Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46846 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” I whisper. “You’re huge.”
“Push your tits together.”
My hands move to do what he says immediately, without any hesitation. He leans down, the angle looking a little awkward, but then he slips his cock between my breasts and lets out a low groan.
I whimper as I move my hands, arranging myself, so his massive, heaving dick is in the best spot. He grunts and starts moving, staring down all the while as if hypnotized by the thrusting motion.
“Perfect virgin tits,” he says, voice trembling. “Fuck…moan for me, Lucy. I can’t believe how close I am.”
I do as he says, confidence flooding into me, washing away the nerves and the uncertainty as his breath gets quicker.
His lust grows. His need inflames.
I’m pushing him closer and closer to the edge, his cock making tingling friction on my breasts, driven by his panting and his animal unleashing.
We lose ourselves in this, with Logan reaching down and cradling my shoulders as he fucks my breasts, his growls turning into stilted moans. I’m sure I can feel his cock getting somehow bigger, swelling against my breasts.
Then he opens his mouth in a roar, primal and deep, the roar of a man who only ever wants one woman.
Who only wants me.
Hot come fires from the end of his huge cock, splattering onto my chest and a little on my chin, warm as it drips down my body. He keeps going, fucking my breasts faster as more spills out of him.
Finally, he takes a couple of stumbling steps back.
Pulling up his jeans, he turns abruptly, leaving the room… he stamps down the stairs.
Where is he going?
He leaves me here, covered in his come, with no explanation.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Logan
I stop myself as I walk into the office, closing my eyes as burning red pulses in my vision, telling me I have to give her the truth and let events take their course.
That’s why I basically ran down here…
I was on the edge of telling her.
Everything.
But now I stop, look back up the stairs as though coming to my senses. The haze of the release has passed, making thinking a little easier.
Walking across the office, I go into the bathroom, grab some tissue paper, and then return to the staircase.
I’d never leave her like that.
It was preservation, both of myself and her desire for me, that made me run. If I’d blurted it out right then, there’s no way of knowing how she’d feel.
In a deranged way, I wish my need was lesser somehow, that it didn’t go as far as a house, a family, a marriage, and a life together. But the second I think that my whole body goes hot, as though ready to protect the possessive impulse at all costs.
And the truth is I can’t imagine life without this conviction, not now I’ve felt it.
Lucy is standing at the window when I walk into the room, changed back into her dress.
“I thought you could use some of these,” I tell her.
She turns, frowns gently, then walks over and takes the tissue from my hand. “Thank you.”
“No.” I try for a smirk, feeling slightly more in control now that she’s not naked, just a tiny bit. “Thank you, Lucy. That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
She laughs, then stops when I don’t join in. “Come on. We didn’t even have sex. How can that be true?”
“Best sexual experience then.” I shrug. “It’s the truth.”
“It can’t be,” she says firmly, walking over to the trash can and dropping the tissue paper in. She turns to me quicker this time, a snapping motion. “It literally can’t be, Logan. I’ve seen the tabloids. I know the sort of women….”
It’s like she can’t finish the thought, as though the idea of me with somebody else is as painful as it would be the other way around.
The thought of her touching another man makes me want to puke.
“Lucy, I haven’t had sex in over a decade.”
She walks right up to me, her face turning red. She looks like she’s going to slap me any second.
“Why ruin this?” she hisses. “We had… something here. Something more than I thought. It was good. And now you’re going to start telling lies, telling me what you think I want to hear.”
I step forward, rising to her challenge. She’s sparked up, as though electricity is surging through her, eyes wild in a way that has my manhood stirring again.
“Why do you give a damn when I last had sex?” I snarl.
“I…I don’t.”
She turns and stalks back to the window, letting out an angry huff. I can’t help but smirk as I watch her, wondering if she likes me in more than a physical level… maybe there’s something on her side, not the same as me, but closer than I thought.
“You could’ve fooled me.”
“Is this funny to you?” she asks, without turning her back. She wraps her arms around herself.