“Fuck, that’s so good … I can’t get enough of how tight you are, Lana,” he says in a soft tone, taking his big hands to my ass and squeezing my cheeks. Then, moving as if something had possessed him, he grabs my thong and pulls it against my outer thigh. I hear a ripping sound and then the fabric simply slides off my skin.
Grabbing my thong as he fucks me, he brings it up and presses it softly against my lips. I take a deep breath, feeling my musky scent climbing up my nostrils and leaving me completely dazed.
“Smells good, doesn’t it?” Anders says, and then he takes my thong to his mouth and he does the same, drawing long breaths and surrendering to the maddening scent of my pussy. “Fuck, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he continues, throwing my thong to the side and grabbing my ass again.
Maybe it was the scent of my pussy but, looking into his eyes, I see that a fire has ignited there. He starts thrusting upward, ramming his cock into my pussy with a kind of fatalistic intent; all of his inches move fast, sliding in and out of me, and I almost lose consciousness as I submit to the way he’s fucking me right now.
My pussy tightens up around his cock and then a violent orgasm simply explodes inside me, making my bones rattle and my muscles twitch and spasm as if I’ve been hit by lightning.
“Come for me, Lana…” he breathes softly into my ear, and that just amplifies the pleasure running through me right now. I don’t even think about what I’m doing; I just do it.
Rolling to the side, I make his cock pop out of me and then I go on all fours on the couch; I wiggle my ass back at him as an in
vitation, and he wastes no time. He kneels behind me and, caressing my cheek with his right hand, he then lifts it off me, but that only to bring it down again. He smacks my ass hard, and he does it over and over again; he does it so hard and so repeatedly that I just know I’ll have a hard time sitting down after this.
Not that I care.
“Fuck me… Just… JUST FUCK ME!” I beg him, shouting at the top of my lungs.
“You’re in charge,” I hear him laugh and then, a fraction of a second later, I feel the tip of his cock brushing against the length of my pussy. A second later and his twelve inches are once again sheathed to the hilt inside of me, their thickness demanding all the attention of my brain right now.
I can’t think, I can’t breath; right now, I can’t do anything except surrender.
And that’s exactly what I do: I surrender.
Grabbing the armrest of my couch hard, so hard that my knuckles have turned white, I remain frozen in place as Anders slams his hips against my ass, fucking me so viciously that I see fireworks going off behind my shut eyelids.
“Harder! Harder!” I beg of him and, each time I say it, he obliges. He starts fucking me so hard that I have no idea if I’ll ever be able to walk for the remainder of the day. And by God, it feels completely amazing.
By the time I feel his cock starting to spasm inside my pussy, I’m already on the verge of exploding once again. My muscles feel as if they’re on fire, a storm raging under my skin.
“Oh… my… GOD!” I shout, and that’s when the orgasm hits me at full force. Amplifying the whole experience, I hear Anders’ groans and, a moment later, the warmness of his semen spills inside my pussy.
His cock pulses over and over again, and it only takes him a couple of seconds to fill me up to the brim. I feel his cum dripping down my inner thighs and onto the couch, but what the hell—taking stains off my couch is the least of my concerns right now.
Moving slowly, Anders pulls his cock out of my pussy and, leaning in, he laces my waist with one arm; throwing himself back onto the couch, he sits down on it and pulls me after him. I let him pull me into him, and I sit across his lap, throwing one arm around his neck as I look into his eyes.
“I love you, Anders,” I tell him, leaning in and brushing my lips against his. “Thank you.”
“For what…?”
“For being here, with me,” I tell him.
“You’ll never have to thank me for that,” he says with a smile, caressing my face with the back of his hand. I just smile at him as a reply, but I know that he can read the sadness in my eyes. Despite how good this moment was, there’s a hole inside my chest this very minute. “You’ll miss him, won’t you?”
“I…” I start by trying to make up an excuse, but I quickly give up on it and settle for the truth. “Yes. Yes, I’ll miss him… We were one, the three of us,” I tell him, all of my sadness wrapping up my words.
“I know,” he just says, and pulls me into his embrace. “I know.”
29
Lana
Fourteen.
That’s how many days have passed since I found out that Logan signed me with Bad Boy Publishing. I still can’t believe that he did it, you know? After giving him all of my trust, he went and did something like this… I would've preferred for him to plunge a knife into my back, because this hurts more than a blade in my flesh.
But what I can do about it? Let me answer that for you: there’s absolutely nothing I can do. Nothing but wait until Grady reveals The Virgin Market at the Romance Guild conference, presenting it as a Bad Boy Publishing production.