WHEN YOU'VE GOT NO ONE TO FUCK YOU, YOU COULD ALWAYS PLEASURE YOURSELF

She felt tired as she strode lazily into her living room. Tired was an understatement, she had managed to tie up her dishevelled hair into a tight ponytail, she could feel the slickness of her core as they rubbed together occasionally. How much she hated the fact that she had come home pantless!

She had asked the man to fuck her, not rip her panties off and make her feel vulnerable and exposed.

Faint images of sweat stained bodies, hands gripping around her throat tightly, the sound of skin slapping against slick skin, moans and grunts, invaded her mind, and she could begin to feel the arousal stir up in her.

She needed to do something to appease this hunger, she had never been one to think of sex too much, but lately, that seemed to have change. As her eyes stared at her phone which bore tons of missed calls from

WET DREAMS, WILD FUCKS AND AN HORNY BRIDE - WRONG COMBINATION

Life was boring without Drew.

But it was more boring with so little things for her to do to keep herself busy with. Her father wasn't joking at all when he told her he didn't want her working until the wedding was over.

He had taken Christian with him on the business trip she was to attend with Chad, saying the wedding planner he had hired for them, had rung earlier, complaining that his daughter never for once stuck to their appointment and left her waiting.

On the other hand, Emily couldn't really be blamed. The last time they had agreed to meet, was the night she had stayed out, and came back the next morning, only to have had sex with Christian, slept, woken up, and then grabbed her laptop to work.

Marriage was definitely not her thing.

Get her a Drew, a cup of cappuccino, her laptop, a Chad, and she was good to go.


ONE NIGHT STAND OR MORE?

Just the sight of her sitting on the edge of his bed—her legs spread wide open, revealing her damn panties, her exposed breasts which begged to be sucked on—Logan could feel all the blood rise up in his cock.

He watched her eyes glow with a kind of hunger he couldn't describe, she brought the tip of her tongue down to her lips and swiped against it.

"Touch your—"

Before he could complete his sentence, reminding her of what he had asked her to do, her fingers went down to her core and gently, she rubbed against her clothed pussy.

Again, she wet her lips with her tongue, moving her panties to the sid before penetrating her insides with a single finger. She eased it all the way in then brought it out again.

"Another... add another." His voice was a husky whisper. Still kneeling before her, his eyes focused on her half exposed clit. Her arousal was swiftly find

WHEN YOU'VE GOT NO ONE TO FUCK YOU, YOU COULD ALWAYS PLEASURE YOURSELF

She felt tired as she strode lazily into her living room. Tired was an understatement, she had managed to tie up her dishevelled hair into a tight ponytail, she could feel the slickness of her core as they rubbed together occasionally. How much she hated the fact that she had come home pantless!

She had asked the man to fuck her, not rip her panties off and make her feel vulnerable and exposed.

Faint images of sweat stained bodies, hands gripping around her throat tightly, the sound of skin slapping against slick skin, moans and grunts, invaded her mind, and she could begin to feel the arousal stir up in her.

She needed to do something to appease this hunger, she had never been one to think of sex too much, but lately, that seemed to have change. As her eyes stared at her phone which bore tons of missed calls from Christian and Drew, she knew ringing Christian to tell him she needed him wouldn't work out.

He wo

CHAPTER NINE