by Logan Chance
And that’s all that matters.
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This scene was after they made the nostrings agreement and she was still unsure. I debated adding it back, and taking it out. And, at this point I really don’t know if this scene is in the book or not.
(let me read it) No, it’s not in the book. It was just another random sex scene….enjoy.
Marley
So, later that evening, I head to his apartment.
I knock with nervous fingers, hoping I’m making the right choice. But, when I see him I just know I have.
“Damn,” he says, grabbing my hand and pulling me inside.
Not giving me time to utter a word, he closes the door, pushing me up against it to slam his mouth on mine. Just like every time before, when he touches me, my body takes over. I hike my leg up onto his hip and he grinds against me. It’s like a switch flipped, and I become someone else as soon as his hands are on me. His hunger makes me feel sexy, needed, and confident.
Breaking the kiss, he looks into my eyes and for a split second I see something different. I don’t have time to think about it any further, because he slides his hands down my body and pulls my dress up and off.
“You are fucking stunning,” he whispers as he quickly removes his clothes.
I haven’t made it past the front door and we’re both down to our underwear. It’s so telling of the relationship we’re starting to develop. My pussy aches for his touch, so when he bends me over the kitchen table and pulls my panties off, I’m more than ready.
The wooden table is hard and cold on my bare front, a complete contrast to the solid, warm body behind me. The rip of a condom packet sounds, and I turn my head to look back at him. Seeing him standing there with his cock in his hands, rolling on the condom is fucking hot.
He kicks my legs further apart and slams into me, shocking me with how full he makes me feel.
“Oh God,” I moan as he grabs onto my hips and pumps in and out of me.
“Fuck, Marley. Your pussy is so perfect. Always so wet and ready for me,” he whispers in my ear as he unsnaps my bra. “Talk to me. Tell me how it feels, baby.”
Normally, that wouldn’t be something that would even cross my mind, but hearing his pleading tone makes me want to do it. “You’re so thick. I want more,” I say, surprising myself. “Don’t hold back.”
He wraps my hair around his hand and yanks my head back, causing me to arch my body. Unbelievably, it feels even better, hitting me in a new spot. “Holy fuck,” I yell.
It encourages him to go faster and harder, pulling my hair tighter. “Look in the mirror, Marley,” he grits out. “Look at the person who’s fucking you right now.” Glancing up to the large black framed mirror across the table, I meet his eyes. Sweat trickles down the side of his face, a lock of dark hair flops down on his forehead as he punishes me with his strokes. Placing my palms on the table, I push back against him, watching the erotic display of pleasure on his face. “Yeah, push your pussy back against me. Such a greedy little pussy. Let me see you squeeze your nipple.” I’m already so close. When I do as he says, pinching my nipple, he moans and leans down to bite my shoulder. Watching him fuck me has my body trembling with my release. “Fuck, I feel your pussy squeezing my dick,” he says, rubbing my clit. “Look at me when you come.” He loses control, fucking me even harder, the table scooting forward a bit. My toes dig into the floor as a powerful orgasm washes over me. Houston slaps my ass, and it rolls into the most intense orgasm I’ve ever felt. My body is foreign to me as I ride out the feeling I don’t want to end. “Come on my ass,” I tell him.
“Goddamn, Marley,” he says, pulling out and quickly discarding the condom. “Watch what you do to me.” Two quick strokes and warm cum covers my ass and back. His orgasm face is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. He drops his forehead to my back, panting.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I whisper, still in awe of the orgasm he gave me.
He kisses my shoulder where he marked me. “That’s how you deserve to be fucked from behind.”
I have no idea what that means, and I don’t care, because, he’s right. That is exactly what I deserve.
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Random scene: Yeah I don’t know what this is…..
Marley
“I’m just wondering what you need, that’s all,” I say, trying to make this as painless as possible.
It happens so quick I don’t even have time to think. He grabs the back of my head and crashes his lips to mine, nipping at my bottom lip. My body melts into him. The moment our tongues touch is like a shot to my pussy. I run my hands up into his hair as he lifts me to sit on his desk. Never breaking the kiss, he steps between my legs and yanks me closer to him, his cock lining up with my center. His kiss is hard and demanding, just like him. A small moan escapes me and he digs his fingers into my hair, tugging slightly. His rough, commanding ways only make this kiss that much more.
He finally pulls away, leaving us both panting. I search his eyes trying to see if I can figure out exactly what he’s feeling. But in a flash it’s clear. He backs away from me running his hands into his hair. “Fuck,” he mumbles under his breath.
“Houston?” He looks over at me and I smile.
Shaking his head, he paces back and forth. “Damn it, Marley, I told you not to wear skirts to this class.”
What the fuck does that have to do with anything? I hop off his desk and fold my arms. “What?”
“Get to class, Marley,” he clips.
Trying to hold back the tears, I grab my books and rush out. What kind of fucking game is he trying to play with me? A tear escapes, and I roughly wipe it away and choke down all the emotions trying to take over. Never again will I let him get the best of me.
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Another random scene…..
I grab her ass, clenching it in my hand. “I want to sink my teeth into your fine ass.”
“Do it, Professor. Do it, please,” she cries out.
