Chapter 72: Chapter 72

And so, with Missy celebrating at every passing kilometer, Logan headed to one of the closest luxury hotels in the area, knowing that there they could order room service that would guarantee medicine and light, nutritious food to cure the hangover that his poor wife would certainly have, at the crack of dawn the next day. Of course, the receptionist was a little strange about her strange clothes, even though both of them were already without their masks and Logan had put one of the coats that were inside the bag of clothes around Missy, but it was not strange that his credit card did not appear. could heal in less than a second.

Finally, when he found himself finally tucking Missy into the best room in the hotel and closing the door behind them both, Logan breathed a sigh of relief as his wife threw herself onto the bed, bouncing and giggling like a child. Smiling fondly at her, Logan dropped the bag of clothes, the cloak he'd been wearing, and the masks onto a nearby armchair as he slowly walked over to Missy, who seemed very busy rubbing herself against the soft sheets, almost as if she were truly a kitten.

- It's amazing how you manage to be, at the same time, the cutest and sexiest thing I've ever seen in my entire life... - he lightly caressed her chin, before reaching for the phone beside the bed – Now, let me assure you that we'll have everything we need to take care of you tomorrow.

- And when will you take care of me, tonight? - she purred, persuasively, lying down on the bed in a position that gave him a privileged view of her generous cleavage.

- I'd love to… – he smirked – But honestly, I don't think we'll have much time for that until you fall asleep. A drunk Missy means one more thing besides being excited and horny: drowsiness. – he joked, before someone picked up on the other end of the line – Hello, this is Logan Knight, from room 309. Could you please ask room service to bring us some aspirin and bottles of mineral water? Thanks.

- Why did you ask for these things? Missy tilted her head to the side, confused and clearly incoherent.

- Aspirins are for the headache you're sure to have tomorrow. – he smiled sadly, kissing her forehead – And the water is for you to drink right now and try to calm your sensitive stomach, so you can avoid vomiting tomorrow morning at best. – he sighed, shaking his head incredulously – I still can't believe you drank that much…

- It was good. Very good. – Missy smiled innocently – Actually, I wish I had drunk more. And I wish you could have had a drink with me.

- I think you'll change your mind about that tomorrow, when your head is exploding. – he lamented, shrugging his shoulders good-naturedly – Well, at least you're not at a fifteen-year-old party about to trip over the debutante. – he recalled, laughing at the exact moment the room company rang – Oh, it must be room service.

Quickly, Logan thanked the employee and brought the tray full of pills and water bottles into the room... However, when he saw that Missy had disappeared from the bed and found her clumsily moving in the small fridge that was in one of the corners of the room, Logan realized he hadn't been fast enough.

- No, Missy! – he went to her, scolding her as he lifted her by the shoulders and moved her away from the minibar – No more drinks for today!

- But it's not for me! – it was only then that he noticed that she was hugging an expensive bottle of champagne, holding it almost as if it were a trophy – It's for you!

- I don't want to drink, love. – he disagreed gently and distractedly, as he laid her back on the bed – I'm fine like this. Besides, I think it would be wiser for one of us to stay sober tonight, or else you won't be the only one needing aspirin tomorrow. - reaching and opening one of the bottles, he held it out to her - Now, drink.

- Only if you drink a little from my bottle! – she happily extended the champagne to him, which made him sigh.

- Why do you want me to drink so badly, Missy? – he questioned, wondering what must be going on inside her confused and intoxicated mind.

- Because I want you to be excited tonight, not worried... - she whimpered, wrapping her arms around his neck still with the cold bottle in one hand - I want you to go back to acting only with desire, like I was doing before I found out I'd been drinking. And alcohol always makes you less thoughtful. - She stated, with more firmness than Logan expected from someone so drunk. - So come on, love... Just a little drink... So we can enjoy the night in the right way... - she asked, her voice slurred and sly, making him smile maliciously.

- As if I need to be drunk to enjoy my night with you. – he laughed, before facing her seriously – But, if I take a sip, do you promise to drink as many bottles of water as I ask? – Seeing Missy nod frantically, he smiled, extending the bottle to her again – Very well. Let's drink together then. – Walking to the minibar, Logan easily found a corkscrew beside it, opening the bottle with ease, before going back to where Missy was still holding the bottle, now half drunk.

– A toast… – he touched the tip of the sparkling champagne against the water, smiling playfully – To the hope that my beloved wife won't suffer too much when she wakes up with a hangover tomorrow. – he wished, waiting for Missy to start drinking the water again, to only then take a sip of the drink in his hands, letting the icy liquid run down his throat a few times before finally stopping, raising an eyebrow in Missy's direction as soon as he had placed it. the bottle on a table next door – Satisfied? he asked, with a defiant half smile.

His wife, however, did not have the reaction he expected. And, with a malicious and obviously satisfied smile, she wrapped herself completely around him, hugging his neck with her arms and his waist with her legs, while she pulled him into a kiss that was obscenely deep, in which their tongues intertwined and he could taste the mix of alcohol, pineapple and Missy's unique sweetness, which had him rock hard again immediately.

"Missy…" was all he managed to snarl, as soon as they broke apart for air, while she wrapped her hands around her soft ass to keep her in place, nestled against him.

- You know, big guy… – she ran the symbol on his tight shirt with her nails, slowly, making his skin crawl – I've been a very bad girl lately… I imagine you're here to punish me, it is not? – she opened a wicked smile, which somehow looked even sexier, because of that ruby lipstick – But don't think I'm going to make it easy for you.

