by Chase, Jenna
“You would still be hot. In fact, I will pencil it into my schedule to make sure that’s the first thing I tell you after happy birthday.”
“You’re already planning ahead that far?”
“Hell yes I am.”
I’m only twenty. That means Logan’s already thinking about being with me in another five years… maybe longer…
That’s it. I’m unzipping my own dress and joining him in the no shirt club. Boom. Before Logan can say “nice rack!” the bust of my dress is dropping to my waist. I hope he likes navy blue bras, ‘cause I sure do.
“Nice. Rack.”
It’s a pushup bra, so you know what that means… I look way bigger in the chest than I actually am. When I look at myself in this type of bra, though, I feel so sexy, even if it’s for me. I may be a C-cup, but my weight distributes in a way that makes me look smaller than that. I don’t doubt that as I get older things will fill out more, but for now, at the ripe age of twenty and a few months in change, I’m gonna give myself all the boosts I can get, especially if it makes this amazing man sport something new in his pants. Can you say hello Mr. Johnson?
“Glad you appreciate the female form as much as you do.” I act like I’m going to shimmy all the way out of my dress, but I’m doing it purely to make my breasts shake in their cups. I catch my reflection in a nearby mirror. Shit, I’d be into me right now! “Except I don’t want to give you the whole package tonight. Take off all the clothes you want, Logan, but my bra is staying on. Cups up and everything.”
“But I can rip off your panties?”
“You can rip them off and keep them.” I lift my skirt so he can see my black pair of delicates. “Let’s leave something to the imagination, though.”
“Don’t know how. Your nipples stick out like crazy.”
I look down. He’s not wrong. I’m apparently already so aroused that my nipples are pitching tents in my bra like Logan’s cock is pitching a full campsite in his jeans.
“You like?”
“I love ‘em, Daph.”
I approach Logan, my dress still hanging from my waist. “Remember that time at the premier?” My hands touch him – my arms encircle him. I want to feel his strength surging against me, but I know now is not the time. “You licked me right off your fingers.”
“How could I forget? I’ve been thinking about it ever since the day it happened. Just the thought of that Italian fuckhead getting to do that to you…”
Like Cristiano would ever do something like that. He probably likes sex with the lights off too. “You could do that again, you know.”
“Third base? Nice.” Logan squeezes me, and instead of fearing for my fragile ribcage, I feel that surge of power that I’ve been craving. I also feel his erection pushing into my abdomen. No way am I going to protest that. “Do I get anything for my glorious efforts?”
“Besides my pussy all over your face? I’m sure we could swing something for you, Logan…” My hands wander to his jeans. I know the denim is obscuring a lot, but I remember how hard and… ahem… he felt in my hand at the premier. Things better go farther tonight. I don’t want to just jerk him off a little. I want to feel him come.
In my mouth.
Before that, though, Logan is going to toss me up into his arms and parade me to the bed in the center of the room. I laugh in adventurous glee as he gently places me on the bed. I laugh even harder when he slams his face into my cleavage and covers my skin in hard, wet kisses.
It’s like a switch goes off. Again. Logan and his switches.
“Oh…” I’m not laughing any longer. I’m moaning. Now that I feel more comfortable around him, I really let it loose. Not just the moans, but the undulations of my body, the heat ripping through me, my hands covering his head as I push him farther and farther down toward my navel – which he plunders with his tongue. “Eat my pussy,” I whimper. “Do whatever you want to it with your tongue. Make me come.”
“Not just my tongue, Daph.” That growl is back in his voice. Kill me! Fuck me, too, while you’re at it! “I’m going to make that night at the premier feel like child’s play.”
He better make good on his promise, because I’m about to lose my damned mind!
Logan Dean is a fucking tease. I don’t want to hear anything else from anyone else. You could present me with a long list of women he’s slept with, and every one of them could say, “He’s totally not a tease, though,” and I would call bullshit. Because the next five minutes? Some of the most frustrating of my life! Don’t get me wrong. It feels really fucking good, but when you’ve got one of the hottest men in the world constantly rubbing your slit through your underwear and kissing your inner thighs as he inhales your scent like it’s the strongest aphrodisiac he’s ever encountered… you’re going to be frustrated! There’s no getting around it. Not that you want to get around it.
