lower lip and pulls back before letting go, seeing it redden as it wobbles back in place.
He kisses him once more, slowly moving his fingers inside Logan’s wet cunt again. Jett eats up and swallows down all the whines his good girl makes, feeling the walls around his fingers quiver two times. His other hand goes back to squeezing one tit under the crop blouse. The cloth hiding both of his hands slowly drives him crazy—he’s definitely gonna keep both of them clothed up right until he properly beds his girl after fucking her dirty into the wall.
Jett skillfully avoids his g-spot once again as he keeps thrusting his fingers, brushing everything but the spongy spot in his girl’s heat. By now, Logan’s ass moves to meet the palm of his hand with every thrust, and Jett lets him be just this once. The sounds begin to become obscene, the squelches telling them both just how wet and good Logan’s cunnie is.
Slipping in a third finger, the squelches get louder. He presses one kiss at Logan’s jaw.
“Such a good girl with a good pussy, isn’t she?”
To bring the question home, he crooks his finger again to press his girl’s little g-spot three times. He receives three little moans in response, but Jett wants a proper verbal one.
His other hand moves away from Logan’s tit and promptly gives a light smack to his ass cheek. The pussy walls clamp once around his fingers.
“Hm? Isn’t she?”
Logan gives a louder moan.
“Yes, Sir. Always good, Sir.”
Jett gives a soothing rub across Logan’s clothes ass, humming. Slowly, he pulls out the digits from his baby’s cunnie, making him whine at the emptiness. He lets his girl in awe watch as he licks the pussy juices off his three fingers one by one, humming once again at the taste.
He finally sets down Logan’s leg, making sure he doesn’t tumble from what he’s sure is a slightly numb limb from how long he’d had it up. Jett takes one step backward as he roams his eyes down his baby’s body, watching him pant. He lifts his hand and does a little twirl with his finger.
“Turn around for me baby girl, please?”
Logan gives a cute little nod, holding onto the hem of his skirt as he turns away from Jett. His legs are already spread without being told.
“Can you lift your skirt and show me your cunnie like a good girl?”
“Y-yes sir, of course..”
Two embarrassed yet sure hands lift up the back of his skirt, finally revealing the polkadot panties in full—
and
the slit in the middle of them. Past the slit is his baby girl’s quivering pussy hole, all wet and ready to be eaten twice or fucked thrice, whichever Jett decides.
After a beat, he decides he should eat Logan once now, then fuck him once as well after that. Then, he’ll eat him again in bed, and fuck him twice from there.
Jett readjusts his dick in his slacks for a quick one second, before he reaches gently toward his baby’s ass cheeks, parting them so he can see his wet pussy better. Slowly, he goes down on his knees to be face to face with his baby’s heat. Logan’s breathing picks up at it, and at Jett blowing air into his hole.
“Let me eat you baby, before I ruin you against this wall, okay?”
Logan gasps at that, his ass poking out closer to Jett’s face.
“
Yes
, Sir! Please eat me out Sir, I’d love that.”
“Mmm, my eager baby…”
Jett gives another small smack, just one, on his left ass cheek this time, hand immediately rubbing to soothe right after.
He brings his face even closer to his baby girl’s pussy, inhaling the scent of his slick. Giving the top of Logan’s pussy seam a small kiss, Jett moves one of his hands towards his baby’s crotch. He firmly palms the little wet bulge over his panties.
“
Ohh
, and your little clittie is all full for me too, isn’t she…”
Logan’s moans start to sound more breathless at the dirty talk. Jett can see his hands shake as he continues holding onto the cloth of the skirt.
“She’s always so full for you, Sir…!”
“That’s my good girl.”
Grinning, Jett continues his kisses down the seam of his girl’s pussy. He laps his tongue quickly at the juices as if he were a thirsty dog, turning Logan’s moans into near wails, his body shaking at the wet muscle against his wet hole. They grow louder as Jett begins to rub at the tip of his baby’s clit, spreading the wetness around the cloth panties.
