"Blunt, are we?" Logan asked with amusement, his voice sounded like he was just expressing a simple friendly interest, when deep down, he could feel a particular and interesting part of him beginning to harden.

"You asked what I wanted, and I said it." Emily raised her shoulders and dropped it with a sigh. A sigh that said a lot of things, a sigh that told him she was starting to get irritated by his plenty talks. A sigh that spoke so clearly that she wanted his cock right that moment.

"I didn't think a woman of your type would admit that so easily." He smirked. He noticed the way her body wavered from standing on her toes for too long.

"A woman of my type?" she frowned, finally giving up and standing next to him.

"Ah. What I simply mean is that you're proud. A proud woman." he smiled at her slightly. Very soon, he was sure she was going to explode and lash out at him.

"It's no secret." she mumbled. The loud cheer from the crowd increased when the DJ tuned into a different beat that both Emily and Logan couldn't quite bother to think about. The club lights bubbled and bounced against their skins, one minute, they'd glow green, the next purple.

"Huh?" confusion played in his eyes.

"I meant that you'd be a fool to not know that I am proud! Now are you going to fuck me or not?"

Emily's voice boomed over the loud noise, and it took a little bit of resistance to let Logan's eyes remain in their normal size.

After a few minutes of listening only to the sound of people screaming, and music blasting in the place, Logan spoke.

"Lead the way then, princess."

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"So are we like going to your house?" Logan asked as Emily drove along the busy night street.

"No."

"Why? Don't want your husband to catch you in the act?" he grinned. It was so much fun seeing the fierce looking blonde, get all worked up.

"You speak like you're a professional at this." Emily said, the longest she'd ever said to him since the night began for both of them.

"At what?"

"Sleeping around with women. Especially taken ones. Don't tell me it's what you do for a living?" she smirked, driving full speed past a mini truck.

"You love playing around with your words, don't you?" his dark brows lifted.

"And it seems like you didn't finish with your education." Emily scoffed, a bit too harshly.

"Ouch! That hurt," Logan feigned hurt. "..but you're right though. I stopped at my last year of high school, so please do go easy on me whenever you speak. Some of us aren't as lucky as you are."

For a minute, Emily stared at him with a slight pang of guilt, his face had hardened and his mouth compressed, all of which was under fake pretense of course.

"Are you a man whore?" she asked, trying to change the subject, but little did she know she was just worsening the whole situation.

"No. I am not a man whore, do I look like one?" his voice hid none of the amusement he felt.

Crap!  Emily shuddered. Sometimes her mouth could be so big. Refusing to admit that she was at fault, and apologize, she diverted the conversation for the third time.

"Where do you live?"

"Why?"

"I have a fiancé. Don't ask any questions."

Logan chuckled lightly, a refreshing sound that tingled Emily's insides.

"Don't worry, I don't ask about what doesn't concern me. As long as we both want to fuck, it's cool."

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"So isn't this the part where we get rid of our clothes and stand naked?"

Logan stared, completely beguiled by the woman standing before him. Her presence spoke of sophistication, pride, no one would look at this woman and think that she was no proper lady.. but Logan was beginning to second guess that now.

He had met women who said out loud, what they wanted. Be it that they wanted to ride his dick, or get spanked, but this woman seemed different in a way. She wanted him and had made no error or mistake when she'd told him, that was a thing that happened to him almost every time, but yet, hers' seemed to have more effect to him.

"Ah I see. Sure, it's the part." Logan smirked, he walked past her and sat on his wooden bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes growing into slits, and bringing back the image he had of her the first time they met. The look that still gave him nightmares.

"Doing what you want,"

He saw the confusion dance around in her eyes, and a frown highlighted her already tightened face. He crossed his legs, leaned more backward onto the bed, before speaking.

"Strip for me."

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The twisted feeling in her stomach was coming back. A surge of exhilaration ran through her, thickening her arousal.

She had never stripped for any one, not even herself. She didn't stand half naked in front of the large mirror in her room and take off her clothes seductively.

"I never bargained for a strip tease." she said, trying to suppress the thrill she felt in her voice.

"You asked me to Fuck you. I know.  We'll get there. We need to warm ourselves up with a little bit of foreplay eh?" Logan smiled mischievously.

The lights in the room were bursting their yellow rays around the four corners of the room. Nothing was to be hidden from it, not even the slight blush that crept up into Emily's face.

"Or is all you have, a loud mouth and no guts?" Logan pressed further, and for a fleeting second, Emily felt insulted, and dared.

No word came out from her mouth to lash back at him, instead a sly smile replaced her pout like mouth and she took gentle strides towards Logan, stopping right at his front.

"Darling, don't dare me." she slurred on her words. As gently as she could, her hands went up to her leopard print shirt, and her fingers met with the small buttons sewed into it. She popped off the first button, then the second went next, all the way, Logan's eyes never strayed away from her chest, a grin playing out on his lips.

When it was just the last button left, Logan could see Emily's matching leopard print bra already, her breasts held high by the tiny material.