“Oh my God, Logan!” My hands yank on his hair as he pulls aside – rips aside – my panties and feasts on my waiting pussy. I’ve never had a guy go for it like he does. Most of the guys I’ve been with act like it’s an obligation. Oh, well, it’s probably time to go down on me. Half-ass it. Secretly – or not so secretly – hate it and think it’s beneath them. Not Logan. This man loves to devour some pussy. He’s all up in there, tongue slamming against my clit and dipping deep into my center. His lips wrap tightly around one of my nether lips and sucks. I’ve never had a guy do that before! When Logan’s gaze meets mine, my back arched as I hold myself up and watch him go down on me, I completely come undone. “Yes!” I cry, breathless. “Make me come!”
He tilts his head so his tongue touches my clit. His finger dips into my wetness. Then another finger. My legs instinctively spread wider so both of his thick fingers can go deeper. Deeper. My hips rise to make this easier for him.
“Fuck!” I slam my head back and close my eyes. Between his fingers furiously fucking me, pounding my pussy until I swear to the cosmos that’s his cock in there, and his tongue making hard and heavy love to my clit… I’m gonna explode. “Harder! I know you can do it harder!”
My fantasies of him taking me hard and rough return. If Logan’s mouth wasn’t occupied with better ventures, I’d beg him to talk nasty to me. He’s the only man I’ve met who I think could do that and not make me feel like shit. For the briefest moment I think about telling him to go ahead and slam his cock into me and take me like I deserve to be taken. Yet I manage to hold true to my convictions. It helps that I’ve already started coming when Logan’s fingertips find my G-spot.
The bed covers come undone thanks to my grabby hands. The whole room is a dark blur as I squeeze my eyes so hard that I think I’ve gone blind. I’m pretty sure my heart stops. All it takes is two seconds of a blissful stillness to overtake me before I thrash beneath Logan’s weight and come harder than I ever thought possible with a guy.
“Don’t stop!” I cry, hips thrusting against his face, his hand. “Fuck me, Logan!”
It’s the longest orgasm ever. The intensity never stops. Honestly, I think I’m starting to have an out of body experience. Women aren’t meant to take this level of passion for such an extended period of time!
I only come down from Heaven because Logan finally relents. A gasp erupts in the room as he comes up for air. He shakes out his hand after pulling out his magical fingers. I’m still shuddering in orgasmic aftershocks. With my legs lazily spread open, my wetness easily drenches my skin and the lingerie Logan has already claimed for himself. Part of his plan.
“Shit,” I gasp. Is this real? Is this Earth? Why is Logan straddling my stomach and hovering above my face. Oh. He’s going to kiss me and make me breathe my own sexual scent. Fuck that’s hot! I can taste myself all over his lips and tongue. His mouth is nothing but me.
“You’re so fucking hot.” Logan squeezes my breasts. I half expect him to rip my bra off, but he behaves. I’ve found the one guy who honors my wishes even when he’s being a shit! “It’s taking every ounce of restraint to not fuck you ma
d, Daphne. You don’t know how much I want to. Can you hear me? I want to fuck your pussy until my cock comes all over it and owns it.”
Yeah. Yeah, that sounds pretty damn good.
“So you better make what you’re going to do for me good. If you’re lucky, I won’t come in your throat in the first few seconds. I sure as hell can’t make any promises right now.”
That’s what I planned on giving him anyway, but hearing him basically demand it is turning me on again. My legs close. My hands lightly grasp his muscular arms. My voice weakly says, “Tell me to do it, Logan. I love it when you take control.”
He gets off me and plops onto the end of the bed. His cock is already sticking out of his jeans by the time I get my act together and crawl over to him. “Get on your knees, Daph. I didn’t say those things to reporters because I thought you were actually a good girl.”
Logan has no idea how nasty I can be. Especially since this is probably the first time I’ve ever been excited to kneel on a hotel room floor and suck a guy off.