I bend over, running my nose along her ass cheek. Opening my mouth, I bite her, mark her until she yelps. “Do you like that?” I ask.
“Yes.”
“Good. Now tell me how you want me to fuck you.”
She flips onto her back as I hover over her. “Fast and hard, Professor. Make it hurt.”
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Here I wanted to play on the part of how he never sleeps and she helps him. I wanted him to wake up in her arms….but it was cut because it just wouldn’t fit with everything else going on. I felt it was lagging the story down. Then, the sex scene that follows was a long long sex scene. It goes on for a while. A lot of it is in the published final copy, but a lot of it was cut out because I felt it was all over the place.
Also, the journal entries were always just numbered until I went through the timeline to add dates. So enjoy, ….
Houston
Journal Entry #751
The pain I feel subsides everyday when I see Marley.
My days are a bit more bearable when she is near.
I wake up, unsure where I am. I glance over and see Marley asleep in my arms. A smile lifts my lips and I glance at my phone to check the time. I slept the whole night away, no nightmares.
Jennifer called. I freeze, my finger hovering over the call back button.
To call, or not to call. That is the question which lingers on my mind the past few weeks. Spending time with Marley is a great denial tool.
A denial from my old life. I kiss Marley’s cheek and leave the bed to head home.
My day is an endless blur of errands and menial busywork, leading me back to the one place I want to be. In the evening, I knock on Marley’s door.
Her breath catches as she steps aside, letting me in. Her body calls to me, and I want to obey. I want to touch her in ways I never have before. I need this release.
My pent up emotions directly correlate to my body’s need for an orgasm.
It’s as if my mind and dick are at war with one another. The pleasure I seek fro
m her should be just that…pleasure. Nothing more. But, I can’t get enough of her.
She’s pure and wholesome. And, there’s nothing I want more than to corrupt her. Bend her to my will, and tutor her in the craft of kink.
I grab the back of her neck, my fingers digging into the base of her scalp as I claim her lips. She melts into me. Soft, sweet skin heats up under my coarse fingertips.
Her shirt is over her head as soon as I break the kiss.
“Houston, wait,” she moans, pushing me back against the wall.
“Shh. Don’t speak,” I instruct her, I teach her.
Our bodies move together to her bedroom. The curtains sway, leaking soft moonlight in. It fills the room, highlighting Marley’s body. Soft curves turn me on. Her striking green eyes, gazing at me like I’m the only man on Earth make my heart heavy.
I’m one step closer, one moment nearer to feeling everything. I push her back, and she falls to the four-post bed under my touch. “Remove your clothes,” I whisper.
Marley starts to speak and I tsk her. “No, speaking tonight. Unless I tell you to.”
She nods her head, understanding my simple request.
Her pants come off, my fingers unbutton my white, pressed shirt. I let it fall to the floor.
The zipper falls down as I remove my pants and boxers.
She’s on the bed, sprawled out, playing with her tits at my request. “Help me forget everything,” I say on a whisper.
She nods, her green eyes spearing me open with one glance. I turn my head, not wanting to meet them with my own. It’s too painful. I push any ounce of emotions aside.
“Play with your pussy for me. Imagine it’s my tongue eating you up.”
She does as told. A good little girl. An obedient one.
I take my throbbing cock in my hand, pumping up and down my own shaft. Fuck, it feels good. I sick in a deep breath, releasing the tension plaguing me.
“Tell me you’re ready for me to teach you, to instruct you.”
“I’m ready for my lesson, Professor,” she coos, and my cock damn near explodes.
“I’m going to show you the art of dirty talk. I want to make that pretty little mouth of yours filthy.”
She sprawls her body against the soft sheets of her bed, twisting and turning as I watch her in her black lace panties and bra. Naughty girl.
“I’m yours to teach.” She smiles, arching her back off the bed,the white sheets caressing her sweet body.
“Lie down and tell me using the filthiest word you can think of how wet you are.” I step closer to the bed, my cock still in my hands, pumping slowly.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes roaming over my body, landing on my dick. “My cunt is slippery wet for you. I’m drenched.”
“Good girl. Now spread your legs and show me. Use your fingers.”
Her hand slips between her long legs, running underneath the lace of her panties down to her sweet spot. “Houston,” she moans.
“Keep calling me, Professor.” I arch a brow, gauging her reaction.
“Professor,” she says in a whisper. Her fingers rub along her pussy as my hand on my cock picks up speed.
“Good. Now tell me what you want in that sweet mouth of yours. Make it dirty.” I reach my finger up and tug on her bottom lip as I drown in her soft eyes.
“I want your cock.”
“You can do better than that.” I pinch her lip and release it between my fingers.
“I want you to fuck my mouth with your cock.”
I lean my head to the side, contemplating if her words are dirty enough to my liking. “Nastier,” I demand.
She breathes in deep, her hand still working her tight pussy. “I want your thick cock to slam into my hot mouth and fuck it hard. I want you to come down my throat while you pull my hair.”
I grin, as I lean my head back, eyes closing thinking about doing just that. “You want me to come along your tongue?”
“Yes.” She removes her panties from her legs, and tosses them to me.
