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My stomach twists in a knot as I start to suspect what’s in store.

Tapping the pillow so I rest my head on it, he pulls down the cover, removes my panties, and pushes another pillow under my bottom.

“Let’s make that wish come true,” he croons, his hand stroking circles on my back.

Then, without further warning, I feel something hot and wet drip on my ass.

“What the fuck? Logan!”

“Shhh.” he rubs the wax over me. “How was that, baby?”

“Uhm…” I wriggle my ass from the discomfort, and he groans, his cock stiff against my leg. “It was… hot.”

“Really?” I can hear the smirk in his voice. “How surprising.Toohot?”

“N-no… I guess not too hot.”

“Hmm. Let’s do something about that.”

“Wait… what?”

“Make a wish, baby.”

“Uh…”

Never forget me, Logan.

More drops of wax land on my ass, these ones far hotter.

“Fuck! Ow! Logan!” I pant in discomfort as he rubs the burn away. “Are you really going to do that with… all nineteen candles?!”

“Make a wish, Lia.”

“Uhm… uh… hold on, hold on, I’m not ready!”

Please love me as much as I love you, Logan.

Please grow old with me.

Please always be a father to my daughter.

The candles keep dripping wax, one after another, and aftera while, each wish becomes an iteration of the previous one. By the time Logan has stopped, my ass feels like one big burn, my cheeks are soaked with tears, and my heart is filled with love.

“Fuck, Lia,” groans Logan, licking up my cheeks. “Fuck, you’re so hot. Fuck, I love you.”

His mouth melts into mine, his tongue claiming me. He pulls me into his lap and I sink into his arms while my sore ass squirms against his rough jeans.

“Fuck, Lia,” he says again, his voice low with lust.

“Yes, please. Fuck me, please.”

That earns me a swat on my ass and a chuckle. “Let’s eat your cake first.”

“Maybe we could eat it while fucking?” I plead. “Two birds, one stone?”

One glance at him and I realize he’s not exactly thinking the same thing as me.

“No, no, no,” I giggle, trying to scamper to the other side of the bed, but he grabs me by the ankle and pulls me back. “Logan! I’m going to get a yeast infection! You can’t! Stop!”