by Logan Chance
remove a condom from the night stand.
“Houston, please.”
No need to beg, this is for sure happening and I smile as her eyes watch my dick as I roll the condom along it.
“You want this?” I ask, motioning to my cock in my hands.
Her tongue dashes out along her lower lip, slow, drawn out. So fucking sexy.
I press the head of my cock against her entrance and catch her doe-eyed expression, blindsided by everything they represent-- Innocence, beauty, intelligence, and a hint of feistiness I find fascinating. I fumble momentarily, entranced by the emotion in her eyes.
This is just a fuck, nothing more and I need to remember that. The moment that fact is completely embedded into my brain, I slam inside her as she moans.
“Oh God, Houston,” she cries as I relentlessly pick up momentum and every thrust became more powerful than the last. She feels so good wrapped around me as I plunge deep into her pussy. If I could only fuck her hard enough, rough enough, maybe for one goddamn minute I could forget the past.
I fist my hand into her chestnut hair.
My rhythm picks up, my speed unmasked. I felt like a fucking beast on fire. She bucks beneath me as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. God, she tastes like cherries and cream. Thoughts of her being my student enter my mind, but the demons deep within chase them away immediately. At this point in time, I don't care who she is.
“Damn, you’re so tight,” I hiss, thinking back to her boyfriend and how she had probably never been fucked this hard before in her life.
“Houston, I’m going to come.”
“That’s right, baby. Come on my cock.”
My own orgasm isn't far away, and I want to hold off a bit longer. I don't ever want to stop fucking this girl. Visions of her when I would watch her from my apartment fire off in my mind as I slam inside her, nice and deep.
Her lying on her bed, white lacy bra and panties while she slipped her fingers beneath the band of her panties.
The expression on her face when she would make herself come to the rhythm of her own music. I can't wait to see it again. Know that I gave it to her.
Her body trembles as the first signs of her orgasm shakes her. Through hooded eyes, I lean back a bit to catch the curve of her lip as she moans. Her back arches off the bed, and her nails dig so deep into my back I know she left marks.
“Fuck yeah.” I need it, my own personal vice to take away the pain of the past two years.
“Houston, Oh God,” she wails, her eyes squeezing tight.
“That’s right, baby, come all over me.”
The moment her tight little pussy clamps down around me, my own release shoots from me. I can't control it. Can't contain it any longer. Her orgasm causes my own to explode from me.
She’s everything I’ve been searching for, but yet, will never pursue. This one fuck is all I need and tomorrow, I will treat her as if I never knew her.
And Another:
SEX SCENE #2
So, what exactly wouldn’t you mind doing?” I love to fucking tease her, it gets us both excited.
“I wouldn’t mind letting you touch me,” she whispers as her hands rest on my shoulders.
“What else?” I ask, pushing her to say she wants to be fucked.
“I wouldn’t mind letting you kiss me.”
“Kiss you where?” I keep pushing.
“My lips,” she says moving in slowly for a kiss.
“Which lips Ms. Murphy?”
“Both,” she says right before her lips land on mine.
I squeeze her ass and pull her flush against me. I can’t seem to get enough of her. I lift her up and as she wraps her legs around me and her dress rides up. It’s so fucking hot and I literally can’t get into my bedroom fast enough. I need to have her naked and this time, she’s going to be riding my cock. I want to see those perfect tits bouncing while she experiences more pleasure than she’s ever gotten.
I step into my room and close the door behind us. I put her down and gently kiss her lips, causing her to sigh. Grinning I pull back and yank my shirt off, before stepping out of my jeans. She is watching me with great fascination, biting her lip. I walk past her and go sit on the bed, leaning against my solid wood headboard. She starts to walk toward me and I shake my head. “No. Stay right there. I want you to undress for me,” I say rubbing my hard cock through my boxer briefs.
She’s a bit shy in doing this, but that’s what I want this to be. I want us both to experience things we normally wouldn’t, make us forget the real world, the pain and the struggle and push our limits of pleasure.
She slowly grabs the bottom of her dress and lifts it over her head, dropping it to the floor. Her tits that are covered in a black strapless bra and her black lace panties are all that are keeping me from seeing her perfect body. It is such a turn on seeing her stand there completely unsure of what to do.
“Don’t stop now. Unsnap that bra and let me see those flawless tits,” I demand.
She does exactly as I ask and when I see her tits, I have no choice but to free my cock from the confines of my boxers. I grip it tightly and watch her lick her lips. I grin and move to the end of the bed. Marley stalks my every move, so when I remove my boxers and sit on the edge of the bed holding my cock in my hands she swallows.
Next are some never before seen scenes of the first draft of Like A Boss, I’ll tell you, I named Blair Nadine at first, but changed her name to Blair later. So these scenes will mention a Nadine, and now you know why.
ALSO THESE ARE UNEDITED and obviously never made it into the book:
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The following month my happy shining world would collide with the gridlocked emotions of sadness at finding my heart scattered all over the bedroom floor.
