Aliyah knocked on Logan’s hotel room door, her heart pounding with worry. After the chaos at the event, she'd insisted on accompanying him back to his room, wanting to make sure he was alright after being drugged. Logan opened the door, looking slightly better but still affected, his gaze hazy yet intense.
She helped him inside, guiding him toward the couch. But as she leaned in, she felt his body shift closer, his arm brushing against her back as he steadied himself. Then she felt it—a tension between them that was impossible to ignore. Logan’s gaze drifted down, his face inches from hers, his breathing slow and deliberate. “Aliyah,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Stay. Please.” Her body responded before her mind had the chance to reason it out. She could feel a warmth blooming within her, mirroring his intensity. She wanted to pull away, to tell him it wasn’t right, but something in her hesitated. Maybe it was the way he looked at her, raw and vulnerable, or maybe it was the way her pulse quickened in response to him. Logan’s hand traced a light line down her arm, his touch sending shivers through her. “I need you tonight. Just…stay.” Caught between her own restraint and an undeniable pull toward him, Aliyah hesitated, feeling the heat rise between them. She took a deep breath, searching his eyes, and, for a moment, the world outside his hotel room faded away. As the drug took effect, Aliyah felt her inhibitions melt away, her body becoming a vessel of pure lust. Logan, equally affected, found himself drawn to Aliyah like a magnet, his body craving her touch. They moved closer, their bodies brushing against each other in the crowded room. Aliyah's breath quickened as she felt Logan's strong arms wrap around her waist, pulling her closer. Their lips met in a hungry kiss, tongues dancing and exploring each other's mouths. The taste of alcohol and desire mingled as they kissed passionately, oblivious to the world around them. As the kiss deepened, Logan's hands began to wander, caressing Aliyah's soft curves. He slid his hands under her dress, his fingers deftly unhooking her bra, setting her breasts free. Aliyah moaned softly, her nipples hardening at his touch. She returned the favor, running her hands through his hair, pulling him closer, as if their bodies were made to fit together perfectly. They stumbled towards a nearby bedroom, their need for each other overwhelming any sense of decorum. The room spun around them as they fell onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and desire. Aliyah's dress was hiked up, revealing her smooth, creamy thighs and a glimpse of her lacy panties. Logan's fingers traced the outline of her panties, teasing her, making her squirm with anticipation. "I want you, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice thick with desire. "I need to taste you, feel you around me." Aliyah's heart raced as she heard the raw hunger in his voice. She wanted to surrender to him, to let him take control. With a swift motion, she ripped off her dress, leaving her completely naked, her body on full display. Her breasts heaved with each breath, and her pussy glistened with arousal. Logan's eyes darkened at the sight, his dick straining against his pants. Aliyah pushed him onto his back, straddling his waist, her hands reaching for his belt. She undid it with trembling fingers, eager to release the bulge beneath. Logan's cock sprang free, thick and hard, standing proudly. Aliyah couldn't resist the urge to touch it, to feel its warmth and hardness. She stroked it gently, her fingers exploring its length, while Logan let out a low moan, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Suck me, Aliyah," he pleaded, his voice hoarse. "Take me into that hot mouth of yours." Aliyah needed no further encouragement. She leaned down, her long hair cascading over her shoulders, and took the tip of his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Logan's hips bucked as she took more of him, her mouth warm and wet around his shaft. She sucked and teased, her hand stroking the base as she deepthroated him, her throat welcoming his girth. "Fuck, you're incredible," Logan groaned, his hands gripping the sheets. "I can't hold back much longer." Aliyah didn't want him to hold back. She wanted to feel him lose control, to experience the raw, primal side of him. She increased her pace, bobbing her head up and down, her hand pumping in sync. Logan's cock throbbed in her mouth, and she could taste his precum, salty and intoxicating. With a final, deep thrust, Logan came, his cock pulsating as he filled Aliyah's mouth with his hot cum. She savored the taste, swallowing every drop, her eyes never leaving his. Logan's body shuddered, and he pulled her up, kissing her fiercely, their tongues tangling in a post-orgasmic haze. "Now it's my turn," Aliyah whispered, her voice laced with desire. "I want you inside me, Logan. I need to feel you fuck me raw." Logan needed no further invitation. He flipped her onto her back, spreading her legs wide, revealing her glistening pussy. