"Fine." He sighed, rolling his eyes. "But don't expect me to go easy on you the next time I train you." With a final glare, he gestured for Jake to come closer. Once he was within reach, Logan roughly pulled him into a hug, one hand resting on his shoulder and the other cupping the back of his head. "But don't tell anyone about this, alright?"

"Good." He let go with a final pat on the shoulder before turning to walk away, leaving Jake standing there in shock and disbelief. But he knew better than to question it. After all, Wolverine never showed weakness...not even when it came to his own lustful desires.

"Good boy." Logan wrapped one hand around your throat, holding you in place as he began to thrust up into you again and again. He moaned loudly, lost in the pleasure of having his cock buried deep inside your ass once more. "That's it... Fuck yeah..."

His free hand reached down between your legs, rubbing at your cock until you were hard as steel. With a final thrust that made you gasp for air, he came again, filling you with his seed and leaving you both spent on the bed.

"Hmm... Maybe next time." He gave your ass a final squeeze before pushing you off of him, standing up and stretching lazily. "But for now, why don't you clean me up?" he said, pointing to the mess on his cock.

You nodded obediently and knelt down between his legs, taking his cock in your mouth and sucking gently at first before moving deeper, taking as much of him into your mouth as you could.

The old mutant groans, his hips bucking up into you as he feels your ass clench around him. "You like that?" He growls, thrusting harder and deeper, claiming your body as his own. His free hand slides between your legs again, fingers slick with saliva as they tease your sensitive folds and stroke your engorged clit.

"God, you feel so good," he pants, the pleasure coursing through him making it difficult to think straight.

The old mutant laughs roughly, the sound filling the room as he thrusts deeper into you. "Why am I so good?" He growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he takes you harder and faster. "Because I've had centuries of practice." His tongue darts out to lick at your earlobe before he nibbles on it playfully.

"And trust me," he whispers hotly, "I haven't even begun to show you what I can really do."