Kicking Reality

“Really? What does my face say?”

“You want to end this conversation ’cause you need to get laid.”

I laugh softly. “I can’t argue that. And tell me what Wesley’s face says?”

“He’s a wild child. Always has been. You tamed him but boys like him can only be tamed for so long.”

“You’re telling me,” I huff. “And Farrah?”

“That I can’t tell. The plastic gets in the way.”

We both fall into a fit of laughter, our stomachs hurting until we manage to control ourselves.

“Don’t worry Em, I got your back.”

“Thanks Pop.” I hug her tight again, letting go and stroking her hair. “You’re one of a kind, you know. You should have been my twin.”

She clutches onto her stomach barely able to get her words out. “Vagina log ride. Your brother is something else.”

“That he is . . .” I respond, with the proudest smile on my face.

“There are no more questions. She is mine.”

~ Logan Carrington.

She’s laying on the bed.

I watch the way her body lays waiting for me; eyes wide with a curious yet frightened stare because she had no idea what I would do to her. Her innocence radiates; a part of her that remained untouched, at least, in my eyes—she belonged to me.

Despite my desperation to be inside her—taste her arousal all around me—I linger and savor the sight in front of me. Her eyes begin to wander, trailing down my torso and centering on my cock. The hunger consumes her. She licks her lips then bites her tongue, her chest moving up and down, the breaths hitched and barely audible.

“Are you done eye-fucking me?” she teases with a straight face. “I thought you had this grand plan to take me however you wanted me.

I’d fantasized about this moment for a long time, despite my reluctance to admit it. Emer

son had always been beautiful. She had this air of confidence that, for the most part, got her into trouble. She also had a sweet side, a side that not many people saw because she kept her circle tight.

She knew she had me. Laying in the hotel bed all sexy begging me to fuck her however I wanted. I needed to do things to her. Explore my animalistic side because we both agreed to have fun and she wanted this just as much as I did.

“You’re a tease.” Keeping my eyes fixed on hers, she moves her legs, spreading them to catch my attention. Her pussy is waiting desperately for attention. “I must be that good if you’re soaking wet just waiting for me.”

She spreads her legs wide, raising her knees to give me a more open look. Pouting her lips, she slides her hand between her legs and brushes against her clit. Fuck. What the hell is she doing to me?

“You mean this?” Her fingers graze the wet arousal glistening around her entrance. In small, circular motions, she rubs it gently before lifting her fingers to her mouth and tasting her arousal.

I swallow the giant lump in my throat, covering up my need to blow on myself by just watching her. I watch for a few more seconds before I’m on my hands and knees crawling towards her. When my body is positioned on top of her, she gasps when my cock flicks against her pussy.

“Logan,” she breathes my name. “I’m scared.”

Her short-lived confidence is shattered as she murmurs those words. I would never hurt her. I just wanted to show her a different type of pleasure.

“I won’t hurt you.”

“Physically, I know.”

There’s something in her eyes, a look that passes between us. Unsure of what that lingering emotion meant, I place my mouth on hers and kiss her deeply. As my cock begins to throb, threatening to give early, I break free from the kiss to control my urges.

“I will never hurt you.”