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The Fake BadBoy and I 43. Can You Feel Me?
WARNING: 18+ Content. *Wink Wink*LoganAngry Daniel is hot.I'm staring at him in awe as his chest rises and falls. He is fuming. He is seething.I'm hard, and my body is burning for him."Don't you have anything else to say to me?" he roars so I stop drooling."You are covered in frosting. Want me to help you clean?" I breathe in and out slowly. He looks delicious, and it has nothing to do with the cake."I want you to fuck off and die."I grab the back of his head and pull him toward me. A small noise escapes Daniel's throat as I lick the icing off his cheek."What do you think you're doing?" Daniel croaks out.Hmm...he doesn't sound as angry as before, I think to myself as I fumble with the buttons of his shirt."Why aren't you answering me, dammit?" Daniel growls.His deep, rage-filled voice messes with my mind. I want him. I want to stick my steely cock inside him. Ugh, I want him now!"Logan...are you not hearing me?""I want to fuck you senseless, then I'd be happy to die," I
The Fake BadBoy and I 44. Stay Away
DanielI'm staring down at Logan. He is just lying there, panting, covered in sweat and cum. And I feel ashamed.I don't know what came over me earlier. It was as if I was possessed by somebody else. I didn't feel like me anymore as I forced myself on him.I wanted to pour all my rage into him, somehow blaming him for all the mess in my life.I take my shirt off and then help him stand up."Shit...Logan shit..." I breathe heavily, trying to find the right word. Should I apologize to him? Is he even mad? Why is he smiling? If he's mad, he shouldn't be smiling right now?I offer my shirt to him so he can clean up, kind of like a peace offering. "Wow, Danny, I didn't know you were so sexually frustrated. And all that pent-up anger? I wish you would've just told me and we would've had our first time properly.""What do you mean properly?" I ask."You know, we could've done this in a more romantic setting. With candles and flowers and shit," Logan smirks.So he seems fine, and here I am, b
The Fake BadBoy and I 45. Am I Selfish?
LoganThe twerp in front of me is terrified of me, that much is obvious. But I still don't think he gets the message loud and clear."Stephan, sweetheart, did you hear what I said just now? You will lose a few body parts if you don't leave Danny alone," I said.Stephan blinks at me as if he is in disbelief. He looks at Daniel helplessly, but Daniel only shrugs. I'm proud of him for not defending this prick."Baby! Why are you just standing there? Just because this guy is your boss doesn't mean you can let him talk to me like this!" Stephan exclaimed."You are a cheater, Stephan. I have nothing to tell you other than the fact that it's over between us. So just walk away," Daniel says grimly.Stephan threw his arms up in surrender. "Alright, fine. I don't have the time for theatrics. I'll just leave."I let go of him. "Good decision."Down sits down at one of the little tables and just stays there, not moving even after Stephan storms off.I sit down in front of him and touch his should
The Fake BadBoy and I 46. Nightmare
DanielEverything I own and love. Gone, destroyed by the fire.Why did this happen to me? What did I ever do to deserve this? I think to myself as I watch my house burn to the ground."Danny. What will we do now? Where will we go?" Trisha is sobbing next to me, but I don't know what to tell her. I need to be the big brother and comfort her, but no words are coming out of my mouth."I told you not to leave the fireplace on, Trisha. You've got to turn it off before you leave the house," I tell her again, for the fourth time."I know I messed up, okay? I'm sorry!" Trisha cries out.I pull her into an embrace and stroke her hair. "Shhh...sorry. I'll stop bringing it up now. It's not your fault, I mean, accidents happen. I'm not blaming this on you, I swear." I whisper. The insurance should cover some of the cost of the house, but I still have to figure out where to live for the time being. We are pretty much homeless right now.I wince as I see Logan approaching us. I hadn't been answerin
The Fake BadBoy and I 47. You Need Sleep
DanielIt's been two weeks since I'd been living with Logan.Trisha seems happy with it as she gets to use Logan's game room and gets to sleep in a big, luxurious room.Logan seems even happier having us around.Everyone is happy...except for me.No, I'm not unhappy because of Logan. I am grateful to him, and I'm slowly starting to forgive him for abandoning me. It happened a long time ago, and I'm not the kind of person who holds grudges forever.Besides, ever since I fucked him in the office...god, I can't stop thinking about it.His muscular back glistens with sweat while I pound into him...Ugh, no! Stop it, Daniel, what the hell is wrong with you?Seeing him in the morning is awkward, but he seems to enjoy having breakfast with us, and I can't be rude and walk out on him. He even offers to ride the same car to work!But I am unhappy and worn out for a different reason.I can't fucking sleep at night.Ever since the fire, I keep seeing the same nightmare over and over again. I am
The Fake BadBoy and I 48. Please, Stay
DanielI nearly choke as I see Logan putting a pair of glasses on. Since when does he wear glasses?"What?" he asks when he notices me staring at him."Why are you wearing those? Your eyesight is fine," I say."How would you know that? I'm getting older, so maybe I need these," Logan pouts.I chuckle at that. Those glasses are obviously fake, but he kind of looks hot in them. Gives me the professor vibe. "No, seriously...""Alright, fine. They are fake. Sometimes I put them on to look more professional. You know...so people take me more seriously," he says."I'm sure people take you plenty seriously when you hold a gun on their forehead," I say, rolling my eyes."Awww! That's sweet of you to say. But I prefer holding a knife to their throat," Logan corrects me."Are you going to read me something or not?" I snap."Oh yeah, sorry." Logan adjusts his glasses and then opens the book he was holding earlier."It was a typical Mon...""Wait!" I stop him."What?" he looks up at me."You didn
The Fake BadBoy and I 49. Good Morning
LoganHe is not resisting me.Every nerve in my body is alive with the intensity of the moment, and I feel like I could kiss him forever. But as the kiss draws to a close, I pull back, feeling breathless and alive with the intensity of our connection. I want to kiss him again."Can I touch you?" I whisper.Danny looks at me as if he is surprised about me asking for permission. "Yeah. Please touch me more."I kiss him again and reach inside his pajamas. I'm pleased to find his cock stiff and ready for me.Smiling against his lips, I stroke his cock slowly, almost teasing it."Ohh...Logan, it feels good," he groans, so I keep going."You like this? I bet this will make you sleep faster than reading about two men fucking eh?" I chuckle."Sto...stop talking. Fuck, this feels so good," he growled."I know, you said that already."I feel his hips arching upward now, and I loosen my grip just enough to let him thrust deeper into my fist with each stroke."I love your beautiful cock, Daniel.
The Fake BadBoy and I 50. She is in Trouble
DanielI can hear Logan in the kitchen. How can I not, as it sounds like a storm passing through there?A loud clunking sound gets me curious. I thought he was supposed to cook lunch for me and not build a house.It sounds like something he dropped. I quickly got up from the couch and walked toward the kitchen to investigate.I see Logan standing amidst a big mess. Rice is scattered all over the countertop and floor, and a whole chicken is lying on the ground instead of the countertop.I can't help but let out a small chuckle as I see Logan's exasperated expression. "Looks like you've made quite a mess," I said, trying to hold back my laughter.Logan turns to face me, looking slightly embarrassed. "Yeah...I dropped the chicken.""And rice. Let me guess, you are attempting to make chicken and rice?""Yeah. Your grandma once told me it was your favorite."I wince. It's been a while since my Abuela passed away, but the memory of her death still lingers in my mind. Whenever I think about
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