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She soon had a steady rhythm going, her lips going down my shaft, up and down, up and down.
I took her hand as she sucked me, placing it on my balls. Emily got the hint, squeezing me gently as she sucked. The pleasure was intense, and I felt myself grow weak in the knees as the orgasm built.
Right as I was approaching the edge, Emily took my cock out of her mouth and stood up.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
She didn’t respond with words. Instead, Emily took me by the hand and led me over to the benches on the other side of the space. Once there, she turned around and sat down, spreading her legs before me.
“That was more of a turn-on than I expected,” she said. “Now let’s finish together.”
I stepped closer to her. “Ask me nicely, and maybe you’ll get what you want.”
Emily licked her lips. “Please. Please fuck me until we both come.”
I took hold of my cock and drove it into her. She moaned loudly, her pussy soaking wet. Emily wrapped her legs around me and I wasted no time driving into her with wild abandon, bringing the both of us closer to orgasm until we released at the same time, my cock draining deep inside of her.
We said nothing for a time, catching our breath and recovering.
Chapter 21
Emily
It was the day after my shower with Logan, and my body still felt electrified. I was seated on my balcony, my laptop open in front of me as I switched back and forth between transcribing my handwritten notes and admiring the view.
A small smile formed on my lips as I lifted my eyes from the screen to watch the waves crash in on the shore. The island was so calming, so peaceful. Part of me never wanted to leave. I found myself not wanting to leave Logan, either.
How the hell could I possibly feel such a way for a man who was essentially my warden? I should’ve hated him the same way I hated my father. After all, I was just a pawn to both of them, a doll to keep in a box to bring out whenever they wanted.
I gave the matter more thought as I sat there, my fingers hovering over the keys.WasLogan truly the same as Dad? Was one really no better than the other? With Dad, it was simple—he was a prick, and a controlling, abusive one at that.
Logan, on the other hand… he seemed different. I tried many, many times to muster up hate for him, to convince myself that he was evil but it never took. He was ruthless, sure. And after what I’d seen on the beach, I was convinced that he was also dangerous and deadly.
But evil?
Either way, I was only supposed to be there for another couple of weeks. If everything went how my father had planned for it to go, at the end of the month I’d be spirited away back to New York, to return to my bedroom prison until he saw it fit to send me off again. I took one more look at the beach, trying to burn the sight into my memory so that I’d never forget it.
A knock at my bedroom door snapped me out of my daydreaming. I rose, my ankle stinging a bit as I put weight on it.
“Who is it?”
“It’s me!” Marianne shouted on the other side of the door. “Oh, and Pearl.”
I smiled, making my way over to the door and opening it.
“Morning!” Marianne was all sunshine and smiles, her hair done up and her outfit a cute sundress and sandals. Pearl stood next to her, a tray of food in her hands.
“Morning,” I replied.
“Mind if we come in?” Pearl asked. “Brought you a little something.”
“Sure.”
I stepped aside, Pearl entering and Marianne coming in behind her so excited that she was practically skipping.
“What’s on the tray?” I asked.
“It’s breakfast, silly!” Marianne replied as she bounded over to the end of my bed and sat down. “You know, the meal you skipped today?”
