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Emily gasped as I touched her, as I dragged my fingertips over her lips and gently spread them open. She placed her hand onto my wrist and for a moment I thought she might stop me, pull my hand away.
But she didn’t. Instead, she guided me right where she wanted, just above her opening. I pressed my fingertip down gently, making slow circles.
“Oh… Oh, my God.” Emily spoke with her eyes closed, her entire focus on how I touched her, how I made her feel.
“You like the way I touch you?” I couldn’t help but grin as I posed the question. The way she sighed, the way she moaned, made it more than obvious that she did.
She nodded, caressing my hand and making sure that I didn’t move it anywhere. I continued with my slow circles, switching my index finger with my thumb and placing my finger at her opening.
“You’re so damn wet,” I said, the grin still on my face.
Instead of responding, she nodded and bit down on her bottom lip, her hips bucking against my hand. With a slow push, I entered her with my finger.
Emily was tight, very tight. She gasped as I pushed inside, and the deeper I moved, the more certain I became that she was indeed a virgin.
And I was going to give her the greatest night of her life.
Chapter 6
Emily
His long tattooed finger slid inside my pussy.
Agonizing pleasure radiated from my clit to the rest of my body.
His lips, slightly rough, sucked my nipples firmly, sending both pleasure and pain through my body. A stark contrast to the softness I'd imagined my first time would feel like.
Here I was in an unnervingly precarious situation, sharing the intimate confines of a bedroom aboard a luxurious private jet, hurtling through the skies towards the secretive allure of a private island.
I asked him to take my virginity. The question was why?
This man was my father's nemesis, and now, here I was, a pawn in their longstanding feud.
This was more than a physical conquest; it was a psychological battle against my father, and ultimately me.
The sensation of his touch was new and frighteningly intense.
Waves of nervous excitement mixed with a deep-seated fear rippled through me.
I knew what was happening physically, but the emotional turmoil was harder to grasp. I was inexperienced, a virgin caught in a game far bigger than a fleeting encounter.
His thumb brushed tentatively over my clit as he probed gently.
He was older, perhaps around my father's age.
I had to promptly push that thought out of my mind because... well...eww.
Regardless, Logan was teaching me a lesson about age – that with maturity came experience.
"Fuck, you’re wet; I need to taste you," he whispered.
He lowered himself until his face was right between my legs.
His tongue explored cautiously, clearly aware of my inexperience. My hands braced against the bed frame, my legs shaking not just with new sensations, but also with a deep fear of the unknown.
I ran my fingers through his hair, a futile attempt to find some control in this situation.
"Take me," I murmured.
