Deep Pockets (Kings and Rivals #1)

Chapter 20 – Morgan

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MORGAN

I barely had time to process what was happening. One minute, Lance was pulling me close, his lips hot and demanding, and the next, I was flat on my stomach, the cool sheets pressing into my skin. His hands were rough, firm on my hips, holding me in place as he bent over me, his breath ragged against my ear.

His hands skimmed my waist, pushing my skirt up until I was exposed to him. The room felt charged, like the air itself was thick with tension, and I was caught in the center of it. I could feel every inch of him, the hard press of his body, the way his erection strained against his pants as he nudged me forward.

"You sure?" he asked again, but it wasn't really a question. He knew my answer before I even said it.

I could barely breathe, my chest rising and falling in shallow gasps. "Yes," I whispered, the word leaving my lips without hesitation.

The second the word escaped, Lance was on me, his mouth hot and insistent between my thighs. The contrast between the cold sheets and the heat of his tongue sent shockwaves through me, making my legs tremble. I tried to push back against him, but his hands tightened on my hips, holding me still.

His tongue was relentless, teasing, sucking, driving me to the edge faster than I could have imagined. I clutched the sheets, biting my lip to keep from crying out, but it was no use. He knew exactly what he was doing, and every flick of his tongue pushed me closer and closer to the brink.

"You taste so fucking good," he muttered against my skin, his voice low and dangerous.

I whimpered, my entire body trembling as his tongue flicked against my clit again, sending another wave of pleasure crashing through me. "Lance..." I gasped, my fingers curling into the sheets as the tension built higher and higher.

He chuckled darkly against my slick folds, the vibration only adding to the maddening sensations. His grip on my hips tightened as he delved deeper, his tongue probing and circling with devastating precision. I was lost in a haze of need, my world narrowed down to the slick slide of his mouth and the pulsing ache between my thighs.

"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for. More, harder, faster, anything to push me over the edge that hovered just out of reach.

Lance groaned, and the sound was muffled against my sensitive flesh. His sucking leaving me breathless. But then he licked lower, past my folds. When his tongue traced over my pucker I bucked.

The swat he gave me on my ass was a sharp sting that made my clit throb. “Don’t fucking run from me. If you don’t like it, use your words.” He gave me a long deliberate stroke over my asshole again. Again, I bucked, trying to escape the overwhelming shiver. All that earned me was another swat.

“I’m starting to think you like the spankings. Tell me, Morgan. Do you want more, or do you want me to stop?”

Heat flamed my body. God, how did he know just what I liked? “M-more, please.”

His chuckle was low and evil. “I thought so.” He licked me again, this time his tongue pushing inside the tight ring of muscle.

I bucked and moaned as white-hot pleasure exploded through my body. The sensation was too much and yet not enough. I needed more, needed him inside me, filling me completely.

“Lance,” I whimpered, my hips rocking back against him.

“Shh, Spitfire. I’ve got you,” he soothed, his tongue delving deeper inside me. His other hand playing with my clit. The combination was mind-numbing.

I felt him licking and sucking, his tongue teasing me. The dual sensation sent me over the edge, my body shattering into a million pieces. I cried out his name, trembling as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me.

Lance didn't stop there, though. He continued to tease and torment me until I was a puddle of quivering need on the bed, unable to form a coherent thought.

I barely had a second to catch my breath before he kissed up my back, hot and insistent as his tongue traced the curve of my spine, his teeth grazing my skin in a way that had my body shivering beneath him.

I gasped, arching into his touch, but he wasn’t giving me any reprieve. His hand slid into my hair, tugging gently, and urging me to roll back over. He kissed my neck, my jaw, teasing down to my collarbone.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he growled against my lips, his grip tightening on my hair, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.

He was relentless, his mouth moving to my neck, sucking and biting in a way that made my legs shake. I could feel the press of his erection through his pants, hard and insistent against my thigh. I wanted him—needed him—but he wasn’t ready to give me that yet. Not until I gave him what he wanted.

With one hand still fisted in my hair, he tugged me down to the edge of the bed. “On your knees,” he ordered, his voice rough, leaving no room for argument.

My pulse raced as I slid off the bed and onto my knees before him, the heat in his gaze making my skin tingle. He towered over me, unbuttoning his pants with a slow, deliberate movement that had my mouth going dry. He pushed them down just enough to free his cock, and it sprang free, hard and thick, already slick with pre-cum.

The sight of him sent a shiver down my spine, my body already responding to him in ways I couldn’t control. I glanced up at him, his eyes dark with need as he stroked himself once, twice, before gripping my hair again and pulling me closer.

“Open your mouth,” he commanded, his voice low and rough, sending a thrill through me.

I obeyed, parting my lips as he guided his cock to my mouth. The moment he slid inside, a groan escaped his throat, low and guttural. His hand tightened in my hair as he pushed deeper, his cock filling my mouth, stretching my lips as he rocked his hips forward.

I moaned around him, the sound muffled as I took him deeper, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock, tasting the salt of his pre-cum. He groaned again, his grip tightening as he fucked my mouth with slow, deliberate strokes, his hips rolling in a rhythm that left me dizzy.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” he growled, his voice strained as he held me still, thrusting deeper into my mouth until my throat burned with the effort to take him. “Look at you, on your knees for me.”