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cock throbbing, ready to claim her. With one swift thrust, he penetrated her, filling her with a delicious fullness. Aliyah arched her back, her hands gripping the sheets, as Logan began to move, his hips pumping in a primal rhythm. "Oh, fuck, yes!" Aliyah cried out, her voice echoing in the room. "Harder, Logan! Fuck me harder!" Logan obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The bed creaked with each thrust, and their bodies slapped together, a symphony of flesh and desire. Aliyah's pussy clenched around his cock, milking him, driving him wild. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in circles as he fucked her, sending her closer to the edge. "Cum for me, Aliyah," Logan growled, his voice raw. "Let me feel that tight pussy squeeze my dick as you come." Aliyah's body trembled as her orgasm built, a tidal wave of pleasure washing over her. Logan's fingers on her clit sent her over the edge, and she cried out, her pussy convulsing around his cock, milking him as her juices flowed. Logan felt her pussy walls contracting, and it was too much for him to bear. With a final, powerful thrust, he emptied himself into her, his cum mixing with her essence, filling her to the brim. They lay entangled, their bodies glistening with sweat and cum. The night had taken them on a wild ride, a blur of passion and raw desire. As they caught their breath, Aliyah smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "That was just the beginning, Logan," she whispered. "I have so much more in store for you..." Little did Logan know, this was only the first chapter in a night that would push the boundaries of their pleasure and explore the depths of their insatiable lust.Special Chapter: A Day at the Mall It was a typical Saturday afternoon, and Logan, Ethan, and I were out for a little family time at the mall. We’d just finished a fun round of window shopping and were now heading toward the food court to grab a bite. Ethan, of course, was more interested in the giant stuffed animals at the toy store, tugging at Logan’s hand as he pointed toward a huge bear. “Daddy, look! Bear!” Ethan exclaimed, his little voice full of excitement. Logan grinned and ruffled his son’s hair, nodding along. “I see it, buddy. We’ll check it out after lunch,” Logan said with a chuckle. As we strolled down the crowded walkway, a woman, tall, with platinum blonde hair and a tight-fitting dress, caught sight of Logan and smiled. She was clearly giving him the once-over, her eyes lingering a little too long. I raised an eyebrow, already sensing the energy shift around us. Ethan, oblivious to the woman’s intentions, tugged harder at Logan’s hand. But I couldn’t help but n
It was a quiet Sunday morning when I woke up to the sound of soft laughter and the rustling of blankets. My eyes fluttered open to see Logan, sitting by the edge of the bed, his hand gently brushing through our son Ethan’s hair. Ethan, barely three years old, was squirming around in the bed, his little feet kicking and giggling as Logan tried to wrangle him into a proper sitting position. “Come on, buddy,” Logan chuckled, his deep voice full of warmth. “You’ve got to let Mama sleep a little longer.” Ethan’s small, chubby fingers gripped the blankets, his eyes sparkling mischievously as he looked up at his dad. “No, Daddy! I want Mama!” he declared, a pout forming on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Ethan was already a little ball of personality, full of energy and opinions. He had Logan’s eyes—bright, bold, and full of curiosity—and my smile, which he flashed every time he did something mischievous. I stretched, letting out a soft yawn before rolling over to face
One month after Logan proposed to me, we had both found our rhythm. We were deeply in love, and though the months had passed quickly, everything between us felt as though it was meant to be. Logan was exactly the kind of man I had always dreamed of, and now we had a future together—a future that started with that beautiful, unforgettable proposal by the lake.The months leading up to our wedding were a whirlwind of planning, excitement, and of course, some typical stress. Logan, surprisingly, took an active part in planning. I had always expected him to be the type to let me handle everything, but no. He was there, involved in every decision—from choosing the venue to selecting the color of the napkins. Every little detail mattered to him because, to him, it was all about making our day perfect.And finally, a year later, the day arrived—the day I had waited for all my life. Our wedding.The morning of our wedding, I was a bundle of nerves. I couldn’t believe it was finally happening.