(Briefly, Jett wonders for the very first time if his neighbors ever gave a shit about all the noise the two of them cause all the time. He quickly discards the thought in a prompt three seconds—no use thinking about such irrelevant people, even if Ms. Camille’s five cats are quite a delight to brush by.)
He takes his hand away from his baby girl’s clittie to more easily spread his cheeks apart. Jett fully dives into the wet cunnie, sucking on the quivering hole and swallowing down some of the slick that leaks out. He gives a small hum against the pussy lips, which vibrates through Logan, nearly making him lose his grip on the wall. Jett pushes his tongue right in and shallowly thrusts in, fucking his baby girl’s cunnie all wet and messy.
“Sir… Sir, you feel so good…”
Jett gives one quick kiss on Logan’s hole before moving a bit back to see his girl looking over his shoulder at him, the tips of his ears burning red and his mouth hidden behind his hunched shoulder.
“Because you taste so good, baby girl. Got yourself all ready for me like this.”
He casually slips a thumb right into his baby’s pussy as he talks, pulling at the seam to stretch him more.
“So wet and loose and ready to be bred. Is my good girl so desperate to be knocked up, hm?”
Watching as Logan’s eyes screw shut before he nods furiously, Jett continues pulling and pressing at the inside walls of his pussy.
“Want your babies, Sir… Want you to mark me until I’m yours only.”
Yours only
.
Jett’s eyes glaze fondly, his thumb slipping out to instead gently caress at the hole’s opening.
The two of them were fairly new, marking up at five months—only just getting into half of one year. But with all the past boys they’ve both told each other about that never quite worked out for either of them, Jett supposes that… They were each other’s “only” after all. Logan complimented him greatly, and Jett fills in his boy’s own cracks as well (both literally and figuratively, Jett muses with a silent chuckle).
With Logan’s anxieties came Jett’s surety, and while Jett was definitely an arrogant blowhard, Logan is always able to humble him and remind him of compassion (and also blew his dick hard whenever he needed to nurse). Funnily enough, despite only one of them being the massive nerd, they both had a need for precision, especially with numbers.
They’d have hour counts, and would need a specific amount of seconds or minutes for certain tasks or it wouldn’t be perfect. And both of them, despite their differences, were definitely perfectionists.
Jett could not name a better person to complete the balance of his life than Logan.
He may have quietly complained to himself over James droning on about his own boy earlier, but he honestly shares the guy’s sentiment for their growing love and domesticity—Jett
cannot
fathom a more perfectly flawed and flawfully perfect relationship as his with Logan. Their little squabbles keep them rocking the boat, but that’s
their
one boat with
their
two oars, and there’s never a day where they aren’t both steering. There’s never a night that they don’t fall in each other’s arms no matter what dumb little thing worked up either of them that morning.
One important rule for Jett and Logan: at most, sixteen hours of turmoil before they must settle it. They count it to the second sometimes (it’s fairly useful having so many clocks around the apartment house).
His good girl (almost) always stays good, though, and Jett returns this by being his forever dashing self that Logan deserves.
He’s weak, sue him. He wants Logan pampered always, wants everything as pristine as his hair and as precise as his two hour baths.
“I think I’ve been yours only, as well, Logan. Since our eyes met at that conference.”
Logan takes in a shaky breath, eyes opening to meet Jett’s sincere ones. He remembers that day brightly—maybe mostly because of the in-depth lessons he learned about the factors affecting the rise and decline of the current supply and demand chain—and cherishes it just as much as him.
He doesn’t believe that there could ever be anyone with a personality as stunning as Jett’s, much less encounter it in a business conference he’d attended for his corporate planning elective. Funnily enough, precisely seven minutes after the second recess began, the sunlight slipped through one of the blinds of the floor-to-ceiling, and hit Logan’s eyes. Once he opened them again, it was to see a blonde man with perfectly coiffed hair sipping coffee from a little paper cup, watching him.
The boy remembers smiling all goofy as their eyes immediately meet, kinda like in those awkward moments. He did feel awkward, which is expected of his nerdy then-freshman self, but the man (with a little “
Hi! I’m Jett Stetson
” sticker on his sleek blazer’s lapel) flashed him a smile back.
