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So for those who don't like smut I will summarize the chapter down below. Also I'll put the hearts where the smut ends....  If you are 18- please don't read this chapter, okay I know you will read it anyway but please, never let it be said that I was the one who polluted your innocent mind.... Also no negative comments if you don't like it then pm me, if you drop any negative comments I will mute you...no offence though.

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I can't believe that am finally going to do 'the deed.' My sex goddess was doing the tutu dance in my lower stomach, inviting the butterflies and sure they are feeling like it is summer in there. As of now am sitting and standing, am nervous... This is the moment when I wish Tracey was real then maybe she'd give me advice.

Logan has only been gone a minute but it feels like twenty years, messy thoughts are going on in my mind. For instance what if he doesn't like it, whatif he is second thinking this. I know he's kinky and is looking for a sex slave I've always known this, but am afraid of being owned since every time I'm owned, am also mistreated.

I stare at the wall clock watching the arrow heads move making that tic toc sound until I realize that its crappy and stop. I try to stand but my feet feel woobly, so this is how weak they get for not being used for a few days, after a few tries, am finally able to balance them. I start walking back and forth to stray my thoughts from what is coming to get me, dang I'll finally see what made Mia want to have sex all over the work place.

I walk to the closet and open it up to get a glimpse of myself before I get fucked. I remove of Logan's shirt and toss it to the laundry basket. I stare down the mirror at my huge breasts and start to feel them, I then spank my ass just a little bit and watch it bounce up and down slightly. I remember the times when I used to hate my body... when I used to think that being slender was perfection, thank God I grew up. Who am I kidding, I always wonder what it'd have been for me to be like my ex best friend Jasmine, who was now a successful model. With a body like hers she always managed to get men to worship her, guess that's what made her successful.

I am busy running hands all over my body that I don't even notice Logan standing behind me. I quickly remove my hands from my pussy and cover my breasts.

"If I knew you were so eager, I'd have skipped the foreplay," he says and I can swear I turn red.

"Huh... Ummmmm... I.. Was just... You know," I don't even have a fucking explanation why I stripped before he got here. Urgh maybe I should have waited for him to come do it. "Am sorry."

"Babe, you have nothing to be sorry for. With a body like yours I don't think I'd ever stop staring at myself, but right now, let me stare. Let me worship your gorgeous body," he says as he starts nibbles on my ear. He places his slightly rough hands on my shoulders and moves them slowly to my lower body.

He takes his time with each of my swelling, he slightly massages my breasts and gripping and teasing, slowly he reaches my hips and traces them out. Damn, I feel so sexy and hot.

He swiftly turns me to face him and cups my cheeks to lean into a mouth watering, earth shattering kiss.

"Oh God," I moan when he sucks a sweet spot below my ear.

"Its not God, its fucking Logan!" He growls as he continues with his assault on my neck.

"Go," I moan out again.

"What did I just say! Its fucking Logan, your virgin body is mine! Not God's mine!" He says forcefully tagging my hair, and spanks my ass painfully. I don't know how or why but am even wetter than I was.

"Fuck Logan..." I yelp as he lifts my legs and them on his waist. And goes on with his assault on my neck.

He then moves his lips from my neck back to mine kissing me like there is no tomorrow, I let out another soft moan but he swallows it with his growl. The way he is kissing and sucking my lip and nibbling my lips and sure it will be swollen by the time he's done. I start lifting his shirt to get him naked but he protests and pins my hands on the wall, he then moves swiftly to the bed and places me there. I gulp as he removes his shirt and drool over his well muscled and sculptured chest, fuck all that is mine. Remind me to ask him how many times he works out in a day.

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