- 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
- I know it's going to sound like I'm making it up. – Logan laughed – But… His name was Logan. – He smiled widely when he saw her gasp, delighted – This is another of the family traditions: every two or three generations, at least one man in the family must be called Logan. And here I am. – he shrugged – But, back to the story: they say that, one day, after some time governing that place, Knight... I mean, Logan... Well, he... - Logan pointed to the man on the tapestry, exasperated, which made her have to stifle her laughter, although that reaction gave her the impression that he didn't like being compared with his eponymous ancestor – He had a visit from a local old lady. Knight had saved her granddaughter from being raped, and for that, she wanted to reward him. When he asked her how she planned to do that… - Logan interrupted the narrative again, looking stiff, and when he spoke again, he did so with a sigh – She replied that she was a sorceress. And, as a reward for his good deed,
- Uh... Well, no... - Missy swallowed hard - Megan even told her those first three days, but... She just sent me a message saying that these things happen, that I should get over it and... - Missy blinked away a tear, trying to push that memory away, as she had done until that moment - I should take this as an incentive to improve the way I am and behave if I don't want this to happen again. she admitted in a fragile whisper. - What?! – Logan roared, revolted and scandalized – How could she say that? How could she not even have the consideration to come all the way over here to comfort you, instead of just sending you a message as rude as that? - It's okay, Logan, really. – Missy assured, wringing her hands nervously – I'm used to her personality. And I also know how busy she is. It's not like she can just hop on the first flight here from Paris whenever something happens to me. - It's what anyone in my family would do. he said through gritted teeth. - I know. - Missy smiled affect