After so many hours, Missy was finally able to relax. All night, she'd been tense around Logan, wondering when exactly he'd make good on his promise to read one of his erotic books aloud to her—something that, frankly, Missy still hadn't decided whether she'd consider terribly embarrassing or terribly embarrassing. exciting. Those readings were her little "guilty pleasure" and, as much as she really enjoyed them, there were always so many mean and demeaning comments directed at them that she just couldn't muster up enough courage to talk about them with the same familiarity that she did with them. science fiction or fantasy genres, for example. So, as much as she truly found the novel as worthy and fun a genre to follow and comment on as any other, it never seemed wise to air her preference to other people, even those who also enjoyed reading, since it almost certainly did. that she would become a joke. So there was still a part of her that was mortified that Logan had found out abou
- "Suddenly, she saw: lying on the bed, making a much bigger bulge under the sheets than she ever remembered seeing her grandmother's frail body make, was an apparently sleeping figure, snoring softly as the fabric filled with ruffles rose and fell. With a fond smile, Lynn hurried to her grandmother's bed, feeling sorry for the poor thing. That autumn had been unnaturally cold, but the night before had been especially chilly, especially for an old lady with a cold. the bedside table the basket full of breads, cheeses and jams that she had prepared earlier that day, Lynn gently put her hand on the place where her grandmother's shoulder was, wanting to wake her, while listening to the sound of someone breathing deeply. However, instead of finding the fragile softness of her grandmother's thin arm, she found something rigid and muscular. Startled, she was ready to scream, when a sweet but extremely hoarse, almost male voice interrupted her. - My dear! I'm glad you came to see me...-her s
- Do you have any idea how difficult it was, having to see you so close to me, but at the same time so far away? - He growled, giving a firm thrust between her legs that made her gasp - Wanting you... Wanting to be able to rip that idiot you used to walk with into a thousand pieces... A bastard like that would never deserve you, I knew that very well. ... He didn't know anything about you, he didn't treat you as you deserved... But since I thought that was what you wanted, I resigned myself to just watching... - He shook his head, troubled, until his Fierce eyes focused on her again, filled with a determination so deep, Missy could only gasp in amazement – And now, from this night forward, my love, I will not hold me back. No longer will I hide, pining for you from a distance. Tonight, I'm going to make you mine. Forever. – he promised, making Missy's stomach clench with a deliciously intense tension – So just take off that innocent little outfit, my sweet little Red Riding Hood, becau
Until he came too, sending jets and jets of hot, thick cum spurting all over his abdomen, but especially where Missy's face, almost like his cock was looking for her. And even though she was still incapacitated from coming so hard, Missy was able to stick her tongue out of her mouth, feeling the thick cream fall onto parts of her cheeks, her neck, even parts of her mouth and her breasts, and also in her mouth, as if he were accepting the invitation for her to swallow him. It was only when he was at the end of his orgasm, after he had literally showered her with semen, that Missy was able to reach out a trembling hand and grab that still throbbing cock, slowly licking the very sticky head before starting to drink. sucking it in, as you would a straw, wiping the last traces of his orgasm away as you reveled in that stinging bitterness of his pleasure spreading across her tongue. - You little dick-eater… – Logan growled when she finally let his cock free, turning her head to find him gla
Some time passed – seconds, minutes, or maybe hours, as Missy was simply not in a position to tell – before she could even regain consciousness again. All she could make out for a while was a very pleasant smell of coffee and toast, until, little by little, she woke up, finally realizing that she had fallen into a deep sleep after such an intense night. Opening her eyes slowly, yawning, she realized she was in Logan's room and she couldn't help but smile widely when she saw him, dressed only in a pair of pants and bare-chested, sitting beside her, a bed tray spread out. on the legs and filled with toast, muffins, fruit and coffee. - You did this all for me? - It was the first thing she could think to ask, as she pulled the sheet to hide her naked body and sat down next to him. Of course, it wasn't the first time he'd made her breakfast. In fact, the first was on that fateful day, which also marked the first time he had helped her. To her surprise, the memory didn't hurt as much as she
- How did you get? – despite being obviously disappointed, Daniel also looked shocked – Were you really able to sleep with someone? I thought you finally changed your mind, son! – that growl sounded frustrated – I thought I finally understood that this isn't a curse, as you always thought. What happened to your brilliant plan to...? - Father! – Logan panted, sounding almost panicked – Listen: I don't have time for this right now! I promise I'll come to Sunday lunch this time, but you two have to leave right now and... - Although? – Gwyneth practically snarled, hurt like Missy had never seen – How do you think I can leave now that I know my son is going back to square one? Logan… – she lamented, disturbed – Do you really think that continuing in denial is the way to go? Even after all you've suffered? Listen, I have nothing against this girl who might still be here, whoever she is, but do you really think it's okay to kid yourself like that? It won't go away so easily. You need to get
- You know she won't disappear if you walk away from her for, like, two minutes, right? Cracking a smile, while Logan was still opening the passenger door so she could get out of his car, Missy spotted her older sister standing beside Devon on the Knights' lawn, watching Logan's every move with an astuteness that only she owned. Laughing, Missy hurried over to where she was and enveloped her little sister in a bear hug. Not that she was very tall herself, after all, the two of them shared the short stature and slight build of the women in her paternal family, but there was no denying that Megan, at just 5' 1" was especially gifted with the genes of the Sutton. - I had decided to go to your house yesterday. - Her older sister told, as soon as they finally let go - But then Gwyneth told me that she had convinced Logan to share you a little and I was incredulous. – Megan turned her attention to Logan with a grimace that was a mixture of amusement and irritation – That's why I decided to
- You... Do you really think so? She swallowed hard, trying to hold back the tears of joy that suddenly threatened to spill over. Of course, she would never doubt Megan's love, but she hadn't grown up among the Knights. From the first moment she was introduced to them, she had been afraid of not fitting in, of not being accepted into that family. And, ironically, Logan's first reaction to her had fueled those fears even more. But time had passed and the Knights had become as much a second family to her as they were to Megan. Still, hearing that from Logan and seeing how truly they had been not only worried about her these last few weeks, but also happy and relieved to see her again that day, had touched her deeply, even more than she'd realized. - Of course they do. It's impossible not to love someone like you, Missy, who brings joy and sweetness everywhere she goes. – he distributed soft kisses over her face, almost as if he were drying invisible tears – Every little detail of you is