That one smile ends up taking him on a trip to the man’s beautiful brownstone once the conference’s last say ends later that afternoon, and into Jett’s arms and heart.
He’s been head over heels then, and still is now that he’s actually wearing heels.
Jett kisses gently on the apple of Logan’s butt cheek, smiling against the skin. It makes Logan hum contentedly.
His hand creeps its way back to Logan’s leaking front, pulling the panties down to let the throbbing red clit spring out. Jett leaves the band of the panties right at the base of his baby’s clittie, before squeezing the member firmly and staying that way. His baby’s hums turn to whines at the tight hold Jett has on him. Slowly, Jett starts peppering kisses as his mouth moves back towards his baby’s hole. He gives it a deep kiss before he sticks his tongue in once more to continue making out with his cunnie. The slick mixes with his saliva that way, adding to the juices all over the more-than-ready pussy.
He gives it once last suck before finally pulling away, getting up on his feet with a little groan. His age had just left the calendar recently, after all.
A short sigh escapes Logan’s lips once his clit and pussy become bare to the air..
“Let me pour all my babies in you tonight, hm? Show you just how much I love you?”
“Yes, Sir. Wanna feel all of you in me, please…”
Jett gives a small chuckle at the eagerness in Logan’s voice. He pushes his still clothed bulge against the cleft of his girl’s ass, rubbing it against the little wet cunnie which stains his slacks a bit. He holds onto his her waist, making sure she doesn’t move too much even before he fucks into her.
After hearing a weak whimper from his baby, Jett finally takes one step back so he could unbuckle his belt and unzip his slacks. He tenderly pulls himself out from his briefs, his dick fully rock hard and leaking after all this time.
He gives it a quick three strokes before pressing the head right at his baby’s opening. Logan’s cunnie flutters around the head immediately, matched with a restrained gurgle from his throat from finally feeling Jett’s raw cock against him. The pussy hole almost looks like she’s breathing around the head like Logan’s mouth when he’s nursing.
Jett pushes his tip in slightly, the girl’s pussy lips immediately giving way for the intrusion. He simply stays there, counting to ten.
Of course, his good girl knows the count by now, as he hears him whispering lightly to himself a count of
five-six-seven
in between breaths.
They both get to ten, and Jett pushes in an inch.
Logan squeaks, his walls spasming twice before he seemingly chokes the pleasure down to stop himself from cumming right then and there.
He gives a small, soothing pat on his hip to show how proud he is.
Another count,
six-seven-eight
…
At ten, two more inches enter Logan. It’s Jett who growls this time, feeling just how hot and wet his baby’s been all this time while waiting to be bred. It’s like a strangling comfort around his dick, and they’re both counting to ten again.
Seven-eight-nine
…
This time, three more inches push deep into his baby girl’s cunt once they get to ten. There’s only half an inch left, but Jett’s determined to maintain the count. At this point, Logan’s blunt fingernails grip onto the wall, and it’s at the count of seven that Jett ponders having his girl’s nails painted with pretty colors.
That’ll be for another day.
Eight, nine,
Ten.
The last half inch slips into Logan, and it’s when Jett’s balls press against his cheeks and tickle his perineum that they both groan now that he’s finally bottomed out.
At the raw feeling, Jett
feels
his baby’s quick pulse around his length. The pussy walls fit around him perfectly like a glove. He feels almost lightheaded at how long he’s waited to feel this pussy around him again (thirteen hours).
“Sir… You’re so hot inside me… I feel so full, can’t wait to be fuller with your cummie, Sir..”
Jett growls, his grip tightening against his girl’s hip.
“Yeah? My good girl waiting for her good cummies?”
Logan hums a yes, pushing his ass out to try and push Jett deeper than he already is. His walls clench almost as if on cue, making Jett growl even more.
“Fuck, so good. So so good for me… Want me to move baby?”
He accentuates the question by placing his hand back at Logan’s clit, rubbing at the head gently and spreading the slick that’s been dripping out steadily. He’s answered with a whine that drones on before his girl seemingly chokes and remembers he was asked a question.