His words sent a jolt of heat straight to my core, my thighs clenching together as I sucked him harder, desperate to please him. I hollowed my cheeks, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock as I took him deeper, the sound of his groan spurring me on.

Lance pulled back slightly, his hand in my hair controlling the pace as he fucked my mouth, pushing me closer to the edge of my limits. The feeling of his cock sliding against my tongue, the weight of him heavy on my lips, was intoxicating. I couldn’t get enough.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking forward, pushing deeper into my throat until I gagged around him. He didn’t stop, his hand in my hair tightening as he held me still, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth in a relentless rhythm that had my pulse racing.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes as he thrust deeper, but I didn’t stop sucking him. I couldn’t. I wanted this—wanted him to lose control, to show me just how badly he needed me.

Just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he pulled out, his hand fisting in my hair as he dragged me to my feet. I gasped, breathless and trembling, but the fire in his eyes told me we were far from finished.

“Get on the bed,” he growled, his voice rough with need.

I obeyed without hesitation, climbing back onto the bed, my body trembling with anticipation as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. My skin prickled under his gaze as he moved over me, his hands gripping my hips, pulling me to the edge of the bed.

Before I could catch my breath, he was on me again, his mouth hot and demanding against my skin. His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding me soaked and ready for him. He groaned at the feel of me, his fingers sliding inside me with ease, stretching me in a way that had my legs shaking.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he muttered, his voice thick with desire as his fingers thrust into me, his thumb circling my clit in slow, deliberate strokes.

I moaned, my body arching off the bed as he fucked me with his fingers, his touch driving me to the brink of madness. But it wasn’t enough. I needed more. I needed him.

“Lance, please,” I gasped, my hips bucking against his hand, desperate for more.

He growled low in his throat, his hand tightening on my throat, cutting off my breath for just a moment, enough to leave me light-headed before releasing me. The sensation made my pulse race, the thrill of his control sending a wave of heat through me.

“You’ll come when I tell you to,” he said, his voice rough with command. “Fuck, I just want to sink into you, but we need condoms.”

Condoms. Right. I had zero. Gwen was always trying to tell me to be prepared, but honestly, after what happened at the reception, I’d thought I’d go on a hiatus for a minute and didn’t have any. He started to move, and something devilish made me whisper, “I’m on the pill.”

He froze, his gaze intense on mine. “Are you sure?” His voice had turned to pure gravel.

I whimpered, nodding weakly as his hand moved from my throat back to my hips, flipping me over onto my stomach. He positioned himself behind me, the heat of his body pressing against mine as he gripped my hips, pulling me back onto his cock.

I cried out as he thrust into me, the force of it driving the air from my lungs. He stilled, muttering low crooning sounds as he smoothed his hand over my back and hips, murmuring words of how good I felt, how perfect I was for him.

I had almost forgotten just how big he was and had to breathe very slowly as I adjusted. I gave him a little Kegel squeeze when I wanted him to move, and the answering growl left me breathless.

He pulled all the way out, then slammed home again, but this time, he didn’t give me time to adjust, didn’t give me any reprieve. He pounded into me with a brutal pace, his hips slamming into mine with a force that left me gasping for air.

“You know what the truly fucked-up thing is? I wish to God you weren’t on the pill. I would keep you in fucking bed all day and fuck a baby into you. Would you like that, Spitfire? Me to keep fucking you until you’re mine forever?”

The sound of our bodies colliding filled the room, the intensity of it sending shockwaves through me with every thrust. I could feel the coil tightening inside me, the pressure building higher and higher as he fucked me, harder and faster with each movement.

“Lance, I’m going to—” I gasped, but he cut me off, his hand wrapping around my throat again, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur.

“You will come," he growled, his voice low and guttural, "when I say you can. And I say not fucking yet.”

His breath was hot against my ear as he thrust into me again, his grip on my throat tightening.

I whimpered, my climax so close I could taste it. His hand on my throat, the way he fucked me so hard and so deep… It was too much, too fucking good. He was right. He owned every single part of me at that moment, and I was his to take however he pleased.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his grip on my hip bruising as he picked up the pace, pounding into me relentlessly. “God, you feel so fucking tight, so wet and hot.”

I lost track of time, of place. The only thing that mattered was him, the way his cock filled me, stretching me in ways I never knew possible. His hand on my throat, the burning ache in my body as I teetered on the edge of climax but couldn’t quite get there.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Morgan,” he groaned, his breathing ragged in my ear as he slammed into me again and again. “I’m going to come in you, and I want you to know what it feels like to be mine.”

His words sent me over the edge, the dam breaking inside me as I came apart around him, my cunt clenching him tightly as waves of pleasure washed over me. I screamed his name, my hands fisting the sheets as the intensity of it overwhelmed me. He didn’t last long, his body tensing as he growled out a curse, his cock twitching as he spilled inside me, his warmth filling me in a way that felt both terrifying and exhilarating.

As the haze of passion cleared, we lay there panting, our bodies entwined, his crowding mine as my knees had long since given out. He remained buried deep inside me.

“Holy fuck,” Lance panted, his hands shaking as he brushed the hair from my face and gently kissed my jaw.

With a groan, deliberately trying to stay inside me, he rolled us to the side so he was spooning me. “I’m never leaving. Because fuck, that was perfection,” he muttered, his voice still thick with lust.