Whimpering, she opened her legs, welcoming the soft touch, crazed with the feel of his fingers against her quivering flesh and needy clit. With an approving grunt as he sucked on her neck, Logan continued that pleasurable torture for several minutes, taking advantage of the fact that the completely wet fabric was almost paper thin to simulate gently penetrating her a few times, while his thumb continued to rub frantically. her clit to the point of making her scream. "Logan…" she moaned, lost in pleasure as she dug her nails into his back and kissed her neck, desperate to taste his skin too. And, suddenly, she found herself lying on her back on the sofa, with Logan on top of her. A sensual, wicked smile formed on her face as his eyes roamed over her body lustfully, making her feel as if she were already stark naked. Still wearing that fierce expression, he again moved one of his hands between her thighs, right below where her light skirt was bunched at her waist, and this time he push
Logan Knight was in her room. He was in her room and they were kissing each other hungrily as his hands caressed and squeezed her ass. She could feel his erection pressing against his belly and that throbbing place between her legs was so wet she could feel even her thighs getting slick. If before she thought that the urge for his kiss was strong, it was because she still had no idea what that new sensation would be like: the desperation to touch him, to be able to feel him inside her. It was so intense it was almost excruciating, but in a deeply pleasurable way. And, above all, there was the most incredible fact about the whole situation: he seemed to feel the same as she did, judging by the way he was touching her. When had the world become a possible place for something like this to happen? -I've wanted to do this for so long... – Logan murmured between kisses, his hands going up to her back, where he started to unzip her dress – You can't imagine how many times I've dreamed of l
Worryingly huge. Enough to make her gasp and sit up in bed, momentarily recovered from even her explosive orgasm. She remembered hearing one of the models make a dirty joke once about how photographers had to digitally turn down the volume on Logan's underwear when he was still a model so that the shoots wouldn't look indecent. At the time, Missy had just blushed to the last hair and pretended to laugh. When could she even imagine that that was the purest truth? - Uh... Logan... - she stammered, needing to warn him of something she had just realized, while observing that huge, purple and veiny thing in front of her - I... I don't think there is any way to…” – she swallowed, though her mouth was far from dry – – Of making it fit inside me. she murmured, perhaps more flushed than she had ever been in her entire life. She had few visual references to nude men, but all of them so far seemed to be a standard size: the depictions in biology books, a few actors in the edgier movies she'd se
For another minute, he just remained watching her intently, his green eyes gleaming with an intensity she couldn't quite put into words, but which made her heart swell warmly. During that moment, she felt as if they had cut themselves off from the rest of the world and entered a reality where there was just the two of them, connected, united, in perfect harmony. And not just carnally. It was hard to explain, but... For a second , she felt…she felt like she was complete. As if she'd finally found a lost part of her soul that she didn't even know was missing. It was strange, indescribable... It's sublime. So when he moved a little farther forward, even with the twinge of pain and the slightly uncomfortable sting, Missy didn't feel bad. On the contrary, as he moved farther and farther and her slick flesh hugged him hungrily, Missy felt powerful, free. Her body was small and shivering with pleasure against his, muscled and powerful, but none of it made her feel smaller or inferior. Ther
"I hope that's enough…" That whispered wail made Missy's heart clench, but before she could even think to ask what was wrong, the regret was gone from Logan's face, replaced by that determined and determined expression. mischievous, which she was beginning to learn always preceded some moment of pleasure – Trust me, love, you'll soon be enjoying fingering that little pussy of yours. But first… – he palmed her ass, giving her a firm grip before bringing her closer to him, impaling her with his cock to the point where her clit rubbed against his muscular abdomen – I think I should give her a hug. you a small sample of how your life will be from now on... And then, in the next second, she was on cloud nine, unable to even remember her own name. It was the only way to describe the feeling of pure satisfaction that washed over her as Logan began to drive himself inside her with all his might, hitting sensitive spots and reaching depths unheard of in her pussy while fingering her clit wicke
She could do this. After all, what's the worst that could happen? Okay, maybe that wasn't the most appropriate question to ask, since the last time she had ended up humiliated in a room full of people. But still, she needed to open that door. She'd been standing there, doorknob in hand, for countless minutes since she'd finally been satisfied with her software progress that day. Logan even said that she was brave enough going to the agency that afternoon, even if her heart was heavy with the idea of meeting Liam and Suzan and reliving that whole night all over again, just by looking at them. Fortunately, neither of them was around when she arrived. But her friends were. And she felt awful for keeping herself so distant since the night of the party. Of course, they had all sent her numerous messages of support and wanting to know how she was doing, terribly worried. However, between spending days wallowing in her grief and then suddenly finding herself hatching a plan for revenge, whi
- You're so disgusting... - Simon muttered behind her, clearly enraged - Don't listen to her, Missy. That's just repression, because she's seething with envy from the inside, now that she's stuck with that idiot Newton, while you have the man she always wanted to conquer in the palm of her hand! he teased, earning a death glare from Suzan. - Oh, please! – Suzan snarled, with the mask of falsehood that she had been trying to keep finally falling – Do you really think anyone will buy that? As if Logan Knight would really be interested in someone as sly and ridiculous as you! Do you need to hear what Liam always said about you again, sweetheart, to understand that it's all true? Which is what everyone, especially men, think? – Suzan laughed, with no humor in her voice, just anger and mockery – Do you think I don't know that his stuck-up little sister should have asked him to do that? Or maybe you weren't able to thinking about it and really believed that he might be interested in you? –
Blushing again, only now from her last hair to her toes, Missy gasped, especially since, not being satisfied, he moved that hand up between her legs and began to massage her clit through the top of her pants, while he continued driving calmly, as if nothing was happening. Even without knowing what exactly he was planning, especially where she was touching herself, Missy allowed herself to melt into the leather seat, forgetting about everything but his touch and the unspoken promise of one more night of pleasure. ahead. So when he finally parked after several interminable miles, Missy practically threw herself out of the car, eager for him to take her to her bed and show her all the things she'd been fantasizing about that morning. However, as Logan chuckled at her hurriedness and began to get out of the car at a perfectly normal speed, Missy couldn't help but be impressed by the house before her. Last week, when he'd brought her here, in the middle of the dark of night, she'd been so