The night I’d opened the door, and was blasted in the face with reality. There she was with some guy. They were screwing so fast and so hard, they never noticed me. My world became one jagged jaded mess as I watched the love of my life get thoroughly fucked by someone else. The worst part of the whole thing was that my baby was inside of her. The baby we made together when I thought we were going to take over the world. None of this seemed to matter to her while she partook in the act of betraying my trusting heart.
After Lucy was born, Nadine took off leaving her mother, Sandy, and I to pick up the pieces. Lucy was the only good thing that came out of my betrayed love. She was my world and I was thankful Nadine gave her to me. I would take a million broken hearts if it meant I got to spend the rest of my days with my little girl.
The first year was rough. Trying to mend a broken heart while dealing with two a.m. feedings was a lesson I felt I didn’t need at the age of twenty-seven, but one that I had no choice, my baby needed me. We were alone in this together so I stepped up and gave Lucy what she deserved a stable father who loved her more than life.
Looking back I was an idiot, to believe Nadine ever loved me, or Lucy for that matter. She had a cold, black heart. She hid it well as she manipulated my trusting heart in her web of destruction. I should have seen the signs. She allowed me to worship her giving just enough to keep me where she wanted me. Thinking back I wanted to kick my ass for being such a fucking idiot.
“Call me later,” Sandy said as she made her way back to her house.
We piled into the truck after I secured her in the car seat. With her pigtails and big smile, I climbed into the driver’s side and started the engine.
“So, did you have fun with Grandma?” I asked her.
“Yes, we pwayed all day.”
I pulled back onto the road as we listened to her favorite princess movie soundtrack. A few miles up the road I saw a car on the side of the road. Smoke billowed from the engine of the small red sedan. A woman with long blonde hair had the hood up and appeared to be trying to fix her car with the evil glare she was shooting at it.
“Lucy, I’m going to pull over and help this nice woman.” I veered off the side of the road as Lucy's big green eyes widened
at the sight of the smoking car.
Heat seemed to rise from the asphalt as I parked behind her car. I kept the motor running as I stepped outside to assess the damage.
Standing next to my door, I called over to the woman with the upset expression. Her hair reflected the sun, her eyes were cast under the hood of her car, focused on the pipe where the smoke erupted. She didn't move when I spoke so I walked closer trying to get her attention.
She hadn’t known I was standing near her, until my shadow blocked her vision of the engine.
She turned around and her brown eyes sparkled with anger. Her face had a sheen of sweat across it like she had been standing outside for awhile.
“Do you need any help?” I asked as I glanced back to the truck to be sure Lucy was still ok.
“I don’t know what happened, the car just started smoking,” she said in a voice as rich as honey.
One more glance at the truck, I rubbed the back of my neck. “Looks like the engine overheated.”
“Oh,” she said her gaze swept over the inside of the car.
“Listen, I can help you. I just have my daughter in the car. Let me get her.”
“Oh ok. I can call someone. You don’t need to help.”
“Nonsense. Let me just get her,” I said as I left to head to my truck.
The woman was strikingly radiant and I needed a moment to collect my thoughts as she had floored me with her beauty. My body instantly responded to her, and I had to shake the image of bending her over the smoking car and taking right there on the side of the road out of my head.
Her hair was pulled up in a bun some of the strands were falling out curling against her neck from the heat. Her long legs led up to a perfectly rounded ass which I couldn’t stop staring at while she leaned over the hood as her tits pushed up and out, creating the perfect cleavage imaginable. I stopped my thoughts from thinking of what I could do with that perfect cleavage. Fuck my daughter was in the car waiting for me and this poor woman was having a shit day. What the hell was wrong with me?
What held me completely speechless was the depth to her copper-colored eyes. When she landed those suckers on me all reason fled down to brain in my pants.
I opened the truck door, and saw Lucy asleep in her car seat. Before I could turn around the woman was right behind me.
She placed her pink-tipped nails against my shoulder and peered into the vehicle. “She’s so cute. What’s her name?”
“Lucy.” I took a quick inventory of my truck looking for the jug of water I usually kept in it. I completely forgot it had been used up, and not refilled when Richie and I drank from it while fishing last week. Shit.
“What a great name. How old is she?”
“Huh?” I hadn’t really heard her as I was trying to think of the best option of what to do. A gas station wasn’t far off and we could buy some water for her car and be back with plenty of time to make it home to have dinner with Dex and girl number ahh hell who could keep count.
“How old is she?” she asked again with her sultry smile and I took notice of her full, sweet lips.
“She’s three. Fuck, I thought I had a jug of water. Why don’t I take you up to the gas station and we can buy some.”
“No, please you don’t need to do that.”
“I want to.”
She hesitated briefly as the golden specks in her eyes sparkled from the power of the Florida sun. “Uh, ok. I do have somewhere I need to be soon. I was going to call a tow truck, but I guess this will work.” She walked back to the car, grabbing her purse and locking the door.
I couldn't help but watch as her jean clad legs climbed into my truck. I buckled my seat belt telling myself to calm the hell down. “Once we have some water, your car should be fine.”
“Thank you so much. Maybe I should ask your name.”
“Theo, and you?”
