- 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
Wanting both, she sucked him harder into her mouth, reaching her exhausted hands to caress the rest of the huge cock she couldn't swallow and gently squeeze the balls, which felt sore from being so heavy. It didn't take many touches for her to feel him flicker over her tongue and begin to come in long, hot spurts into her mouth. Her cum was thick and bitter, and as that thick cream rolled down her throat, she decided she liked the taste. They both moaned together as it continued to flow through her greedy mouth, until, feeling like she was about to choke, Missy withdrew it from between her lips, allowing a few thick spurts to spill over her face, before aiming the tip of her mouth. his cock pulsing down to her breasts, stroking to encourage him to continue to come abundantly, enjoying the feel of thick, creamy cum running down her face and breasts, marking her with white. - Missy… - Logan finally took a deep breath, the jets of cum finally becoming thinner as his orgasm ended and he h
There was no need to be so nervous. After all, she and Logan had dated before. And everything had been absolutely perfect. Perhaps the nervousness was just stemming from the rest of the tension she'd built up after her first therapy session that day. It had been good, but also bad at the same time. There were still a plethora of important aspects to mention – especially the issue of revenge – but that day, she and the therapist had spent a solid two hours talking about the incident and how it had brought up very old insecurities in her that, Missy had to admit, they had been with her for a long time. That feeling of insufficiency and insignificance had not been born on the night of the party, but had certainly been strengthened. And, as the therapist had told her, only she could fight those feelings. There were no magic formulas to cure it, just daily battles and a slow and gradual acceptance. With a sigh, struggling to be positive and thinking that both her therapy and the revenge p
- How dare you talk about my son like that? – Lauren raged, her voice so loud that her ear almost hurt – He deserved someone much better than you: prettier, more refined and more educated! But even so, he's done me the favor of putting up with dating you, and even after you've bruised his poor little nose, Liam is still willing to give you a chance, after I've talked it over with him. How can you be willing to throw all that away?! He's the best catch a bland girl like you could ever get! – she roared, furious – How can you be stupid enough to think that he really wouldn't look for something better at some point? It was almost his right, since you weren't able to make him happy! How could you not realize that it was you who caused him to have to look elsewhere for what he would never have with you? - This is not true! – Missy sobbed, now in tears, insistently trying to defend herself from those horrible words, which were being like knives in her already broken heart – I wasn't the cau
And all that time, Logan just held her tight, in total silence, never disturbing her or trying to urge her to stop crying. He just continued right there, beside her, like he'd promised. And it was mostly that gesture that gave her the strength not to allow herself to fall into that sea of anguish again. Because if there was one thing Lauren Newton lied about during that phone call, it was about all men being like her son. Liam never cared for her for a second, Missy knew now. He would never be able to wipe her tears or respect and expect her to recover in her own time. He would go in search of something to amuse him, instead of staying by her side. It was almost sad that Lauren didn't know men like Logan existed. A gentle, kind, considerate, sincere man... And that he would never do anything to break her heart. So, after several minutes of struggling to compose herself, she was finally able to speak, even though her voice was hoarse from crying. -Sorry...-Missy sniffed, a little
He had insisted that she put on pajamas, as she had said she liked. I mean, first he'd complimented her on her dress, told her she looked beautiful, and only then had he suggested it, in case she wanted to get more comfortable. It was somewhat of a tradition to be in your pajamas on Sutton game nights, so Missy had no problem agreeing. At least not until opening the drawers where she kept the hoodies she'd been wearing to sleep lately found them empty. That's when it dawned on her: they were all in the pile of dirty clothes she'd put in the washing machine minutes before she started getting ready for her date with Logan. Which meant she had no choice but to wear her real favorite pajamas, the same ones that were currently piled in the back of her last drawer, so her eyes wouldn't find them so easily. Because they all had some kind of print or themed figure: Sailor Moon, Disney, Star Wars... There wasn't even one that didn't remind her of her way of being and how... Most people judged
-Hmmm… – Missy looked away to her hands, which were nervously twisting in her lap, not quite knowing how to explain that without looking like a fool – Well, yes. You know... It was one of my dad's favorite movies. He was the one who started this tradition of taking some family time just to talk, eat popcorn and have fun, at least once a month. After… he was gone… – she swallowed – Megan and I decided that we would never let game nights die. That way... We could keep a part of him alive too. – Missy looked at her cell phone screen with a sad smile – And the Indiana Jones trilogy was one of his favorites. When I watch it, it doesn't just entertain me, you know? It seems... It seems that his memories become more vivid. – she admitted, still focused only on her hands – I know it doesn't make sense, but… Sometimes, as the movie goes by, everything looks so much the same as when I was a child and he hugged us… That I almost feel like he was still on my side. As if my memories of him had come
- Missy. – he interrupted her again, this time framing her face between his hands, to make her face him – Stop worrying about what I'm going to like or not. I wasn't just being nice when I said I wanted this night to be about you and what you like. It is the truth. I want you to introduce me to the things you love. And I want to see you smile while you do that. The intensity in his gaze disconcerted her, and hungrily she searched her memory to some game that could act as an intermediary between something she liked to do and something that maybe Logan already knew... - Do you know how to play poker? she asked suddenly, which seemed to surprise Logan. - Uh... Yes, I know – his eyebrows furrowed – Do you know? I confess that this was not what I expected. He laughed softly. - It's one of the games Megan and I have known since we were babies. – she explained, feeling the excitement of being able to tell him about it wash over her – My grandmother just loved it. We used to play for hours
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