- Fuck yes! – he growled, almost angry – Any son of a bitch will have to walk over my corpse, if he wants to feel what that perfect pussy swallowing a cock feels like. Or if you want to feel how tight that ass is... - he growled between whispers, making her cry out when he stuck the tip of his middle finger in her ass, widening her hitherto untouched entrance, making her whimper at the equal amounts of estrangement. and pleasure. It was a bittersweet sensation, but as she continued to push her pussy against his cock, unable to stop, the movements drove his finger deeper into her, causing a deliciously painful sensation that she couldn't explain, just feel, as both of them felt. her entrances trembled and twitched as they were fucked very well. - Look, what a happy little bitch. - He growled severely, intensifying his thrusts when he noticed that she was on the verge of an orgasm - Ready to come, with a cock stretching her pussy and a finger deep in her ass, but even so she still wants
- Logan! Missy exclaimed, completely euphoric as she flung open the door to his office. Logan, who was sitting at his desk looking at something on his computer screen with a serious and stern expression, looked up immediately, breaking into a huge smile as soon as he saw her, which lit up his features completely, making him look almost different. men. Still overcome with joy, Missy didn't even hesitate before literally running across her office, throwing herself into his outstretched arms and hugging him around the neck as she fell into his lap, beaming. - I did it, Logan! Finished my software! Even the smallest adjustments! He is officially ready! she announced in ecstasy. - Congratulations love. – Logan smiled and her heart swelled when she realized how much he looked not only extremely happy, but also obviously and deeply proud of her – We need to celebrate! – he tightened his arms around her waist with a seductive expression, before returning his attention to the computer screen
She remained hugging him, her face resting on his hair, until she realized that the silence that enveloped them was taking too long. Worried that she might have said something that displeased him, Missy lowered her gaze to his expression again, and was surprised to see that he looked stunned and delighted, almost disoriented. - Logan? – Missy called him, more and more worried – Are you okay? Was it something I said? - Not. No, love, of course not…' He shook his head gently a few times, and when he looked up at her again, there was an emotion there so intense and so unfamiliar to her that Missy felt her body go tense, no reaction – Just… It will be an honor to take you with me, if that's how you feel. – he finally spoke, after another moment of silence, with an absurdly beautiful smile. - And I'll be honored to share with you something you love. Missy admitted, leaning down to give him what she knew the two of them would soon turn into much more than a kiss. - Missy, why are you cry
Shaking her head to dispel the ghost of that disturbing thought, Missy looked back at him, surprised to find that he now looked haggard. - Did something happen? – she asked, anxiously – Did I say something wrong or…? - No, I'm fine, don't worry. It's just tiredness after a long week at work. – he gave a small smile that didn't reach his eyes and quickly looked away to the stage below them, still looking disappointed about something – The congratulations to the pianist are almost over. – he commented, finally making her realize that they were almost alone in the small community theater, with the seats downstairs and the other boxes almost completely empty, while the orchestra started to collect the instruments – I think we should go. - Yes of course. – She got up quickly, still worried about his wild expression – You look so down… You should go straight to your house and get some sleep. I can order a taxi for myself and... - I honestly unlearned to come home without you. – He smiled
Even confused by what he meant by "forced," Missy could only listen, stunned and heartbroken, to everything he had said, absorbing every word as if it were a bundle of thorns passing through her throat. Everything about that situation, the suffering of Tristan Knight, of the whole family, of Logan… it made her feel so helpless and agonized. Her body was tense and at the same time weak, trapped in the anguish of wanting to do something to ease that past suffering, even knowing that he couldn't do anything to remedy what that woman had done. Thus, still in total silence, she remained holding his hand on the steering wheel, until she finally found enough strength within herself to be able to speak again, albeit in a very fragile way. - Could you tell me more good things about your grandfather? – she asked shyly, anxious to get him to talk about happy things and to wipe those fierce shadows from his expression – Like when he talked to you about playing the piano, maybe? Logan remained wi
- And this tie, dad and I chose together. Stifling a laugh, Missy watched as Logan happily accepted the brightly colored tie Eleanor was handing him with a huge, sparkling smile on her sweet little face. Right next door, sitting on one of the sofas in the living room where everyone was, Paul didn't hesitate to burst out laughing, especially when his brother-in-law hugged and thanked Ellie vehemently, as if she had just given him the greatest of precious things. - Thank you darling. Now I'll be able to walk around my office with much more style... - He looked at the tie inside the transparent packaging - And lots of colors. - You can wear it to your wedding! – Eleanor suddenly suggested, making everyone freeze, shocked – So I can also give you the gift of being your maid of honor! - She inherited all this humility from your side of the family, love. - Missy, who was completely petrified with embarrassment, heard Diana whispering softly to her husband. - I will certainly love to acc
- Thank you my dear. – Gwyneth whined, kissing her temple lovingly – Thank you for doing this for our son… Thank you for being in his life. And for making him so happy. - I'm the one who should be saying these things... - Logan sniffed, looking a little more composed as he cupped Missy's face between his hands, pulling her into a soft, warm kiss - You, Melissa Sutton, are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you very much... - he looked at her deeply and intensely, while another tear escaped from the corner of her eye - For existing. For being with me. For making me so happy... Thank you... For everything. He finally sighed, his deep voice completely choking. - Seeing you so happy is the greatest thanks I could receive. – she confessed, tightening her arms around his chest, before putting herself on tiptoes so she could whisper against his ear – You spent so much time taking care of your family, your agency, me… But you deserve it. that someone takes care of you a little to
- Logan... Moaning in utter ecstasy, Missy wrapped her hands around the cool glass at the end of Logan's office desk, looking for something to lean on as his hands were firmly around her ass, moving her toward the frantic swell of her hip against hers as his cock invaded her, caressing every tiny sensitive spot in her folds. - That's it, love... - he growled, his voice, full of desire, just loud enough to overcome the loud sound of skin against skin that filled the environment - Fuck, say my name! I want to hear you scream while I come in that tight little pussy. Lost in pleasure, Missy happily complied, letting her loud gasping moans shamelessly come out of her throat, especially when he pulled one of her legs up onto the table, exposing her opening even more, allowing his cock to dig deep inside her, reaching depths she didn't even know existed. "Oh, Logan…" she half-whimped and half-screamed, twisting her sensitive nipples between her fingers as she felt him sink a finger, wet f