I catch them with my free hand, bringing the lace to my nose and inhaling her succulent scent. “Damn babe, what else do you want?”
She gets up to her knees, with her bottom lip jutting out. “Professor, I’ve been a naughty student. I didn’t do the assignment you assigned. Punish me.”
Hot damn. Who knew Marley Morgan, timid, shy, Marley Morgan could say such filthy things to get me riled up.
“Talk dirty to me, baby.” My cock is once again in my hand as I rise from the bed, ready to take action against her. I want her more than anything.
Having her dirty mouth is just what I need tonight. To not think. About anything. My life, my future, and definitely not my fucking past.
Fast, punishing strokes consume me as I thrust everything I have inside her.
I don’t stop, the feelings are too much. Her sweet pussy engulfs my cock, making me see a future with her. A future I can’t have with my student.
She moans and groans with every pound of my cock, making me reach my release that much quicker.
“Do you like the feel of me deep inside you. Spreading you open, making you come all over me.”
“Yes, Professor,” she screams as her orgasm shakes her body against me.
I chase after her orgasm with my own release, closing my eyes and my mind on any thoughts of having her for the rest of my life.
I can’t have those thoughts, even if they make me feel again.
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This is a little convo with Marley’s sister Lexi. I got rid of it because it didn’t move the story forward.
Lexi Convo
I awake the next morning and Houston is gone. Calling the only person I ever do when I need advice, I dial Lexi’s number.
“Give it to me,” she says when she answers.
“It’s good to hear your voice. I miss you.”
“Aw what’s wrong little sister? School treating you bad?”
I lean back against my couch as I play with a strand of hair through my fingers. “It’s my professor.”
“Tell me.”
And so I do. I tell her every little detail over the past few weeks, and even before that. How since the first day of class I’ve been drawn to him. How whenever he speaks I listen to his demanding tone, and swoon a bit more by his good looks and unique mind. How every touch makes me fall more and more for a man I barely know. A man who won’t open up to me. A man who can’t offer me things he thinks I want. I don’t even know what I want.
Lexi takes a deep breath and releases it slowly with a low hum. “This is a tough one. But, you’re young. You’re stressed from school. I say live a little.”
“He’s going to break my heart, I just know it.”
“Or he may give you exactly what you need. You never know.”
I shake my head. “Lex, you don’t think this is a bad idea? I mean, he’s my professor for heaven’s sake.”
She’s quiet for a moment and I have to check the phone to make sure the call didn’t drop. “It is a tricky situation. A dirty one too. But, I think you should trust yourself.”
“Every bone in my body wants to comfort him for some reason. Like I pity him and I don’t know why.”
“He never told you what his bad dream was about?” Lexi asks.
“No, and who knows maybe it was a onetime thing. Maybe he’s fine. Maybe he’s just a closed off person. I don’t know much about him, but I want to know.”
“Then give it time. Be there for him. If you already care this much, then I think you should continue. As long as your grades don’t slip. I’ll kick your ass.”
Lexi is the type of person to go in swinging and ask questions later. The fact he’s my teacher, boss and completely off-limits to me doesn’t phase her in the least.
But, I am more conscious of the fact that he is off-limits. A forbidden piece of fruit I shouldn’t even be contemplating eating.
Lexi and I talk a while longer and I finally convince her to visit soon. When
we hang up, my mind sets on Houston. I don’t really know why I need to choose, there’s no way I can resist him.
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Hope you enjoyed these scenes. Up next I’ll share the first chapter of Save Me. This is a military romance, and again as I’ve been telling you this whole book this chapter is subject to change, or be cut entirely.
I have two choices with how I want the story to go with Save Me, and I can’t really make up my mind. And, now that I even think about it more. I think I may change it all around. But, this chapter should still hold.
So, here’s the first chapter.
Hope you enjoy.
SAVE ME
By Logan Chance
Copyright © 2017 by Logan Chance
The dust settles around me as I gaze out into the nothingness of the desert. The sun barrels down on me, making it impossible to think clearly. A loud whistle sounds through the air. RPG. Fuck.
My commanding officer shouts, and the boom of the impact sounds in the distance.
“Down, Wagner,” he yells.
My head is foggy, and there’s a distinct smell in the air making me nauseous.
My buddy, Davis comes up from behind me and tackles me to the ground as another rocket makes impact. This time it hits a nearby Humvee. Shit. I lift my head. Sand in my eyes makes it hard to see, and Davis’s hand presses my head firmly back into the sand.
We set out this morning, a routine drive into another camp. But, when our Humvee blew a gasket, our platoon had to stop.
Now, stuck on the side of the road with fifteen men, surrounded by rockets launching all around.
I lift my head once more.
My friends are everywhere, some screaming, some running.
“Dude, we need to get to the Humvee,” Davis says.
I don’t need to be told twice.
We move, as gunfire in the distance sounds off.
“To the vehicles,” Sergeant Haines screams.
Honestly, I’m not sure if the vehicles are a good idea. One Humvee broken down, another blown away.
But, I obey orders no matter if I agree or not.
Davis and I run, my feet ache. One false mood and we get taken out. But, not today. Not on my last week here.