Jett smiles at how good his girl is, always so aware and attentive.
“Yes please Sir, I need you,
please
!”
Logan all but yelps his response, hips twitching as if he wasn’t sure whether to chase the hand on his clit, or to start fucking himself on Jett’s cock.
A quick lick of the corner of his lips and Jett pulls out Logan's cunnie until just his head stays inside, then quickly slams right back in. Logan moans at the impact, but Jett knows he hasn’t hit his girl’s g-spot, and doesn’t mean to quite yet either. He does the same thing again, two more times, each earning more delicious moans from his baby.
With each thrust, he strokes down his girl’s clit all the way to its base. It takes a lot of restraint not too simply fuck right into his baby like a bunny, but Jett’s determined to keep on track with his plans for his baby.
They take a quick pause after that third thrust, and they’re both breathing heavily. Jett counts to five before readjusting both him and his baby, and then thrusting right in just once.
Logan
screams
.
Jett’s dick is presing right into his baby girl’s g-spot, and he grinds against his pussy at it, melting Logan’s screams to a very long groan. His body’s shaking, and his clittie’s shaking too. He decides to be a little bit cruel, rubbing his thumb along a vein in the underside of her clit, before ending the trail with a press against his baby’s little slit.
He nearly loses count for a moment at the amount of seconds he’s rubbed his cockhead into Logan’s pleasure spot, what with the slick now slowly sliding out the sides of his baby’s pussy walls and down Jett’s thigh, but he continues for a last three counts before stopping.
“You ready baby? You want all my cummies?”
A quick pull on Logan’s clit to bring him back down to earth to answer.
“Yes…. yes yes yes… need all the cummies.. all your babies Sir, please, I want to carry them all…! Wanna be fucked while I’m big and heavy with your babies, please please!”
Jett curses under his breath, not expecting the dirtier than usual mouth his baby’s got on tonight. His dick twitches inside his cunt, and Logan almost melts at the pressure against his g-spot.
“Please sir, please!”
“Yeah, baby? Fuck, I’ll fuck you good.”
With a grunt, Jett begins pistoning right into Logan, hitting his g-spot with each thrust, earning him endless sweet screams from his baby. The sounds of their skin slapping against each other echoes across the house, and Logan all but gets pressed right into the wall of the foyer. The slaps mix with the sound of squelching, as the remnants of his baby’s pussy juices slop out from the force.
As he fucks fast into him, he strokes with a much slower rhythm on his clit by contrast. It almost drives Logan insane, from the continuous fucking against his g-spot versus the teasing hand around her clittie. His throat feels raw from shouting at the almost overwhelming pleasure.
Jett can’t help but hold a long growl to match Logan’s screams from the ribbed pussy walls trying to grip onto his cock and keep him inside his girl. The spongy flesh of his baby’s g-spot feels so warm and inviting as his cockhead hits it repeatedly, and Jett wishes he could stay in this state forever.
No more work, no more errands, no outside world; nothing but fucking his sperm into his good girl and hoping one would take.
Logan’s pussy almost feels like it’s getting hotter and hotter as he picks up speed. Jett moves his tight grip on his baby’s hip to wrap his arm around his waist. It gives him far more leverage in fucking right into her.
Feeling his girl’s pussy start clenching around him in quick succession, Jett slows by a bit and his grip around Logan’s clit slips down to secure itself around the base to hopefully keep him going just a bit longer.
“Can you hold out for me a little bit longer, baby? Want you to squirt right when I fill you up. Can you do that? Can you be my good girl and squirt for me when I breed you?”
“Fuuuck yes Sir, gonna squirt all over your hands when you cum inside my pussy!”
Jett’s heart fills up with glee at his baby’s excitement, and gets right back into speed, his mind quickly estimating five more minutes before he’ll allow his baby to squirt all over himself as he creams him for the first time tonight.
He moves the arm around Logan’s waist to reach for the nylons on his thighs, clawing on them. One of Logan’s hands comes off from the wall and grips tightly on the wrist of Jett’s hand around his clit.
The hand is hot and shaky, and jostles around at the force of Jett’s thrusts.
