Extra's Pov: The Goddess Wants Me To Conquer Milfs

Logan’s head fell back against the couch. His jaw was clenched tight. He could feel every inch of her warm, slippery pussy rubbing against him.

Daenerys watched his face closely as she moved. She loved seeing him struggle like this.

"Does it feel good?" she asked in a husky voice. "My pussy is dripping because of you, Logan. Because of what you did tonight."

She kept rubbing herself on his cock for a long time. Sometimes she would pause and let the head of his cock press right against her entrance, teasing him with the possibility of slipping inside, before moving again.

Logan’s hands finally moved. He grabbed her thick thighs, but it wasn’t clear whether he wanted to push her away or pull her closer.

Daenerys smiled.

She leaned in and kissed him. It started slow, but quickly became deeper. Her tongue slipped into his mouth as she continued sliding her wet pussy along his throbbing cock. The kiss grew hotter. Wetter.

When she finally pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips.

"I want you inside me," she breathed against his mouth. "But I won’t force it tonight."

She suddenly lifted her hips and guided the head of his cock to her entrance again. This time she lowered herself just enough for the tip to slip inside her tight, wet heat. Only the head.

Daenerys moaned softly and stayed like that, not moving any deeper. She looked straight into his eyes.

"You can push the rest in whenever you want," she whispered. "Or I can stay like this... torturing both of us."

She rolled her hips in small movements, letting just the head of his cock move inside her. The sensation was maddening. Her walls clenched around him greedily, trying to pull him deeper.

Logan groaned. His grip on her thighs tightened. His body wanted nothing more than to thrust up and bury himself completely inside her, but his mind was still resisting.

Daenerys kissed him again, slower this time. Her heavy breasts pressed against his chest as she kept teasing him with just the tip of his cock inside her.

The longer it went on, the harder it became for Logan to hold back.

Daenerys could feel it.

And she was loving every second of his struggle.

Daenerys kept rolling her hips in those small, torturous circles. Only the thick head of Logan’s cock was inside her, stretching her tight entrance.

Her warm, dripping walls clenched around him again and again, trying to suck him deeper.

Logan’s entire body was trembling with need. His fingers dug harder into her thick thighs.

The constant teasing, her scent, her soft moans, and the wet heat gripping the head of his cock finally became too much.

Something inside him broke.

With a low, animalistic growl, Logan suddenly grabbed Daenerys’s waist with both hands.

In one powerful motion, he thrust his hips upward while yanking her down hard. His full length slammed deep inside her in a single brutal stroke.

"Ahhhhh—!!" Daenerys cried out in shock and pleasure, her eyes widening.

Logan didn’t give her any time to adjust. He lifted her and slammed her down again, fucking her with raw hunger. All the frustration, guilt, and suppressed desire he had been holding back exploded at once.

He stood up from the couch with her still impaled on his cock. Daenerys gasped as he carried her, his strong hands gripping her plump ass cheeks tightly.

He pushed her back against the wall with force and started pounding into her mercilessly.

Each thrust was deep, hard, and fast. The sound of his hips slapping against her thick ass echoed loudly through the apartment.

Daenerys’s heavy breasts bounced wildly between them as he fucked her like he hated her.

"Fuck... Daenerys..." Logan groaned against her neck, his voice rough.

"Yes! Yes! Just like that!" Daenerys moaned loudly, wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs tighter around his waist. "Don’t hold back! Fuck me harder!"

Logan lost all restraint. He drove his cock into her again and again, slamming deep into her soaked pussy.

Her juices coated his shaft and dripped down his balls with every thrust. The wet, obscene slapping sounds grew louder.

After several intense minutes, Logan pulled out suddenly. Daenerys whimpered at the emptiness, but before she could complain, he turned her around and pressed her chest against the wall.

He grabbed her hips, pulled her ass back toward him, and thrust back inside her from behind.

"Ahh—! So deep!" Daenerys moaned, her cheek pressed against the cool wall.

Logan fucked her even harder in this position. One hand reached around to grope her heavy swinging breasts while the other held her waist.

He pinched her nipple roughly as he pounded into her, making her cry out in pleasure.

He kept going like this for a long time, switching between slow, deep strokes and fast, punishing ones.

Daenerys’s legs were shaking. Her pussy clenched tightly around him every time he bottomed out.

Logan suddenly pulled out again, spun her around, and lifted her. He carried her to the bedroom and threw her onto the bed.

Daenerys barely had time to bounce before he climbed on top of her, pushed her thick thighs wide apart, and buried himself inside her once more.

He fucked her in missionary, staring down at her flushed face and bouncing tits. Daenerys reached up and pulled him down into a messy, desperate kiss.

Their tongues tangled as he continued slamming into her.

"Logan... you’re so rough tonight," she moaned between kisses, clearly loving it. "I love it... Don’t stop!"

Logan’s pace became almost savage. The bed creaked violently under them. He hooked her legs over his shoulders and folded her in half, driving even deeper.

Daenerys’s moans turned into broken screams of pleasure.

Her body suddenly tensed. Her pussy spasmed wildly around his cock as a powerful orgasm ripped through her.

"I’m cumming—!!" she screamed, her nails digging into his back.

Her walls squeezed him so tightly that Logan couldn’t hold back anymore. With a deep, guttural groan, he buried himself as deep as possible and exploded inside her.

Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy in powerful spurts. He kept thrusting through his orgasm, pumping every drop deep inside her until it started leaking out around his cock.

Even after finishing, Logan continued slow, lazy thrusts for another minute, savoring the feeling of her twitching pussy.

Finally, he collapsed beside her, breathing heavily. His body was covered in sweat.

Daenerys turned to him immediately, pressing her soft, sweaty body against his. Cum was still leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto the sheets.

She kissed his chest, then his neck, before whispering with a satisfied smile,

"That’s the Logan I’ve been waiting for..."

Logan stared at the ceiling, chest still rising and falling rapidly.

The guilt was already starting to creep in, but his body felt completely drained and satisfied. He had lost control completely tonight. He couldn’t deny that in the slightest. He truly had.

Daenerys ran her fingers gently over his chest, clearly not done with him yet.

"Rest for a bit," she purred softly. "Because I’m nowhere near finished with you tonight..."