Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 66565 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 333(@200wpm)___ 266(@250wpm)___ 222(@300wpm)
Oh fuck, she’s so beautiful tied up and laid out underneath me like a feast. She’s still twisting and writhing, no doubt trying to get more friction on her clit or her breasts but she won’t find either.
Though that doesn’t mean I won’t tease her with what she won’t ever have again. I press my cock between the valley of her luscious breasts.
And almost pass out from the filthy fucking picture it makes.
I have to defile her smooth, blemish free skin. I have to mark her as fucking mine. I fist my cock painfully and drag up and down. I grab my balls roughly and squeeze, then go back to stroking myself.
“Please, Logan, I want to see,” she whimpers.
“Quiet,” I growl, one hand still firmly in place over her eyes. She’ll never see me vulnerable like this. But I still have to mark her. I’ve never felt a more carnal drive in my whole fucking life.
“No, fuck quiet,” I suddenly decide. “Beg me,” I demand. “Beg to be painted in my cum.”
She swallows hard and a shudder runs through her body. “Please Logan. I- I want your cum. I want every part of you. I want to feel your cum on my tits. I- I need it. I want to feel you spurt so hot on me. I want you to rub it in and claim me—”
“Oh fuck,” I groan and I can’t hold it back any more.
“Logan, make me dirty with your cum—”
Cum jets out of my cock so hard it splatters all over her tits and into the hollow of her throat. Her back arches and she thrusts her breasts out to receive even more of my cum, which just keeps shooting out in the most powerful fucking spurts I’ve ever experienced.
And then I do just as she begged. I rub it into every inch of her breasts, massaging and marking her with my cum like it’s the most expensive lotion.
When I’m done, we’re both panting like we’ve run a marathon.
I want to collapse on top of her. I want to hold her to me. I remember the one and only night we spent together back when she was really my girl. Or at least back before the world had corrupted her.
Maybe she was always this...this deceitful thing, and I just couldn’t see it back then. But no, she was just a young woman in pain. I truly don’t believe there was malice in her back then. Although I don’t know if I can even trust myself anymore. Everything I thought I knew… I was such a fool, so blindsided by what was to come.
But for awhile, I thought I could still hold everything together. Her father’s company. Her. I thought we could make it, that I could be strong enough for all of us.
She blinks up at me in the darkness, those luminous eyes that I so long mistook for soul-searching. I break her gaze and roughly undo her wrists. “Get your beauty sleep. You’ll need it, considering what I have planned for you tomorrow.”
Fifteen
7 Years Ago
Daphne
“Wake up, sleepy kitten,” Logan’s gently teasing voice wakes me. “We’re home.”
I blink open my eyes. We went for another beach outing, something we’ve done several times this summer, even though it’s not even technically summer anymore. September’s just begun but that meant the beaches were less populated.
Logan and I swam in the ocean like we always do, my favorite part since it’s an excuse for him to sometimes put his hands on me. Like an idiot, I live for those touches.
But things have been so bad at home that I was especially eager for the escape today. Because I’m a terrible person. Eager to leave her ill mother and worried, moody, anxious father… But Mom told me to go, said she’d be angry if I didn’t.
And the day on the golden sand, stretched out beside Logan, counting the freckles on his arm and dreaming up new constellations from the way they’re arranged while the waves crashed in the background and the sun warmed my skin…heaven.
My whole body is still relaxed from the day as I sit up in the truck, still sleepy. “What time is it?” I reach for my phone only to find it’s run out of battery.
“About nine o’clock.”
“Wow.” I scrub my face, the smell of salt and sand permeating Logan’s truck. “Sorry to just conk out on you like that.”
He smiles sideways at me as he pulls into the driveway in front of Thornhill. “Don’t be. You’re angelic when you sleep.”
His eyes linger on me and the intensity that seems to occasionally spark between us lights up like a firecracker in the small space of the cab.
I want to reach out and touch his face. I want to climb his body like I did in the ocean when I pretended to be afraid of something in the water even though I knew it was really just seaweed catching at my feet.