by Tee, Marian
Shit.
Wasn't he supposed to deny himself tonight?
"I was thinking, maybe I can show you what else I have to offer as a wife...here?"
Logan's head snapped back to Tilly at her words, just in time for him to see her take her dress off.
Fuck.
The moment he saw her naked pussy, he was a goner, with his cock going from limp and dead to hard and throbbing with life in seconds.
Fuck.
FUCK self-denial.
The dress fell to the floor, and her bra followed shortly after.
Because he was going to fuck his wife tonight, and to hell with the fucking consequences.
"What do you say, Mr. Hardwall?"
Their gazes met, and the ravenous need that glittered in his eyes made Tilly catch her breath.
He was back to being the wolf again, and oh, the way this man was staring at her...
It was as if he fully intended to feast on every inch of her...in every way possible...all...night...long.
Chapter Eleven
He was the devil again, Tilly the sacrificial virgin, and the thought had her feelings all over the place. She felt terrified and vulnerable, but she also felt restless and thrilled, half of her dreading the possibility that she would disappoint him, while the other half couldn't wait for the magic to begin.
And so it did, the moment the billionaire drew her to stand between his legs as he lowered his powerful form on the edge of the bed.
Even seated as he was, he still towered over her by several inches, and this close, it was impossible not to notice how so much larger he was. Stronger. Harder. Everywhere.
Logan started palming her breasts, and her lips parted in a silent moan at the first touch of his fingers. She could feel his gaze hungrily taking in her every reaction, and instead of feeling shy, it made her want to relish the pleasure, to let him know how much she was enjoying his attention.
Even though she had never had a boyfriend, a part of her had always known that she would be the type to enjoy sex, especially with how she had learned to touch herself even in her teens.
And now that she finally had a lover to take her virginity without having to worry about her virginity...
When Logan bent his head to take one nipple into his mouth, she found herself even assisting him. She cupped her own breasts to make it easier for him, and she heard him growl in approval at the way she boldly pushed her nipple deeper into his mouth. He sucked harder, and her knees buckled.
He was practically eating her now, just as his gaze had promised earlier, and it felt so good - too incredibly good, actually, that she found herself clutching his shoulders in fear of her knees giving out completely.
When his mouth suddenly left her breast, Tilly couldn't help digging her fingers into his back in silent protest, unable to make a sound with Liam still sleeping soundly a few feet away from them.
He smirked up at her, and she was torn between strangling and begging him to pleasure her again.
"Lo—-"
The rest of his name disappeared in a drugging kiss, and she could only lean into him, her tongue drawn into mating with his...and then his mouth was gone again, and Tilly's entire body shook in frustration.
"Stop playing with me," she half-demanded, half-pleaded.
"Sssh." The billionaire nipped her upper lip. "It's going to get better." His hands clasped her hips as he spoke, using it to pull her close, and before she knew what he was planning, he had already planted his lips at the hottest, wettest center of her core.
Oh God.
She found herself grinding her pussy against his mouth even as her cheeks burned at the wantonness of her attitude. He truly was temptation incarnate, and the thought was further reinforced when he started sucking on her clit. She tried to hold back, tried to withstand the sweet torment to delay the inevitable.
But with every second that passed, she could feel her body tightening from the inside, pleasure twisting and spiraling—-
His hands suddenly moved, one to squeeze the left cheek of her ass, and the second to give the other half of her ass a good, hard spank. It came completely as a shock to her, but it was also exactly what she needed to push her past the edge.
She came hard and fast, her lips parted in another silent moan, powerful tremors racking her naked body since he still hadn't let go and his tongue continued its relentless drive even as creamy moisture dripped out of her.
Even by the time the billionaire finally laid her down on the bed, aftermath jolts were still rocking her body, and she could only watch dazedly as he swiftly stripped himself of his clothes. A moment later, and he was joining her in bed, his hands firmly parting her legs open so his large, powerful body could settle between them.
Her throat dried as she watched him take hold of his big, hard cock, and she couldn't tear her gaze away even as he used its swollen head to rub up and down against her folds, which were once again moist and quivering. The feel of it was agonizingly sensual, and she could only hold her breath when the first few inches of his member finally slipped in.
Oh God.
She had known beforehand that having his cock penetrate her would make her feel full, but she realized right away that her imagination was a far pale imitation of reality. Because right now, what she was feeling was so, so much more, with him making her feel stuffed, his cock so exquisitely long and big that it really did seem he could tear her apart.
"Hang on." His voice was strained and made hoarse by the effort it took to keep a measured pace as he drove his cock deeper into her.
"I'm t-trying." Hers, on the other hand, was a tremulous pant. With every added inch that went inside of Tilly, the sleek but tight walls of her pussy stretched to accommodate him. But even with all the pleasure it gave her, she couldn't help seriously wondering if maybe it was possible for him not to fit.
Logan saw the look on her face and knew exactly what she was secretly fretting about. "It's going to fit, babe."
"Of course."