All he wanted right there, was to rip her shirt off, along with that tiny devil that was hooked around her breasts.

Emily's eyes sparkled as she saw the hunger in Logan's eyes. It seemed she was doing a good job. She smirked, placed her hand above his, and led it to her exposed chest. She let his hand stay stuck at the mid way between her breasts, beneath everything - the bra, boobs, and chest, Emily could feel her heart beating wildly, threatning to explode any time soon.

Logan's hand took a different direction and fell to her right breast, his hand enclosed on it, and when his grip tightened around it, Emily groaned, but she wasn't going to give him what he so badly desired, not yet. He asked for a strip, and she was going to give it to him. She snatched his hands away, and moved a bit backward.

"I'm not done with my tease."

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Fuck that tease! Logan wanted to shout out. He watched in frustration, as Emily continued with taking her clothes off. She finally popped open the last button, and threw her shirt onto the ground.

Her hands went to the hem of her skirt for a while, before she dragged them down slowly. Revealing a matching set of panties. Leopard. There was no doubt this woman was fiercer than one, herself.

"I like the colour of your undies." Logan grinned playfully and Emily shook her head.

After taking off her skirt and shirt, she was left in nothing, but just her nude heels and undies.

Logan felt his dick harden with every look and action she made. Even if he wanted to make small jokes, and be savage, the view at his front prevented him from doing so.

"Come here." he growled, and surprisingly, without any objection, Emily walked calmly towards him again. He sat upright and tapped against his lap.

"Sit." and she did, her ass, lightly brushing against his erection. It took everything in him not to freak out and behave like a gentle man.. at least, for now.

"Take that shit off." his Irish accent was increasingly getting thicker and more arousing for Emily, rendering her panties a complete mess. From the soft fabric of her bra, she could feel her nipples sharpen and harden. All the blood and fluids in her body were acting up against her.

"Huh?" she mumbled. Why was she sounding this way?! She never sounded this way.  Emily's thoughts ran wild.

"Your bra. Take it off. It's proving to be a nuisance."

Her eyes trailed down to his clothed figure, and she scoffed, slowly feeling her normal self seep back in.

"No."

Logan's eyes widened in horror.

"You, strip for me." she said.

Logan wanted to laugh out loud. Strip for her?  No body had ever asked that of him, they had stripped for him, but never him, for them.

"What? Too shy?" Emily smirked, standing up from his laps, though the moment she did it, she instantly regretted the hard feel of his dick against her. It sent her blood pressure over the moon.

Logan let out a boyish grin, before nodding his head and standing up.

"Fine."

Emily replaced his sitting position, and sat crossed legs, with her eyes planted on him.

"Begin."

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This seemed stupid. Logan didn't know what to do. Should he slowly twist his waist as he took his clothes off, or turn around and wiggle his flat bum in the air? No, she'd probably think him gay.

An idea suddenly popped up in his head, and an extremely large grin appeared on his face.

First, he opened the button of his jean trouser, and drew the zip down. Half of his growing bulge was visible from the small 'V' the opened trouser had provided. Emily's eyes stayed fixated on it.

Slowly, he placed his hands downward at the end of his shirt, raised it and dragged it over his head, bringing to light the numerous tattoos he had hidden there.

He kept half an eye of her and kept to himself, an amused smile as he noticed her eyes trail up, scrutinizing  them with heavy gazes.

With his shirt off, he went back to his trouser and pulled it down. The wild laughter deep within his chest threatened to come out as he watched Emily's eyes go lower, down to the massive bulge poking through his boxers.

Silence was only what played around them, no words, just silence, and the hunger that dwelled deeply in them. They were both heavily aroused from this play, no doubt, but who would give into it first?

Emily followed Logan's stare as he bit gently on his lower lip, and then he did the most surprising thing that made Emily gasp.

He brought his hand upon his erection, and palmed it in a circular motion.

Well, if this was a game, they could both play it perfectly well.

On the bed where Emily was perched, she brought her hand to her back, and unclasped her bra, with a soft almost soundless noise, it fell to the floor.

Her own well deserved grin spread on her lips as she watched Logan's hands freeze against his crotch.

She bit hard on her lips, brought her fingers up to her elongated nipples and tugged hard on them. A low whimper escaped from her lips, and she pinched harder on it this time around. The feeling of pain and pleasure that rushed into her was pure bliss that she forgot that Logan was watching her.

Her fingers released itself from her nipples and her hands wrapped around her boobs. Her naturally endowed breasts fit perfectly fine into her grasp and she jiggled it, letting it bounce up and down with every move.

She only came back to reality when she felt a presence below her. Her slightly closed eyes, opened to see Logan kneeling before her, even in that position, he still towered above her. The look in his eyes were feral, dangerous and cold. There were no signs of the playfuless in him.

His eyes trailed down to her rosy dark nipples and he growled,

"Touch yourself. I want you to touch your wet little cunt for me."

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Song for the chapter :

Niykee Heaton ft Migos - Bad intentions

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Word count : 2,130.

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