“Please… please Sir…”
Logan breathes heavily, his cheek resting on his other hand on the wall, eyes looking back at Jett from their corners. Jett watches as his baby’s lip quivers, almost in time with the way her cunnie quivers around him.
“W-wanna squirt, Sir…”
Jett releases a quick breath, before furiously stroking at his baby girl’s clit, mirroring his own furious fucking.
“Fuck, gonna keep breeding you tonight, baby… Gonna eat you up after this, before fucking two more babies into you. You like that, hm? Love being pregnant for me?”
“Yesss Sir, please Sir…!”
He slams deeply into Logan—once, twice, thrice—before finally cumming inside his baby, right against his g-spot, filling him right up for their first time tonight. Logan grunts at each of the thrusts before whining at the feeling of being filled, his body twitching—once, twice, thrice as well—before his squirt starts shooting out of his clittie.
As his girl cums, his cunnie walls cling onto Jett’s entire cock, milking him dry with a deep groan. He feels nearly euphoric, as if he isn’t daily on a mission to knock up his girl.
Pressing his body right against Logan’s back, Jett leans his forehead against his shoulder, kissing softly at his baby’s neck.
“Fuck, I can feel you squeezing around me. Can feel your pussy eat up all my cum.”
Jett gently rubs at the sliver of skin between Logan’s blouse and skirt, feeling his heavy breathing and the slight shake to his body.
Distinctly, he becomes aware of how clothed they both still are, and it actually makes Jett’s dick twitch interest at how gone they are for each other that they’ve bred without even stripping much of anything off.
A little whimper escapes Logan’s throat at the twitch he feels inside his cunt.
Jett slowly, tenderly, pulls out from Logan, taking two steps backward. Glancing down as he tucks himself back in his briefs, he marvels as a stream of white threatens to start dripping down from his baby and onto the floor.
Clearly, it immediately alarms Logan.
“Wait! No, I need it inside me!”
He gets to have a first row seat as he watches Logan clench his ass, and fumble around towards the foyer’s console table. It’s only now that Jett notices the plush-lined velvet box with a shining baby blue butt plug sitting inside it.
The first (adult) gift Jett gave his baby. Logan was absolutely embarrassed because it was when Jett officially asked him out, but it stands to be both of their favorite.
Also, Jett notes with a smile, it’s his favorite color.
Logan picking specifically a plug with his favorite color for such a beautiful surprise for the night really becomes the cherry on top.
However, (Jett muses while watching endearingly how Logan quickly pushes the plug right into his cunnie) there was still
much
more cream to come on top of that cherry.
Jett licks a corner of his lip.
Perhaps two additional ones from what he had originally planned will suffice, one for each of them.
The small crystal at the handle end of the plug gleams from the dim lights.
Nodding to himself, Jett raises a hand up to his baby’s cheek, caressing it lightly. Logan instantly folds and leans into the touch, his eyes crinkling with fondness despite his still heavy breathing.
“I still have more to come for my good girl. Let’s get you right to bed, hm baby?”
Logan’s hands reach up to hold onto the one on his cheek, nuzzling it further into Jett’s hand.
“Okay, Sir! Want all of you tonight… Wanna be full of you.”
“Let me carry you, okay?”
“Mhm!”
With Logan’s eager nod, Jett lets go of his cheek to swiftly place his arms underneath his baby girl and lift her up. His baby giggles, arms immediately wrapping around Jett’s neck.
Jett’s dashing (yet fond) smile rivals that of the stars.
And Logan, he loves to stargaze.
Jett leans in to capture Logan’s red lips, their lips smacking together in a wet kiss. He idly reminds himself to get his makeup more ruined than it is now, with Logan’s sweat having melted only the eyeliner at the tiny corners of his eyes.
He pushes his tongue in, and feels the little smile his baby’s lips curve up into, before his tongue meets his.
They play a little, wet muscles tasting each other’s sweat and love.
A string of saliva connects them when they part, and they’re both still smiling brightly at each other, energies simply beaming.
“I love you, Logan.”
“I love you too, Jett.”
The night is yet to be wonderfully long.