But she was still panting, her smile a tad dubious, and while logic told the billionaire that he wasn't uttering any lie, it was not fucking helping at all that she really did think he had this monstrously big cock. His ego loved that, but more importantly, it had his erection swelling even greater in size.
A good thing, considering how it turned her pussy deliciously tighter than it already was, but a bad thing since it might mean causing her more pain when he finally took her virginity.
"How much does it hurt now?" he managed to ask.
"It d-doesn't exactly—-AAAH!" The last two inches of his cock lodged inside of her in one deep, forceful thrust, her hymen giving way with a searing flash of pain, and it was only then she realized his question had been a mere distraction.
"Y-You..." But she couldn't even finish a single sentence, the mad rush of emotions jumbling inside of Tilly making her incoherent. There was just so much to feel, pleasure coming at her from just about every major erogenous zone of her body. Breasts swollen and heavy, nipples scraping against his chest, and oh God, she didn't even know where to begin or how to explain what was happening between her legs, with the entire length of his cock now pulsing powerfully against the walls of her vagina.
She felt him start to pull out, and she instinctively wanted to cry out, No!
Not when they were just starting.
But then a nanosecond later, and she felt his cock rubbing against every inner inch of her pussy as it pulled out, and it was like having her whole world spin out of control. What was supposed to be a cry of protest instantly turned into a whimper. More. More. More. That was what her wordless whimpers meant, and it seemed as if the billionaire understood perfectly, because he had now begun a steadily increasing pace of driving his erection in and out of her.
Slowly and gently at first, and when her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and her hips began to meet his thrusts, the billionaire moved faster and sank deeper, every plunge of his cock driving her closer and clo
ser to that sweet, euphoric madness her body was already crying out for.
Oh God, but he just made her feel so good.
Everything he was and everything he did seemed designed by fate to intoxicate her. The way he gazed at her. Kissed her. Touched her. Even the heavy, slapping sounds created by the constant smashing of their naked bodies was a seduction in itself, with the way it added a thrillingly forbidden flavor to his lovemaking.
He fucked her so beautifully, so exquisitely good, that she found herself submitting completely to his dominance, all thoughts melting away until the only thing she remembered was his name.
"Logan." It came out in a whimper. A moan. A cry. And when she felt his hand between their bodies, reaching down to pinch her clit, his name turned into a scream.
"Looooogaaaaan—-"
He pounded into her, harder, deeper, and faster than ever, and it was the beginning of her rapid freefall into lust-laced madness. Her breath caught, her nipples tightened into pointed buds, and her stomach clenched with anticipation.
"Come for me, baby."
Her world spun off tangent, a cry tearing out of her throat as her body arched in devoted obedience to his command, and Tilly's orgasm spilled down in creamy, powerful spurts that dripped past the length of his cock and all the way down to her legs.
"Logan." She was sobbing his name now. Begging him. Because with the billionaire still moving, his cock repeatedly ramming into her, there seemed no end in sight for her climax. Her body was in a constant state of writhing, and she could barely manage to breathe.
"Logan."
Too good. So absolutely, impossibly good.
And as she finally heard Logan growl her name, his powerful body arching as his cock ejaculated its first load into her, Tilly could feel her own body reacting helplessly, one last irresistibly lurid wave of pleasure causing her inner muscles to contract.
Oh God.
It was too, too much, and the most incredibly ludicrous possibility popped into her brain just as her vision started to blur.
Was it really possible for someone to fuck another person's brains out?
It was Tilly's last thought before her eyelids swept close, and she herself became the answer to her question.
Chapter Twelve
Tilly's body was exquisitely sore the next day, and she was conscious of a tingling sensation between her legs every time she moved about the nursery, cleaning up while Liam played with his new set of building blocks.
It was almost as if her pussy was humming in satisfaction, having been deflowered by the most consummate of lovers, and just thinking about last night was enough to have her wet and shivery all over again.
That their first night together was the most incredible thing to have happened to her had to be the understatement of the century, and Tilly didn't know whether to feel disgruntled or amused at the fact that just one round of sex with the billionaire had her briefly passing out.
Not that it ended there, of course. Logan had been quite insatiable, and when she finally regained enough of her senses to open her eyes, it was to see the billionaire stroking his cock, his gaze trained on her naked body while he waited for her to wake.
And after that, well...ooh la la.
'I need you again.' He had spoken the words as he mounted her, and all she had been able to do was open her legs and let him in. A part of her had been terrified that the first time had merely been a fluke and sex would be mediocre after that. But it wasn't. Instead, it just kept getting better, with her pleasure increasing as the pain of having her hymen torn apart gradually faded.
They had made love until the rising sun had turned the skies into an ombre of Dijon to dandelion yellow, and in those six or so hours, the billionaire had been inexhaustible. He had taught her how to ride him like he was a stallion, and afterwards he had her on all fours, fucking her from behind like they were dogs in heat. He had taught her how to make him cum by rubbing his cock between her tits, and in return he had made her lose her mind as he fisted her until she was sobbing out in her climax.
