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
- Missy… – he smiled affectionately, although he was already taking off his remaining clothes, leaving himself completely naked, with his long and thick cock erected before her – The only person who can find out what that pretty little pussy likes… – he closed the fist around his own erection, starting to masturbate slowly, while she watched him, mesmerized - It's you. So don't be afraid to experiment, love. You love science, don't you? Think of it as a science experiment, so if it makes you feel more confident. – Logan suggested, but there was no mockery in her tone, just understanding-To discover or prove something, you must first theorize and then test it, right? -Yes...-she laughed, embarrassed, swallowing the accumulated saliva in her mouth as she watched him touch himself, as he wanted her to do. - Well, then here is our laboratory. - he ran his eyes hungry and dark with desire all over her naked body, stretched out on the bed - And the only way to find out what makes that hot
Smiling a small contented smile, Hope visibly relaxed for a moment, but then the nervousness seemed to take over her small body again, as Missy led them to the large counter, where the old man greeted them warmly.-We… Hmmm… – Hope stammered nervously, hugging Missy with more and more desperation – We wanted an ice cream… Huh… – Her little daughter was getting more and more insecure, looking at her as if she was begging for help.- I would like a strawberry ice cream, please. – Missy asked softly, as she remembered saying when she was a little girl so terribly shy that she could barely ask anything from people she didn't know – And you, my love? she asked Hope, with a smile full of encouragement, for her to keep talking.- I want chocolate... Please. – Hope whispered, completely blushing, before burying her face in her mother's shoulder quickly.- Well, what a polite little girl... – the gentleman smiled, while picking up some glass bowls – You must be very proud to have such a kind d
Once in her arms, Hope lifted her tear-stained little face to look at her, initially looking surprised to see her mother there, but then her expression distorted into a sad sob and she buried her head against Missy's chest, panting.-Mommy... – her little baby wailed, making Missy's heart sink even more – Mommy... Mommy...- It's okay, my sweetheart. – Missy tried to console her, running her hands through her soft hair, while she continued to say, in a low and gentle voice, almost as if she were singing a lullaby to her, as she did every night – Mommy is here, don't worry. It's going to be okay... - she waited until Hope's cries went from copious to just a few sad sobs, before finally asking - Hope, what happened? – she caressed her cheek until she convinced her to look up – Why are you crying, little angel?Hope's little mouth quivered a few times before she finally sniffled, her little blue eyes filled with such sadness that Missy found herself kissing her little cheek over and over
Stealthily, Missy looked through the window.Inside, in the huge classroom, several children seemed to be copying something into their notebooks while chatting animatedly. And, of course, it wasn't hard for her to find her children, as usual, sitting in the chairs at the corner of the wall, not too close and also not far from the teacher, where she remembered also liking to be, when she was in the 4th grade. year, like them. Jonathan had his back turned in his chair, looking at his brother in the back seat, while Tristan was showing him something that looked very interesting on the portable video game he was holding. With an amused sigh, Missy tried to convince herself that at least they were doing that after they had finished their homework, as the open pages of their notebooks were visibly written all over the desks.In fact, she truly took pride in the fact that they were only ten years old and yet they were centered and obedient enough to keep up well in school, despite all the lo
Now, he was able to do so much more besides being afraid. He was capable of being brave. To face what he feared. Of fighting to live the joys that were to come, even in the midst of tragedies. And now, more than ever, he knew he was able to see his family's legacy for what it really was, not a curse. He would be able to spend the rest of his life talking about him in a hopeful and balanced way to his children, as he had that day, and as his parents and grandfather had done to him in his childhood.Even if there was still the fear of what could happen to their babies in the future.- Are you OK love?Surprised by that whisper, Logan turned to see Missy dressed in a long cotton Hello Kitty nightgown, already without makeup and with her long brown hair loose, approaching him and Hope, who began to babble softly and extend her little arms towards the mother. Smiling, Missy took her little girl and offered her the breast, leaving the baby immediately calmer as she watched Logan's face with