- Fuck... - he growled as he watched her move the zipper between her breasts even further down, revealing even more of her chest, belly, belly... Until reaching the beginning of the little black satin panties, so tiny that barely seemed to really cover anything.

- Come on, don't just stand there... – she escaped from between his arms, apparently as slippery as a cat, on account of the alcohol – I'm looking forward to having a good fight with you. – She invited him, standing on the bed just to be able to pull him to her again, this time burying his face exactly in the space between her breasts.

And without any hesitation, he lost himself there, running his tongue over her warm skin, filling his mouth with the soft flesh and greedily suckling her nipples until she was a hot mess in his arms, moaning and hugging his head. against throbbing breasts. With nothing clouding his mind but desire, Logan pulled the latex clinging to his skin off of her shoulders, tearing some sections of the sleeves in the process, until she was completely naked from the waist up to him.

With one more kiss that was practically fucking between their tongues, Missy also began to free him from the tight shirt, marking him with lipstick ink as she trailed kisses down his mouth to the bottom of his abdomen, running a of the mischievous hands through the stretched waistband of his pants, where his erection was barely held, big and thick and eager to plunge inside the warm and soft moisture of that delicious little pussy.

Unceremoniously, he helped her get rid of the belt and everything else in her pants, including popping the button in his attempt to get naked in front of her as quickly as possible. Once his jeans and boxers were forgotten on the floor, Missy gave his red lips a long lick, seeming to enjoy the way her cock was taut and hard as steel, wetting his belly with pre-cum. However, before she could do anything, he grabbed her by the hips and savagely threw her onto the bed, starting to strip the latex off her legs as well.

- Not so fast, kitten. - He scolded her, when her legs were already completely bare, before taking a long lick at the huge wet stain on the silk panties.

- Won't you let me drink some milk? She pouted seductively as she squeezed his face between her fleshy thighs, pressing him further against the wet fabric of her sweet arousal.

- Oh, you're going to drink it… – he promised, with a dangerous growl – You're going to drink it until it's leaking from all your holes. But first…' Ripping the seams of her delicate panties without any warning, he gave her aroused clit a cool breath, before plunging his tongue between the sodden folds.

Swerving wildly, Missy began moaning and screaming louder and louder as he ate her, varying between a hard tongue fuck and a gentle ride of his lips across her pink flesh. However, it was only when her cream was already starting to ooze and her tight walls betrayed an imminent orgasm, that he grabbed her without any warning, falling on the bed next to her until her little mouth was over his cock and his face once again was buried in her pussy.

Groaning against her entrance, he torn between sucking her there and moving further, teasing her tight asshole with merciless sucking while Missy sucked and swallowed his cock as if her life depended on it. When his balls were already tight to come and her pussy was running down his tongue like the little pot of honey it was, Logan wet his little ass with enough saliva to push two fingers deep inside her while keeping his mouth busy around her. your clitoris. And, as he'd expected, it only took a few strokes of his fingers and tongue for her to fall apart in screams and spasms and sweet cum over his mouth, allowing him to lap up every drop of pleasure from her, just as Missy had done to him when his cock exploded into cum inside her hot little mouth.

However, that tight little pussy hadn't even stopped throbbing when Missy rose shakily, kneeling down in front of him as she pulled the bottle of champagne towards her and, surprising him, instead of drinking it, she spilled some of the foaming drink. over her breasts, with a smirk.

- I think that way you'll want to drink, don't you? She teased, bringing her dripping nipples closer to his mouth.

Returning her smile, Logan once again wrapped his mouth around her breasts, suckling them as she poured more and more champagne over his chest, making the soft flesh of her nipples taste bubbly as he suckled them. Entranced by the sensation on his tongue, which seemed to have a direct connection with his cock, he also ran through the drops that had trickled down her belly, when her breasts were already clean, until he reached the line of her groin and her pussy, still deliciously creamy for orgasm.

-Champagne can be good, especially served like this… – Raising his hands to her breasts, he squeezed them with desire, pinching and tugging at her hardened nipples mercilessly, before moving his palms to her thighs, he was staying as long as possible as Missy fell back onto the bed again - But I know something even better.

With a single, steady thrust, he sank inside her hot, soft pussy, so wonderfully easy to take that it seemed to be welcoming him, while Missy moaned and dug her nails into his back, uttering gibberish that he decided take it as a request for him to fuck her harder, as she had been asking all night. And judging by the way she began to scream and budge, sending him farther and farther inside her, he thought her interpretation had been spot on. And it didn't take many strokes of his hard cock against her hungry pussy for her to come hard, over and over again, before he finally flooded every inch of her with hot cum, before they both passed out on the bed, completely forgotten about aspirins and the bottle of champagne on the floor.

And the next morning, Logan woke up feeling the mattress still a little damp on his back from the spilled champagne and hearing his wife's quiet whimpers into the pillow she'd placed over her head, apparently having too much of a headache to even to face any ray of light that was. Fortunately - if he could use that word seeing Missy so hung over - the water she'd drunk hours ago had taken effect and she didn't look like she wanted to be sick.

But as he got up to get her medicine and order room service to bring a light, nutritious breakfast, Logan couldn't help but think he needed to ask Megan where he could buy another costume like that for his wife. And he also mentally scored that he must never let her drink eight glasses of pineapple vodka again.

But maybe two or three, just to get his Catwoman happy and horny, wouldn't hurt anyone.