His strong musk hits me before I even touch him. The Daphne who hated this guy would have been so disgusted. The Daphne who wants him to completely destroy me during sex, though? Holy shit holy shit holy shit!
“That’s right.” Logan coils my hair around his hand as my lips lower to his cock. I don’t even know where to begin. So I let my lips fall where they want, right against the middle of his hard shaft. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Look at you. Kneeling between my legs with your dress half off and your panties soaked. If that’s not a bad girl, then I don’t know what is.”
Call me a bad girl one more time, Logan. Make me own it!
I look to him for approval as I spread my lips over the head of his cock and firmly grip his shaft with my dominant hand. His taste is otherworldly. Seriously. I mean that. I’ve tasted my fair share of cocks so far in my life, and this one doesn’t make me gag at all – not like that, anyway. I’m down for this hottie gagging me in other ways, though.
I’m not disappointed. He sings my praises as I lightly suck the head of his cock and stroke his length with my hand. By “sings my praises” I mean he gruffly tells me to keep going and that I’m the hottest woman to ever have this honor. He’s been thinking about me doing this for weeks. Since the day we met, he’s wanted to see me in this exact position, with my eyes big and begging for his encouraging words. Not that I really need the words. I know he likes this because I can taste his precum all over my tongue.
“That’s it, Daph.” Logan tugs harder on my hair as he slips farther into my mouth. The man is big enough to push into my throat with little effort. He gives me time to relax my gag before slowly inching back there. Shit. I want him fucking my mouth now. “Take my whole cock. I want to come deep in your pretty throat.”
He’s already so tense that I know it’s not going to take long. This will be his first orgasm in my presence, won’t it? I don’t doubt he’s spent considerable time thinking about me as he touches himself. How hard does he come when he’s fantasizing about me? I hope it’s as hard as he is about to come in my throat. I won’t accept anything less.
Besides, I need to make him come so hard that he’ll be satisfied for the rest of the night. Do it, Daphne. Make this playboy know that you’re the hottest shit to ever blow him until he blows.
Sure enough, his cock thrusts in and out of my throat. My voice hums around his shaft; my throat welcomes his cock, dripping in precum. He’s long stopped talking dirty. All Logan can manage now is a few curses and groans that are a medley of sexual pleasure in my ears.
Just as the feel of him changes in my mouth, he grunts, “I’m going to come. Now.”
Shit, I love the way he sounds when he climaxes. Breathy grunts colliding with long, drawn out groans. He probably only spends about ten seconds unleashing his hot seed in my mouth, but it’s at least thirty of him hitting the tipping point of orgasm and then crashing over the edge. I feel it all. The ripples through his body. The pull of my hair. The surges of his breath. The swelling of his stiff cock. And, of course, the stream hitting the roof of my mouth and the back of my throat before slipping effortlessly down. I swallow every damn drop before slowly pulling off his cock, my lips teasing his tip as I release it.
I spend most of our afterglow with my forehead pressed against his thigh. His hands lightly massage the back of my neck and my shoulders. We’re so frozen in this moment that there’s no way either of us can move until we eventually snap out of it. As long as I can taste him on my tongue, I can’t.
Sometime later we’re lying side by side on the bed, hands entwined. Logan raises mine so he can kiss my knuckles. He rolls onto his side and murmurs in my ear.
“I think I love you, Daphne.”
I didn’t think I would cry tonight, but the hormones – yeah, let’s blame that – are making tears swell. “I think I love you too, Logan. It’s the only way to explain how I feel and act around you. Doesn’t that seem silly, though? We barely know each other.”
“You can’t fight fate. I normally don’t believe in that stuff, but from the moment I first saw you, I knew you were special. I simply didn’t know in what way yet.”
“Do you know now?”
His hand grabs my ass and squeezes. “The kind of special I want to wake up next to for the rest of my life.”
Now I am crying, but not because of what Logan has said. I’m remembering the shit my father has pulled. I’m remembering the man I ditched on one of the worst dates ever.
How do I get myself out of this mess and date the guy I want to be with?
