Holy s**t.
That’s all I keep thinking about. Holy s**t. This can’t be happening.
Logan is going to f**k me, and he wants me to call him Daddy.
Just the thought of it has me rubbing my thighs together as I rush to his bedroom. I push my panties off as I make my way down the hall, leaving them on the floor so he knows I’ve obeyed his command.
He has always seemed so laid back.
I think part of me knew there was power under that surface though, because most of my fantasies of him involve him moving me around the bed, putting me in the position he wants and then f*****g my brains out, hard and fast.
It’s like all my dreams are coming true.
I’m both excited and a little scared. I jump on his bed when I hear his footsteps pad down the hardwood behind me. I want him to find me in his bed