- And... - the desperation in Foster's voice was so deep that Logan almost felt sorry for her... Almost - How much exactly is this debt?- Come with me, Ms. Foster. - Mr. Ramzi sighed – Something tells me that your next fainting spell will not be false, when we finish talking.- H-hey, I'm sure we can work it out, right? - Logan thought she was trying to sound sensual, in the midst of dread - I mean, there are so many other better things in life than money... Why don't we go to a more private place and I...?- Oh, don't worry, Ms. Foster. - again, Mr. Ramzi interrupted her, perfectly calm and measured - The only person who will be where we are going is my wife, one of the main people responsible for the hotel's accounting.Still a little dazed by everything he had just heard, Logan remained staring at Missy's equally shocked face, until the voices of Foster and the hotel manager were lost in the night, leaving them alone again, hidden among the shadows .- Heavens, I had no idea that
- What? - Suzan repeated, seeming to be choking - No, that's impossible! His family has a lot of money! That's how we paid for the trip and the hotel!- Funny... - Stra. Kobayashi gave Suzan one more look from under his lashes - I could have sworn he told us he came to the hotel on account of a donation from one of his investors...- Investors? - Suzan gasped, irritated – But we came here so he could get investors and...! - Realizing that everyone was looking at her with interest, Foster suddenly stopped talking, getting up from the table with a sour expression - If you'll excuse me, I think the drink made me sick. I am a little confuse. I'm going to bed for the rest of the night. - and so, without saying goodbye, Foster stomped out of the hall, probably in search of the groom who apparently no one knew exactly who he was or where he came from, including Suzan herself.- What an interesting situation, isn't it? - was all that Mr. Montenegro commented, with a veiled smile, a second bef
- And, allow me to say, what a beautiful dress, Stra. Knight. - Suzan interrupted him with a mean smile - It looks so modern, with that rounded silhouette and that blunt skirt. Anyone with no aesthetic taste could even say that his seamstress deserved a scolding...- Suzan! - her companion gasped, looking suddenly possessed, before quickly recovering, putting that artificially sympathetic expression back on her face – Forgive me, Stra. Knight. My dear fiancée Suzan comes from a humble background and sometimes fumbles with the meaning of some words, causing some indiscretions. - solemnly ignoring the revolted look that Foster threw at him, the man made that criticism facing Missy directly, with a seductive smile that was making Logan increasingly enraged - Why don't we continue our conversation that afternoon about investments, Stra. Knight? It would be a pleasure to hear the advice of such a refined and thoughtful lady again. If I may say so, even a party as exquisite as this isn't en
- I perceived. - Missy laughed - But I'm relieved that you five are fine. I was worried when I got to the room and found no one. - taking Hope in her arms, she looked at him with curiosity - But, what made you so distracted?- A ghost of Christmas past. - several of them actually, but Logan didn't add that comment as he continued to explain, realizing that Missy had become even more confused – Newton and Foster are here at the hotel, too. – he added cautiously, with a sigh.- Liam and Suzan? - Missy choked, stunned.- Yes, unfortunately. He is one of the employees at the hotel and she is apparently here because she has become the mistress of a rich man. - Logan rolled his eyes full of contempt - A man who, by the way, was in the same meeting as you, apparently. - he shrugged, while Missy blinked a few times, still shocked.- Heavens... I confess that of all the things I thought could happen when we were invited to visit the United Arab Emirates, this was the last of them. - to his tot
He was selfish. It was malicious. It was a plan full of ulterior motives. Damn, it was even a new lie, as he wasn't being completely truthful with Missy that her main motivation was just to help her get revenge. Yet he had impulsively proposed it to her, letting himself think only with his heart for the first time in his life.And, as if his heart thought the situation wasn't already complicated enough, he had given in to the impulse to confess his physical desire for her and kiss her for the first time right there, in the middle of her kitchen, even though he knew perfectly well that that it was far from the right time for them to share that kind of intimacy. Still, none of those conflicting emotions had been able to erase the emotion of that moment, when he finally knew the sweet taste of her lips and the softness of the curves of her delicious body, feeling a powerful wave of emotion and contentment run through him as he realized that she wanted him too. Damn it, with his mind as c