Toy's Story (12 page)

Logic's
sexy
mouth
curled
up
into
a
smile.
"How
long
can
you
take
off
from
work?
 
I
want
to
take
you
to
Vegas."

"Actually
I'm
off
for
a
week,
because
of
the
accident,
but
can
I
ask
you
something?"

"Sure,
anything."

"What
do
you
do
for
a
living?"

"I
play
football
for
the
Nevada
Kings."

"Are
you
fuckin
serious?"
 
I
blurted
out
.
"You
play
for
the
NFL?
 
Are
you
any
good?
”

“
I
know
you
didn
’
t
just
ask
me
if
I
was
any
damn
good.
What
do
you
think
I
’
m
sorry
or
some
shit?
”
Logic
laughed.

“
I
didn
’
t
say
you
were
sorry.
 
I
just
meant
…
I
can
’
t
believe
you
play
for
the
NFL.
 
Oh
my
God!
So,
what
position
do
you
play?
Do
you
start?
How
long
have
you
played?
Can
you
take
me
to
a
game?
Do
you
play
the
Ravens?
Have
you
ever
been
to
the
Super
Bowl?"
 
I
asked
bombarding him with an endless string of questions
.

Logic
simply
laughed.
"Okay
stop.
 
I
don't
even
begin
to
know
where
to
start
answering
all
of
that.
So
I'm
not
going
to
even
try.
You
can
Google
me
later.
But
right
now,
your
man
has
something
else
for
you
to
do."

"Oh
yeah
and
what
is
that?"
I
asked
as
I
watched
Logic
methodically,
slow
stroke
his
shaft
until
it
was
good
and
hard.

"You
can
do
whatever
you
want
to
do,
just
as
long
as
it
involves
this."

A
sweet an innocent smile
crept
over
my
face
as
my
hands
replaced
Logic's
on
his
swollen
dick.
Realizing
that
this
was
in
fact
the
best
Christmas
I
ever
had,
I
said,
"Merry
Christmas
Santa."

"HO,
HO,
HO!
Logic
groaned
as
his
gigantic
candy
cane
slowly
disappeared
in
my
mouth.

It's
funny
how
what
seems
like
the
worst
experience
in
life
can
become
the
very
best
thing
that's
ever
happened
to
you.
As
I
watched
Logic
Hart,
the
super
star
Running
Back
for
the
Nevada
Kings
lie
next
to
me
in
bed
I
couldn't
believe
that
this
was
my
life.
A
part
of
me
was
convinced
that
I
actually
died
in
that
damn
car
accident
on
Christmas
Eve
and
went
to
heaven.
Handsome,
sexy,
rich
and
swinging
a
baseball
bat
for
a
dick,
I
could
not
wrap
my
mind
around
the
fact
that
this
gorgeous
man
was
my
boyfriend.

Sure
I
get
that
I'm
the
rebound
chick,
but
so
fuckin
what?
If
this
is
what
it
feels
like
to
be
loved
by
a
man
on
the
rebound
then
so
be
it.
I
know
that
I
promised
myself
that
I
wouldn't
fall
too
hard,
too
fast
for
this
man,
but
damn.
He
is
fuckin
incredible.
I'm
addicted
to
everything
about
him.
Just
the
sound
of
his
voice
makes
my
koochie
clap
and
my
panties
wet
in
anticipation
of
what's
to
come.
I
must
shamelessly
admit
that
I'm
a
fanatic
of
his
dick,
his
mouth
and
don't
even
get
me
started
on
that
slow
hand
screw
that
he's
perfected
and
patented.

So,
now
what?
How
does
the
rebound
girl
become
the
woman
of
such
a
delicious
piece
of
succulent
chocolate
like
this?
Simple
she
finds
a
way
to
not
fuck
it
up.
“
He
pursued
you
Toy.
It
wasn't
the
other
way
around.
He
wanted
it
to
be
about
more
than
sex.
And
he's
the
one
that
just
shamelessly
showered
you
with
enough
gifts
to
fill
an
upscale
boutique;
gifts
which
you
haven't
even
bothered
to
open.
”

Sure,
they're
gifts
he
bought
for
her
silly
ass.
So
what?
I'm
not
turning
down
a
650
SL
Benz.
Fuck
that!
My
heart
stopped
the
second
we
pulled
up
in
front
of
his
humongous
Baltimore
mansion.
I
laid
eyes
on
the
car
of
my
dreams
with
that
big
ass
red
bow
and
I
almost
came.
It
was
parked
in
the
semicircle
in
front
of
his
home
with
a
tag
that
simply
said
Merry
Christmas
Baby.
I
decided
right
that
second
that
I
was
his
Baby
from
that
moment
on.
Fuck
her
and
fuck
that
rebound
chick
bullshit.
From
where
I'm
laying,
staring
at
Logic's
fine,
nude,
German
chocolate
frame,
I'm
his
chick;
not
the
rebound
chick,
nor
the
dumb
ass
trick
that
use
to
suck
that
delicious
dick.
This
is
my
man
and
nobody
is
going
to
fuck
that
up,
not
even
me.

“
You're
doing
it
again
Zatoya.
”
Logic's
deep,
sultry
voice
complained.

“
What?
”
I
asked
innocently,
although
I
knew
exactly
what
he
was
talking
about.

“
You
know
what
I'm
talking
about.
Stop
staring
at
me.
You're
going
to
make
me
self
conscious
if
you
keep
that
bullshit
up.
”

“
I
wasn't
staring
at
you.
”

“
Yes
you
were.
I
can
feel
your
eyes
scanning
me,
like
lasers.
So
stop.
”

“
I'm
sorry.
I
can't
believe
this
is
real.
”

Logic
rolled
on
his
back
and
pulled
me
on
top
of
him.
“
Does
this
feel
real?
”
He
grinned.

“
Yeah
it
feels
pretty
real.
It
feels
real
hard.
”
I
giggled.

“
It
gets
that
way
every
single
time
I
see
you
smile.
”
He
replied
as
he
leaned
in
for
a
kiss.

I
allowed
him
to
sample
my
lips
as
my
hands
reached
down
to
stroke
the
only
snake
that
I
could
ever
love
or
tame.
Instantly,
as
if
by
magic,
it
responded
to
my
slow
precise
stroke
and
grew
and
grew
until
it
doubled
in
size,
right
in
my
hands.

“
Woman
you
are
wearing
me
the
fuck
out,
but
I
love
it.
”

“
You
started
it.
”
I
replied
as
I
watched
his
eyes
roll
back
in
his
head.

“
Fuck
this
feels
so
damn
good.
”
He
moaned.

Busy
doing
work
I
watched
as
he
enjoyed
a
soon
to
be
patented
Zatoya
Water's
Slo
w
Mo
-
Hand
Blow.
The
key
is
in
the
stroke,
nice,
slow,
soft
even
strokes
are
the
key
to
success.
Learn
this
ladies
and
any
man
will
literally
turn
to
putty
in
your
hands.
Even
a
man
with
a
net
worth
in
excess
of
a
hundred
fuckin
million
dollar's
like
my
man,
Logic
Hart.