“Fuck, you’re clenching around Daddy’s cock. That’s tight. You’re a nasty girl, aren’t you?” He leaned down and pressed a kiss on my shoulder. “Daddy’s going to start fucking hard now, okay? It’s been years since Daddy’s been inside a woman, and I can’t hold back.”
“Fuck me as hard as you like, Daddy. I’ll take it.”
“Good girl.”
He kissed my shoulder once more, then straightened up behind me. Slowly he pulled out…and then he slammed in so hard, I felt myself pushed into the mattress. Before I could fully comprehend what had happened, he was already pulling out and thrusting in again, and again, and again at a punishing pace, so fast and hard it felt like my mind was going blank. My eyelids started to lower and I was vaguely aware of the whimpering noises I was making.
He reached around me, his fingers finding my clit, and that was the trigger. My body shook as I came, overwhelming pleasure making my vision white out. Distantly, I heard Logan curse as he stretched over me, heavy chest flattening against my back, his mouth behind my ear, moaning, hot breath tickling my neck. He thrust in one more time and his body went still as he unloaded.
After a few minutes, he pulled out, leaving me feeling oversensitive. He pressed a kiss on my forehead before disappearing into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he retuned, I was just starting to get cold, but he crawled into bed, his naked body warming mine.
“Did I do a good job?” I whispered, closing my eyes. I was surprisingly sleepy after all that.
“You were fucking perfect.” He kissed my forehead again and I suppressed a smile. I really liked when he did that. It was…romantic.
“Are you proud of me?”
“So proud of you.”
I burrowed my head into his chest, and we fell asleep like that, our limbs entwined.
The next morning, I woke up feeling warm and protected. Logan stirred, eyes blinking open and he gave me a lazy smile. “Mornin’,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep.
“Morning,” I replied. Then I remembered it was Sunday.
Logan caught my jaw, rubbing a thumb over my frown. “What’s wrong, baby?”
“Just…I’m leaving tomorrow.” I snuggled closer to him, remembering a second later that we were both naked, and his morning wood bumped against my hip.
“Hmm.”
I tilted my head. “What are you thinking about?”
His lips turned up in a small, sad smile. “You. College.”
My brows came together. “What do you mean?”
“You’re young, Willow. You’re pretty. You’re smart. You could have anyone. I’m sure college is full of boys who want you.”
“College boys are stupid,” I said, then winced. “Okay, maybe not all of them. But…it’s been different…spending time with you.” It wasn’t just because his looks were on another level to every other man I’d seen. It wasn’t just because he was older and incredible in bed. I liked hanging out with him. It felt…peaceful.
I wished I didn’t live four hours away. But even if I didn’t, there were a million reasons it wouldn’t work. He was twenty-four years older than me. And he was my ex’s boyfriend.
Even just imagining Tim’s face if he ever found out made me want to run and hide. I thought of what my sisters and parents would say if they knew. My dad would probably try to punch Logan in the face.
Besides, did Logan even want something serious with me? Or had this just been a fun fling for him. I knew he was attracted to me. But maybe he was only interested in sex. The thought made my heart sink, but I mustered up a brave face. “Let’s just enjoy our last day together,” I said in a light-hearted tone.
Emotions flickered over Logan’s face, too fast for me to read. “Alright,” he said eventually.
We made our way to the bathroom. I’d never been inside it before and saw the shower was more than big enough to fit both of us. Under the hot water, I dealt with Logan’s morning wood, and he immediately returned the favor, his talented fingers playing with my clit until I came while clutching the wall tiles.
We had pancakes for breakfast and wasted the morning and afternoon away in the lounge room. I had to readMiddlemarchfor a college class, so I did that while lying on the couch. Logan sat on the other end, my feet in his lap, thumbing his way through a copy ofRobinson Crusoe.
And it was perfect, just the two of us sitting in a quiet room, reading together.
Two hours later, the sun was starting to dip low, and I was getting restless. I kept my eyes on my book, but shifted my feet, massaging Logan’s thighs.
In the corner of my eye, I saw him glance at me, but I pretended I didn’t notice, innocently flipping the page.
