"That's it. Move your hips just like that. Don't go too fast now; we don't want this to end too quickly."

Logan didn't expect you to agree; he had repeatedly asked you to ride him, but you always said no. Which he respected, but fuck did he want to enjoy the scene of you fucking yourself on his cock as he sat back. Sure, you'd had sex multiple times, but he was always the one in control. He was already so used to being dominant that he wanted to try something different. And now you were on your couch, with his hands on your hips as he helped guide your movements. There would be bruises tomorrow from how tightly he was holding onto you, but he couldn't care less and knew you wouldn't care either. You were too busy riding his cock to care about anything else. And to top it all off, he couldn't get enough of the sounds you were making and the way you hung your head with cheeks flushed and your mouth parted as moan after moan came out. Your hair fell perfectly to the side, giving Logan a show that he was sure he'd be dreaming about for weeks.

"You look so good like that, darlin'. You're doing so well. Sure you haven't done this before? Keep rollin' your hips this way; it'll feel good, I promise." His voice almost gave out as he felt your inner walls tighten around his cock as you changed positions, a sharp gasp leaving your lips as your pelvises ground against each other. You rested your forehead on his arm as you continued moving in synch, but he wanted to see all of you. He wanted you to know how proud he was of you for taking his cock so well. His hand tangled in your hair as he pulled your head back, exposing your neck and giving him a better view.

"Be a good girl, and look at me. I don't want you hidin' that pretty face, you hear me?" It was more of a command than a recommendation, a smirk forming on his face as you nodded obediently.