“I don’t want to marry that man.” I hide my tears in the crook of Logan’s neck. “Not that I ever would, but I don’t know how to break free from the corner I’ve been forced into.”
He coddles me until I can finally breathe again. “I don’t know right now, Daph. I’m going to try to come up with a way, though. Count on me. I want to be with you, and I want to openly be with you. No secrets. No hiding. You and me, scandalizing the press for the rest of our lives.”
I want to believe him, but he doesn’t know my father at all. Logan’s not the respectable kind of guy my parents would want me to be with. They barely tolerated the other boyfriends they knew about, and that was because their public images were “clean and gentlemanly.” (Yeah, right. Most of those guys were assholes who wouldn’t have thought twice about being anything but gentlemen if they could get away with it.)
“Let’s sleep for now.”
It’s amazing how easy it is to fall asleep in the arms of the man you love, even if your whole world is crumbling outside of your bubble.
Chapter 5
LOGAN
It’s a balmy evening as I have dinner with Angus, who has returned from a two-week trip to the Caribbean to do nothing but fuck beautiful women day in and day out. (And drink a ton of rum, I’m sure.) He had invited me before he left. In the old days, I would have happily gone, at least for part of the time. Yet with Daphne consuming my thoughts? I couldn’t.
He spends most of our dinner talking about this woman and that young lady with some rather randy visuals. Luckily the breeze is blowing his words in the other direction of other diners. I’ve spent most of the time thinking about what happened with Daphne two days ago anyway. We may not have gone all the way like I desperately wanted, but it left me with such a warmed heart that listening to dude talk is in no way appealing anymore.
Angus naturally catches on to this and asks me what’s up.
“You’ve got to face the facts, man,” Angus says while downing his second beer of the evening. “Her father’s marrying her off to some sleazebag and would make your life hell if you intervened. I know you want to be with her, and she doesn’t want to be with that other guy, but…”
“I know,” I grumble. “Believe me, I know!” I’ve spent more than my fair share of time trying to come up with a solution for Daphne’s dilemma. “But it’s…”
“No, man.” Whoa, where did that
stern voice come from? So not like Angus. I don’t like it. “Listen, at the end of the day, she’s another fling. I know she’s gorgeous, funny, a good time… I know you keep thinking about her, but there are so many girls out there. You’ll find someone else. It’s best to cut her loose and let her fight her family in a way she knows how. It’s 2016 in America. She doesn’t have to marry someone she doesn’t want to.”
“But…” Angus can fuck right off, yeah? “I don’t want anyone else.”
It’s true. All I want is Daphne. The Italian beauty with legs for miles, silky soft hair, and a pouty, feisty mouth that’s always begging me to kiss it.
“The only way you could make this work is if you convinced her father of that. You’re not exactly the upstanding country club boy a guy like Marcello DeMarco is going to want for his only daughter. You’d have to do more than convince him to give you a shot. You’ll have to charm him into thinking you’re already his son-in-law.”
As if the Heavens have opened up and God has stricken me with a bolt of creativity, I’ve got the craziest idea in the world.
It’s a long shot, but it might work.
“Hey, Angus, I’ve gotta go.” I slap some money down on the table before grabbing my jacket and slipping out of my seat. “There’s something I need to do.”
He grins. “You’re a goner, man. Good luck. I’ll come to your funeral when DeMarco is done having his bodyguards maul you.”
“She’s worth it.” I jog to the valet. I need to get to the jewelry store before it closes and I lose my nerve.
My plan involves a very expensive ring. I just hope I know Daphne’s tastes well enough!
TAMING THE HEIRESS
Chapter 1
DAPHNE
“I need to take control of my life,” I say, squeezing some lemon into my iced tea. The sun is shining bright on this hot July day. Even though Ashleigh and I sit in a cabana at one of the dock’s nicest restaurants, I still fear for my tender skin. This tea better cool some shit down. “This whole thing with Cristiano confirms that. I mean, I barely know what I want to do after I graduate college. My parents make it sound like I’m going to get a degree to keep up appearances and then get married right away to start my life of unhappy homemaking. As if.”