The kitchen was quiet now, save for the soft clink of plates being stacked and the occasional hum of the refrigerator. We had just finished breakfast, the warm aroma of pancakes and coffee still lingering in the air. I glanced at Logan, who had pushed his empty plate away, his eyes already shifting toward the clock. It was time for him to get ready for work. I felt a dull ache in my body, a reminder of the night before. But it didn’t stop me from feeling a warmth in my chest as I cleared the table. Logan and I shared a soft smile, the kind of smile that said everything without needing words. There was something so simple and comforting about mornings like this—just the two of us, taking things slow, enjoying each other’s presence before the world outside pulled us in different directions. Logan stood up, stretching his arms above his head with a yawn. “I’m gonna get ready,” he said, his voice still thick with sleep. “Don’t overdo it, okay?” I smiled at him, shaking my head. “I’l
I woke to the soft light of the morning creeping through the edges of the curtains. For a moment, everything felt hazy—the kind of foggy morning when you know you’ve had a good night but still feel the remnants of it in your body. The soreness hit me first. It wasn’t painful, more like a gentle ache, a reminder of last night. My skin was warm with the lingering sensation of Logan's touch, and as my hand brushed against the sheets, I could feel the marks he left behind—his hands, his lips, his warmth. It was funny, in a way. I should’ve been groaning and rolling back over to go to sleep, but instead, I felt a sense of contentment that I hadn’t realized I needed until now. The room was quiet, save for the gentle hum of the fridge in the kitchen. Logan’s soft breathing filled the space beside me, and I glanced over at him, still sound asleep, his tousled hair falling over his forehead, the covers tangled around his body. He looked peaceful—completely at ease, and it made my heart swell.
The dinner had been a tense affair, with Aliyah's father dominating the conversation, his deep voice filling the cozy dining room. Logan, sitting across from his girlfriend, Aliyah, felt a simmering impatience as he politely engaged in small talk with her father. He longed for the moment they would be alone, away from the scrutinizing eyes of her parent. Aliyah, with her dark, sultry eyes and full lips, seemed to sense his restlessness, a mischievous smile playing on her face throughout the meal. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Aliyah's father stood, his tall frame towering over the table. "Well, I should be heading off. You two enjoy the rest of your evening." He gave a warm smile, seemingly oblivious to the electric tension crackling between the young couple. As soon as the front door clicked shut, Logan was in motion. He rounded the table in a swift stride, his eyes locked on Aliyah. Her heart raced as she watched him approach, knowing what was to come. With a swift,
The sun filtered through the hospital blinds, painting the walls with soft streaks of gold. It was my discharge day, and I couldn’t be happier. After days of recovering in the sterile environment of the hospital, I was ready to feel the fresh air on my face and return to normal life. Logan had been by my side throughout, his steady presence a source of comfort, and my father had dropped by regularly, bringing a mix of concern and teasing to keep me grounded. I was halfway through packing my belongings when the door opened, and in strolled my father, Oliver Whitmore, with his usual air of authority. His sharp suit, as always, was impeccable, but the warmth in his eyes softened his otherwise commanding demeanor. He stopped near the bed and gave me a once-over. “Well, look at you, Miss Whitmore,” he began with a mock-serious tone. “Out of bed, moving around, looking like you’re ready to conquer the world again.” I smirked as I folded the last of my things. “It’s about time, don’t y
It had been a few days since I’d gotten out of the hospital, and I was slowly regaining my energy. The fog in my head was clearing, and for the first time in a while, I felt like myself again. The tension that had been hanging in the air between me and Logan had faded, and I could sense a familiar comfort returning between us. Logan had barely left my side since the incident. He was always there—whether it was bringing me food, keeping me company, or making sure I had everything I needed. I could tell he was worried, but he never said a word. His presence alone was enough to make me feel safe. That evening, a few of my friends stopped by to check on me. Perlas, Iris, and even Ben made an appearance, bringing laughter and warmth to the room. We spent hours talking, reminiscing about old memories, and catching up. But through it all, I couldn’t help but notice Logan sitting quietly beside me, his eyes always on me, making sure I was okay. At one point, I caught him staring at me f
The soft rustling of the hospital room faded as I sat up in bed, slowly peeling back the covers. I hadn’t realized how much the weight of everything had been hanging on me until now—how long it had been since I felt like I could finally breathe easy. As I was idly stirring my breakfast, lost in thought, the door creaked open. My head snapped up, expecting to see one of the nurses, but instead, I was met with the familiar sight of my father. I blinked, not sure if I was imagining things. My heart leapt in my chest at the sight of him. It was a rare thing to see him drop the composed act, and yet, there he was, standing in the doorway, his face a strange mix of concern and relief. “Dad?” I said, my voice catching in my throat. For a moment, neither of us spoke. He just stood there, looking at me with those tired eyes of his, his lips parted like he was trying to find the right words. It hit me then—how much he must’ve been worrying, how much he must’ve felt helpless, and the realizat