Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29728 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
His hand closed around mine on his cock.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. You’re a smart girl, Hailee. You knew that talking dirty would lure me in here, and just like you know I can only take so much teasing before I take matters into my own hands.”
He used my hand to stroke himself a times before guiding me off his cock completely. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of my shorts, he pulled them—along with my underwear—down and off my legs.
“God, you’re perfect,” he said.
My face warmed at his choice of words. I’d come a long way from the insecure, bullied high schooler I used to be, but some days were still better than others. I didn’t need validation from others to know I deserved good things, but it still felt nice to hear him say it.
Logan’s hands were suddenly everywhere, squeezing and caressing as he stripped off my pajama top. I was naked. His whirlwind touch overwhelmed me so much that all I could do was lie there and take what he gave me. He kissed and licked every inch of my body that he could reach, including my toes. I felt his love for me in every kiss, as well as his long-awaited pleasure at finally getting to possess me the way he’d always wanted to. He ran his hands up my inner thighs, his gaze locked onto my pussy. I whimpered as he slid his fingers through my wetness.
“You’re dripping for me,” he said, gliding a long, thick finger inside me. His thumb found my clit easily, rubbing in tight circles as he pumped his finger in and out. “Is this what you wanted, little Hailee? You wanted me to touch you just like this?”
“Yes…” My knees trembled as pleasure rang outward from my core. I wasn’t used to being touched like this by another person. The anticipation of the unknown sent my pulse sprinting.
“Look at you, so close already.” He sounded pleased and just as turned-on as I was. “You have no idea what watching you does to me. And now that I can touch you? Fuck… You’re going to ruin me.”
I cried out as he inserted a second finger inside me. “It’s so good.”
“That’s right, Hailee. Tell me what you like.”
“Please, keep going. Faster… I need it faster.”
“God, I love it when you beg.”
He captured my nipple between his lips, pulling on the hard bud while his hand refused to let up below my waist. I was so painfully close. I’d have done just about anything to come.
“Please,” I moaned. “Please, Logan, don’t stop. I need to come so bad.”
“Fuck, I can never say no to you,” he purred, turning his attention from one breast to the other. He added a third finger to the set inside me. I cried out in pleasure, arching my back and pressing the back of my head into the pillow.
My orgasm crested. I balled my hands around the sheets to keep myself grounded as I rode the wave. He never stopped pumping his fingers into my pussy or lavishing my breasts with attention. He prolonged my orgasm until my muscles gave out and I collapsed on the bed.
Bringing his hand to his mouth, he sucked his fingers clean with a satisfied groan. “You’re delicious. Just like I thought you’d be.”
I smiled languidly, still caught up in the haze from such an intense orgasm. But I sobered up quickly when he grasped his cock and began rubbing the head against my still-too-sensitive clit. Seeing his cock so close to my pussy made the reality of what was about to happen seem even more real. Logan was going to fuck me. No matter what happened after tonight, he would always be the first man I let inside me, and the second man I ever loved.
The first man on that list was locked up tight in a cold, concrete cell, hundreds of miles from here. But why was I even thinking about my stepdad right now? He had nothing to do with this. I could only imagine what he’d say if he knew what his brother and I had done tonight and were about to do. Not that I cared about his opinion; he’d lost the right to have one years ago.
Logan seemed to sense the shift in my mood. He drew back to study my face. “Do you still want to do this, Hails?”
I imagined stuffing all my thoughts and feelings about my stepdad into a suitcase and then shoving that suitcase out of sight beneath the bed.
“I do,” I said with confidence, placing my hand on his abdomen.
He smiled, looking relieved. “What about birth control? Are you still on the pill?”
Damn it. I had told him briefly that I was planning to get on the pill before school started. At the time, it had seemed like a good idea and the “adult” thing to do.