Melissa "You're beautiful," he said gruffly after he finally recovered from his lustful frenzy. I was still panting heavily, unable to speak through my breathlessness from pleasure, and nodded silently as thanks for being so honest with him. He gave me an affectionate squeeze."Should we go again."He asked me and I nodded gingely.Greedy much.I nodded and let him remove himself from me with easy, uninterested ease. I looked down at myself, satisfied with the outcome of this encounter.After Logan had removed himself from me, he lifted me up to the middle of the bed and beside the bed was the cake that had come with butter icing."What are we gonna do with these?" he muttered as he reached into my top drawer. I giggled and wrapped my hands around his neck, pulling him towards me as he began teasing my nipples with his lips and tongue. He kissed my shoulder and trailed his fingers along my skin. I shuddered and sighed deeply. His hands caressed my stomach gently, he looked at it with
Melissa Logan refused to take the call but the constant ringing had evaporated the mood. Not totally because we barely made it into the house when he eventually drove off.“Fuck me” I said between our kiss as we struggled to find the door to his room.Logan’s smile faded quickly and his eyes turned darker than before. “Alright” he muttered darkly, and he grabbed me roughly by my neck, pressing his lips against mine harshly.We finally made it past the door. It was hard to breathe with the strong grip he used on me, forcing me to move against his body. He didn’t release me even after he had finished kissing me, he simply held me tightly in place. He kept muttering sweet, filthy words into my ear as his hand slowly moved downwards along my sides.I shivered violently beneath his touch.His fingers traced along my waist until they reached underneath my dress. They made their way across my abdomen, tracing the outline of my curves and leaving trails of fire where his finger touched me.
LoganWhen I got back home, Melisaa was already asleep, her eyes looked swollen like she had been crying and I could smell her sadness. I don't know what had happened but I didn't want Melisaa sad. Since the news, I had been reading a lot about pregnancy and I knew that a pregnant woman's emotional state—especially her stress, anxiety, and depression—can change her child's development with long-lasting consequences. I didn't want that for my child. I tried to spend as much time as I could with her, there was no way I was going to miss out on my child's life, I was going to be with Melisaa at every step of the way. After all, I promised I'd take care of her and I intended to fulfil it and it was part of my responsibility too, they both were. My family hadn't said more than the necessary words to me since I told them about the news. They kept pretending like Melisaa didn't exist, and neither did her pregnancy.Melisaa stirred in her sleep muttering incoherent words, I smiled when I s
Melissa “Good afternoon ma'am“ I managed to greet without stuttering and I got no response from her, I wasn't even surprised.“Melissa?” her cold voice and eyes lingered all over my face until they landed on my belly causing me to wrap my hands around it protectively. As it was going to ease the harshness of her glare. What had Logan done? Why didn't he ask me first, I knew at that moment that his family were aware that we were both expecting a child. I looked away from her newly permed hair to her face that was beat to perfection. I took in the light freckles on her cheeks and nose that only seemed brighter under the summer sun that shone through the window. She didn't look like her age one bit. She was wearing a custom navy blue Alexander Wang dress that was made of soft cotton that showed off every curve of her body. Her toned legs were on display as she stood in front of me, taking in my look as if I was a piece of filth compared to her. I could sense the hatred radiating off of
MelissaI woke up to my head feeling fuzzy and groaning slightly as I looked around me. Everything seemed blurry, and everything smelled weird. Slowly I opened my eyes to see a blurry picture of something I didn't recognize, everything was black. The last thing I remember was Diane hitting me with something, was I dead, was this the afterlife?“Hey?” some called out and I had to blink rapidly before my vision cleared.I saw a familiar figure with messy long black hair standing in front of me with those green eyes.“Am I dead?” I said the first thing that came to my mind.I heard that familiar chuckle. “Good to see you too Melissa, how do you feel?” he asked me.“Like shit, my head hurts” I struggled to sit up and he helped me, putting a pillow against the edge of the bed so I could lean comfortably on it.“You had a mild concussion” he explained as he held a cup in my direction.I hesitantly took the cup “Thanks” I said and gulped the warm liquid down. “Ew, what is that?” I returned t
Logan I tried not to think of how sex with Melissa was magic, it was enchanting and I wouldn't lie about not being intoxicated. It felt like the first time whenever our bodies met, I didn't seem to get enough, I didn't want to get enough, I couldn't. Nothing was worth hearing like her moans and soft screams, her pleas for more and more I gave, more I craved.That morning when I woke up, I felt uneasy, everything made me uneasy and I was suddenly worried about Melissa. I shook my head and hurried to the kitchen, hoping to see her but it was just the maids. They were not expecting me, they all paused when they saw me, fear visible in their eyes.“Where is my wife?” I asked. My wife. I liked how those words rolled off my tongue with ease. I watched as all their eyes turned to Luisa, a particular maid who seemed to have bonded with Melissa .“She hasn't been here- in the kitchen today” Luisa finally spoke, her voice a little shaky. She didn't meet my eye, it was as if she was sure I woul