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I just crossed my lines. Broke the rules and did the one thing I said I wouldn’t do since I saw her.
Kissing my best friend's sister.
But fuck it, I am going to make the most of this sin while I can.
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KAYLA
Ilost every sense of reasoning when I gazed at him and followed his eyes. He was staring at my breast, I wasn't wearing any bra, and my nipple lines were visible in my silky dress.
"Just call my name," he muttered to me. His voice was hoarse, and I could see how he longed for me. I was trying to fight every will in me to say no to him, pinning me to the wall and having my body press against his.
"Logan," I whispered, and that was the tipping point for us. He took my lips into his, kissing me hungrily.
He lifted me and placed me on top of the counter while our lips parted for a split second to breathe. It was just like going underwater and coming up for air.
I grabbed his hand and pulled him to me, our lips meeting in a searing kiss. My hands stroked his chest, back, and hair as we crushed our bodies against each other passionately. His fingers traced my contours as his thumbs brushed against my bottom lip. I moaned as his thumbs moved to the inside of my bottom lip and pushed against my pouty mouth, trying to force a kiss. His body pressed against mine, our breasts rubbed against each other, and his erection pushed against my belly button.
I stroked his back as his hands slid along my sides, then under my long, straight hair. I kissed him again, my tongue exploring his mouth as he did mine. Our kisses were hot and hungry, our tongues dancing along each other's lips. He pulled away from my mouth to nuzzle my neck, his beard scratchy against my skin, and his lips parted mine. My breasts felt as heavy as his mouth, and his beard caressed them. He bit my neck, his beard scratched against my jaw, and his lips were hot.
"I want you," he mutters underneath his breath, mingled with my own "I want you".
I wasn't sure what to make of the fact that he wanted me. Did he want to fuck me? Did I want to fuck him?
He pulled away a little from me.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he said huskily, his tone turning into a heavy bass.
"We shouldn't be doing this," I repeated after him as I found his hands lifting my nightgowns so that his hands could slide up my breast.
"Fuck, Kayla," he grunted in my ear. I let out a little moan, as what he was doing to me and the effect he was having on me were unbearable. As his teeth grazed at my jugular, the world dimmed, and all he could hear was my breathing, heavy and panting in his ears.
My body trembled against his as I tried to cling to him, my breasts shaking against his chest, my nipples tightening into tiny pink buds. I felt waves of euphoria crash over me as my orgasm took my breath away.
I shivered as he ran his hands down my body. My breaths were coming fast and short, and I heard him chuckle.
"Why are you grinning," I asked. He beams at me for a moment without responding.
"Just thinking how surreal it is to be doing all this to you," I said, not responding to him because all this right now seemed like a dream too.
I felt him trace his hands on the straps of the nightgown I was wearing, and then he brought his lips to my earlobe. I turned my head to the side to give him more access as I moaned. His lips left hot trails as he descended to my boobs. Finally, his teeth found my erect nipples through the sheer material of the nightgown, and he bit down gently.
I arched my back and pushed my boobs up when he repeated the same thing on the other nipple, and then he pulled the sleeves of my nightgown to fall on my shoulders as he kissed my shoulders and neck. His lips found my breast again, and he took one nipple in his mouth and the other between his thumbs, switching back and forth between them. I was moaning and writhing on the counter.
He continued to explore my body until I was begging him to stop, and then he continued the trail to my stomach and then the waistband of my panties. He ran his fingers through my skin, and I felt myself turn even wetter. At this point, my panties were soaked. Then he ignored the wetness beckoning to him and continued to kiss his way down to my thighs, then my legs. Finally, he took the trail back up my legs, focusing on the hollow at the back of my knees, my legs on his shoulders. I was moaning and begging, and I didn't even care.
"Don't stop," I begged, as I couldn't take it anymore.
Then a loud phone rang from Logan's pocket and startled us. I pulled away from him as his hands reached for the phone in his pocket.
"Fuck!" he exclaimed and took three steps back. "I need to go," he simply said, and before I could even ask him what was going on, he was out of the kitchen and had slammed the door.
I felt humiliated and disgusted with myself. Why did I let him go that far with me?
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Logan
