Page 68 of Puck Drop
Elizabeth lets go of my hand and walks over to where her father is sitting. She touches his face with tenderness, her love and affection for him obvious.
“I love you, daddy, but you’ve always been alone since mom died. Or you always refused to bring anyone around, most likely for my benefit.” She smiles with sadness. “You enclosed us both in a bubble that I was dying to burst out of. Logan made me happy when we first met, and he still makes me happy now. I hope it works out between us. I think we owe it to each other to try, don’t you?”
Mr. Brown stares at her for the longest time. I am convinced that she got through to him, but then he proves me wrong.
“You are making a mistake,” he repeats his words from earlier. “You are going to regret it, and you are going to come back to me to help you out,” he predicts.
At this point, I had enough of this. I walk to where he is at the head of the table and once again grab Elizabeth’s hand.
“We are going to go now,” I tell him. “Call us when you are ready to actually have a decent relationship with your daughter.”
His face goes blank, and I worry for a second that maybe I went too far. But then I remember all the spiteful things he threw at both if us, and all the pain he inflicted on his own daughter in doing so.
I walk us out, heading straight for the door where I hand the valet my ticket for my truck. As we wait, neither I nor Elizabeth say a word. Instead, we replay in our own heads the events from the last twenty minutes.
Longest twenty minutes of my life.
TWENTY-TWO
Elizabeth
"I want more, Logan,"I tell him as I bounce up and down in his lap.
He is more than ready to oblige, pushing his hips higher as his heels dig into the mattress. His hands are on my breasts, with his fingers squeezing my nipples in an almost painful way.
The pleasure invades my body, but there’s just that ultimate goal that seems to be out of reach. No matter how hard I try, I just can’t come.
I look down at Logan, watching the sweat running down his body, making him look hotter yet. Everything that he does to me is a turn on, that’s why it is so frustrating that I can’t get what I want out of this.
Suddenly, he lifts me up and slams my back against the mattress. He moves so fast, that I don’t even know which way is up. The loss of him inside of me is painful, it’s a void that nobody else can ever fill.
"What are you doing?" I ask when he hovers over me and sinks his teeth into my left breast. The bite is just enough to getme going again, so I bring my legs and wrap them around his waist, hoping that we are on the same page, and he will just slide back into me. Unfortunately, he seems to have other plans.
"You are so beautiful," he murmurs against my overheated skin. "You are my fantasy come to life. I want you all the time…" His words touch me in places inside of me that make my love for him grow.
He licks down my body until he reaches my hip bones. He places open mouthed kisses on each one, then runs his tongue in between them and across my lower belly, leaving a wet mark behind. I feel my juices flowing and wet the bed. Under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t like that at all. But I am too much out of my head to care about anything remotely sanitary.
Without much warning, he places his thumbs on each side of my pussy, spreading me out to him. Then, I watch as histonguecomes out and licks my most sensitive spot. It’s like electric shocks going through mybody, but they stop before I have a chance to make the most of them. He repositions himself in between my legs, his mouth seeking my opening, and his eyes glaze over with pleasure at the prospect of licking me clean
"Logan!" My voice bounces off the walls when his mouth finally makes contact. My hands dive into his hair, pulling hard, but unable to help myself.
The tip of his tongue dips inside of me, going in deeper and deeper until his entire mouth is on me. He drinks me like I am the last glass of water on earth.
I let go of his hair, bringing my arms above my head. My hands find the bars on his headboard, and I clutch them like my life depends on it. Logan‘s hands are now on my legs, spreading me out to the point where it’s a little painful, but I don’t care. I want him to do everything to meuntil we are both spent and happy.
He continues his ministrations on the most private part of my body until I have literal tears running down my face. I crave my orgasm, and I am convinced that I will die if it doesn’t happen. Just when I think that I can’t handle anymore, Logan sits up on his knees. He lifts one leg while straddling the other, the tip of his cock perfectly lined up with my entrance.
"Logan," I think I say. My vocal cords don’t seem to want to work.
He stares at me with his hair all over the place, eyes burning holes into my very soul. My vision goes blurry when he finally pushes inside of me. His head drops back and eyes close while his hips get to work.
I have no idea if it is the position he has me in, or just the way he prepped me for it, but I suddenly can't think straight. I am in a completely different headspace where I am floating up in the clouds. The only other human in my universe is Logan Mantei, and he makes me the happiest I have ever been in my entire life.
"Logan," I somehow manage to croak out just as I let go. "I love you..." At least I think I say that last part.
My body feels weightless as Logan drops my one leg before positioninghimself in between my thighs. I continue my tight grip on the headboard while he pounces into me. Before long, his movements become more erraticuntil he finally lets go. Even after he comes, his hips continue moving for a while, more out of reflex than anything else.
"I love you, too," he murmurs against my ear right before placing the sweetest kiss on my lips.