When she had to wake Liam for his next feed, the billionaire had insisted on having her sit on his lap while she bottle-fed the toddler. And as Liam sleepily sucked, Logan had lifted Tilly off him for a moment - and when he brought her back down, it was to have his cock impale her at the same time, and she could only bite her cries back, not wanting to disturb Liam.
It had been the most salacious of torments, having his big, hard cock just throbbing inside of her, causing Tilly's inner muscles to tighten and release reflexively while she fought hard to keep still for Liam's sake.
And when it was time to finally return Liam to his crib, the billionaire had simply waited for her to bend over the railing, and as soon as she had the toddler, already fast asleep, back on his bed, Logan had plunged right back into her, and it started all over again.
It was only the knowledge that Billie would be knocking on the door soon to say goodbye before leaving for school that had the billionaire reluctantly taking his leave. He had given her a long, deep kiss before quietly pulling the door shut, and a moment later her mobile phone had buzzed with an incoming text.
Logan: I'll be at the office until late.
A few seconds later, another text had come in.
Logan: Don't wait up.
Another moment passed, and one last message arrived at her inbox.
Logan: Call me if you need anything.
Remembering this made Tilly shake her head in ruminant amusement. He hadn't any need to update her, but he had. And when he had realized it was so, he had tried to be brusque by asking her not to wait for him. But then he had feared that he would end up unintentionally hurting her, and so he had backpedalled, asking her to call him for any reason.
Contradictory as always, perverse to a fault, and that was why, Tilly thought with a tiny smile, her gorgeous billionaire was also delightfully predictable. Plopping down next to Liam on the carpeted floor, she gave him a tight hug from behind, and Liam dropped the blocks he was holding in surprise.
Oops.
"Sorry, little one." But because the scowl on his chubby face was just too cute, she couldn't resist teasing him a little more, holding on to him even as the toddler tried to wriggle out of her hold. When he realized he couldn't get away, he turned to her with a squawk of protest.
"Mama!"
What in the world—-
Tilly looked down at Liam in shock. "What did you say?"
But it was the little boy's turn to tease her, only looking up at Tilly with an innocent expression.
"Why you little rascal...is this your way of getting even with me?"
The toddler laughed.
She took the building blocks he had dropped and handed them back to him. "Now, what did you say again?"
"Ten tyu."
"No, no." She was torn between laughing and groaning, feeling like she had just been bested by a one-year-old. "Come on, what did you say earlier? Who am I?"
Liam kept playing with his blocks.
"Pleaaaaaaase."
But the toddler only blinked, as if he only spoke Mandarin now.
Just like his uncle, Tilly thought grumpily, when there was something Logan didn't want to hear. She tried one last time to wheedle the word out of Liam, but the baby didn't even seem to hear her this time, and Tilly began to feel guilt about pressuring a one-year-old to say something she wanted.
After all, it was very possible that he still vaguely remembered his biological mother, mistook Tilly for her. and that was why he had called her-—
"Mama?"
Tilly's head snapped back to Liam. She saw the little boy proudly holding out the tower he had built, and it was six blocks high.
"Oh, you beautiful boy." She took him into her arms and tried not to squeeze the life out of him with her hug. "This is so beautiful," she gushed, and Liam chortled as she rained kisses over his face.
Pulling back, she told him, "Mama's so proud..." A glimmer of an idea came to her th
en, and a mischievous little smile curved over her lips. "And now Mama will teach you a new word..."
Chapter Thirteen
Logan couldn't stop thinking about Tilly, couldn't stop hearing her sweet little cries over and over in his mind, and worst of all, he couldn't stop wanting her. He had sported an arousal ever since leaving the ranch, and it had pretty been much his constant state for the rest of the day.
Time seemed to move painfully slowly, and he had lost count of the times he reached for his phone, only to change his mind and toss it back on the desk with a silent curse. He had already acted like an idiot when he texted her this morning. He had always hated women that had a tendency to cling to him like a leech, and there he was, becoming what he had despised, and all because of what?
The fucking nanny, literally?
He had to get a fucking grip of himself, had to—-
A knock sounded on the door. "Mr. Hardwall?" Jim came in a moment later. "The nanny is here."
"The nanny is what?"
Déjà vu, Jim thought, and yet not quite so at the same time. Because unlike before, the billionaire no longer sounded furious. This time, his boss actually sounded...wary?
Like he was hearing something too good to be true, Jim realized.
Logan saw the way the older man started smirking and realized how he had completely given himself away. Shit.
"Ms. Wakefield is coming up as we speak."
He only allowed himself a grunt this time, not wanting Jim to have even more ammunition against him. Damn old interfering man was getting more all-seeing by the day.
"Shall I turn her away?"
In the act of reaching for a new set of contracts to study, the billionaire jerked in his seat at his assistant's words. "What? No, for fuck's sake—-" And then he saw the look on Jim's face.
You've just been punk'd, boss.
The billionaire swore, and Jim smiled. Mrs. Montgomery was right, he thought complacently, and it was good that he had the intuition to listen to her. Mathilda Wakefield was indeed a very special girl for Logan Hardwall, and he could only hope things would progress further from here.