“Penelope. It’s nice to meet you.” She smiled and I was awestruck by her. The ride up the road was silent, I didn’t know what to say to her. Normally I didn't bother with small talk. I didn't have much time without Lucy so I never really bothered with idle talking .
The radio hummed the tune of Lucy’s favorite song and I chuckled as I reached for the knob to turn it down.
“I think it’s cute you listen to that with her,” she said.
“Yeah, it’s one of my favorite songs. I have been known to jam out to it even when she’s not in the car.”
She laughed gently to herself, and bit her bottom lip. “I bet you do.”
“Oh absolutely I do.” I reached back for the dial to turn it up.
She blushed and I wondered if she was flirting with me. Thoughts of asking her out ran through me. She seemed like more than a one time girl, and maybe I was ready for it. Last night was still fresh in my mind and the soreness of my cheek wasn't going to let me forget it anytime soon. The more I thought about asking her out the more I felt like it was a good idea.
My gaze wandered to the rearview mirror where it locked on Lucy blissfully asleep drool running down her pudgy cheek. A stark reminder that the life of a single dad didn't allow time for love.
So, instead of taking the plunge, I would continue with my Friday night fun times and help Penelope with her car. It was useless to think I could do anything different.
When we reached the store, she ran out to buy the two gallon jugs I told her to get.
Lucy was still passed out, exhausted from her morning. I thought about waking her up, it was going to be a bitch to get her down at bedtime if I let her sleep much longer. I hated anything that would screw up her schedule, I would just need to be sure to wear her out when my brother came over and hope for the best.
“All set,” Penelope said as she climbed back into the front seat. She placed both jugs down by her feet and I pulled out onto the street.
“Again, Theo, thank you so much.”
“Please stop thanking me. I would help anyone on the side of the road.” It wasn’t true, but she didn’t need to know it.
The main reason I pulled over was because her tight little body humming with anger called to me like a siren.
I had to see more.
We didn’t have much time before we were back to her car, but there were so many things I wanted to ask her. Curiosity burned in my stomach. The strange urge to find out everything about her pressed against my skull. I wondered if she was married? I didn’t see a ring, but still one could never be too sure. I mentally shook myself from going down that route. What the fuck was wrong with me? I just agreed I had no time for something serious I needed to tamp these thoughts down before I let them get out of hand.
When I pulled up behind her car on the side of the road, her face lit up against the backdrop of the city and I felt the tightness pull across my jeans. I twisted in the seat to relieve the tension building, but my eyes were glued to hers.
“So, let me see those jugs and I’ll fill you up.” God, my wording couldn’t have sounded any better. Like I had just picked them up from the gutter in which they came.
She giggled and the sound rang lightly through the cab of the truck I ran my hand along the back of my neck trying to ease the tension.
“Ok then.” She reached for the jugs on the floorboard between her feet.
“Will you stay here with her?” I felt odd having a stranger stay with my daughter, but somehow I trusted her.
She appeared genuine and good-hearted.
“Of course, and thank you.”
“What have I said about that word?”
“I know, I’m sorry unthank you. You’re doing a horrible job.” She smiled wide showcasing a glowing set of straight white teeth.
“Much better.” I climbed out of the truck.
The whole time I poured the water into her empty radiator, my curiosity increased. Should I ask for her number? It wouldn’t hurt. It wasn't like I was proposing or anything crazy like that.
I’d never questioned things of this nature before, but since Lucy had been born I
never dated. I wondered if I could start now. Fuck there I go changing my mind again. Damn, I needed to get my shit together.
I dropped the hood of her car and glanced over to my truck. I could see the blonde coming more loose from the bun she had it in with her head turned. She was glancing in the back seat, and then her head sprang back and she laughed.
Lucy was awake, I could tell.
“What are you two crazy women getting into in here,” I said as I opened the door.
“I was just meeting Lucy. She’s very sweet.”
“Daddy, are we home?” Lucy said, sleepily from the back of the twin cab.
“Not yet, baby girl.” I blew her a kiss.
Penelope slid out of the truck as I walked around to meet her.
“Is it all fixed?” she asked.
“Yeah, just get it checked out soon. Make sure there isn’t a leak or something worse.”
We were standing close, and it felt odd. She was so pretty, so amazingly stunning and I wanted to ask her. What I wanted to ask I didn’t know, but I knew I couldn’t just let her walk away.
“I will, thanks again.” She turned to leave and my throat narrowed.
“Penelope, wait.” I reached my hand out and made contact with her heated skin. The day was heating up and would most likely reach record highs this afternoon.
“Yes,” she said.
“I was wondering if maybe one day you’d like to have dinner.” I stood ramrod straight waiting for her reply and it felt like hours as she glanced around.
“Actually that’s very sweet. But, I have a boyfriend.” And there it was, the kiss of death. My heart sank as I should have known better. Of course a woman as gorgeous as her would be taken. The first woman to make me think I could do something other than casual fucking had a boyfriend. I needed to stick to what I knew.
“Ok, then I hope you have a good day.” I didn’t know what I was saying and was feeling the awkwardness of the conversation taking over.
“Thank you again,” she said.
“Ah.” I raised my hand and waved away her thanks, chastising her for doing it again.
