Chapter 8
I know I’ve been back and forth on it, but I can one hundred percent say that I’m a religious man now. Morgan on her knees took me to heaven, and I enjoyed every damn second of my near-death experience. I would happily die with Morgan’s mouth around my cock any day, any time.
Those giant, brown eyes of hers didn’t leave mine for a second, just like I said they would. I could’ve come just looking at them, peering up at me with my dick poised at her pouty lips. And the way she took charge? That woman has me wrapped around her tiny, little finger, and I think she’s starting to realize it.
Good. Maybe next time, it’ll be the end of a leash wrapped around her finger with me on the other end, collar and all.
Whatever it takes to keep boosting her confidence, I’m there. Because what the fuck was that question about? And who the fuck made her think she could do anything wrong? If I ever get a name and a face, I’ll say hello with my goddamn fists.
But for now, I’m planning to use my hands for something way more satisfying. It’s my turn, after all.
Morgan still holds my gaze as she wipes some of me from the corner of her mouth with a finger. And sucks on it. “Well, I’m waiting, Jiho.”
Holy hell. Game on.
My hands move from her waist to right under her luscious ass, still in those goddamn jeans, picking her up and throwing her over a shoulder. She lets out a little shriek, gasping when I slap her right cheek through the denim. I hate these jeans right about now, even if they form perfectly to her perfect ass.
“What are you doing?” she giggle-shouts, a sound I really want to hear again.
I slap her ass one more time, and sure enough, she rewards me like the good boy I am. “Where’s your bedroom?”
“Upstairs, first door on the right.”
“Thanks, baby.” I press a firm kiss to her thigh, and then I’m off to the races, bounding up the stairs to her bedroom as fast as I can—ten seconds, to be exact. Yes, I counted. I need to keep track of my personal records over the next three months.
Once my knees meet the edge of her queen-size mattress, I toss her off my shoulder onto her white and blue quilt. By the way, if any of you dickheads can’t toss a woman, get your weak-ass selves to the gym. Until then, I’m holding you to a vow of celibacy, because any woman willing to take you to bed deserves a good fucking, tossing time.
As soon as Morgan’s back hits the mattress, my hands move on their own, pulling her to the edge of the bed and tearing the jeans from her body. She’s wearing a black lacy thong—the match to her bra now living on the kitchen floor.
Hell yeah. I did that.
I run my hands up her smooth legs and grab the top of her thong. “Fuck, Morgan, tell me I can take this off.”
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. “I thought you were calling the shots now. Do whatever you want to me. Baby.”
The confidence in her voice when she says baby is enough to make my eyes roll back in my head. This woman really is going to be the death of me.
I drag her thong down her legs, noting how soaked it is—hell yeah, a second time, because I did that too—when I loop it twice around my wrist. She’s never getting it back.
My eyes rake over her naked body for the first time, and lucky fucky me—every hill and valley of hers is absolutely celestial. Who needs food when I can live off of Morgan Asterman?
“You’re a goddamn masterpiece, Morgan,” I breathe with whatever air remains in my lungs.
She doesn’t respond, instead gnawing on that full bottom lip again. I can tell she hates compliments. That’s fine—when I’m through, she’ll fucking love them.
I let myself take in her beauty for one more second before I dive in, starting at the top and working my way down.
Beginning with her decadent mouth, my tongue tastes and explores every inch, and it quickly becomes my new favorite flavor. Damn, if her mouth tastes this good, I can’t wait to taste her pussy.
But I will wait, because if it’s my turn to play, it’s her turn to enjoy every excruciating second of this. Returning the tortuous courtesy is only fair.
I swallow her moan and respond with a low growl, already guessing she likes it when I make manly noises, her hands, mouth, and hips moving faster and harder every time they leave my mouth.
Remembering the goddamn scientific method, I growl again to test this theory, and sure enough, Morgan Asterman proves my hypothesis, grinding her naked pussy against my hard-as-fuck cock.
I’ll be honest—I usually tap out after the first round. It’s not that those times weren’t good, but this experience is on a whole different level. A body-mind-soul-changing level. Jiho Jr. knows it, too, brain or no brain.
Morgan grinds up on me, signaling me onward. Kissing, biting, and soothing along the way, I finally trail my mouth down to her tits.
God? Sir? Thank you for making this woman and her perfect tits. I’m a religious man now. I can pray that shit.
My face burrows into those saintly mounds, relishing the feel of how incredibly soft they are. I don’t know which one I prefer, but my instinct says to go right. My tongue trails up to the peak, taking Morgan’s nipple into my mouth, swirling, lapping and biting. While my hand goes left, rolling her other nipple between my fingers.
“Oh God, baby,” she moans loudly, arching off the bed. “Do that again. Please, Jiho.”
I got baby and my name out of her, so I sure as fuck can’t say no to that request even if it is my turn to play.
My tongue and fingers move in the same way, eliciting several more oh Gods from my girl’s sweet lips.
I keep right for a while and then dodge left, trying to suck as much of her giant tit in my mouth as possible. Come to find out, Morgan prefers tongue on the left nip and fingers on the right. Because the sound that rips from her mouth when I take her other nipple between my teeth is one of pure surrender.
Morgan fists the quilt as her legs begin to shake, and I know it’s time to move on.
With one more lick and pinch of her nipples, my lips whisper along every inch of her soft stomach to the apex of her thighs. She writhes as I move down her body, until my knees meet the carpet, pulling her closer to my face and placing each of her heels on the edge of the bed.
I rain kisses up each of her thighs before I take a moment to appreciate what’s before me. “Jesus Christ, your pussy is just as fucking perfect as the rest of you.”
She still doesn’t respond, so I circle a finger lightly around her vulva, watching in amazement when her pussy clenches. Fuck, she’s close, but I can’t let her come yet. Not until I hear her say she’s perfect.
Keeping my finger circling, torturing, I order, “Tell me your pussy’s perfect, Morgan.”
“P-please, Jiho,” she whimpers, “I need you inside me. I need to come.”
“Not until you say the words. I had to be a good boy for you, and now,” I run my finger right along the line of her precious center, “you have to be a good girl for me.”
She arches off the bed, her pussy clenching hard, and I know that as soon as I slide in my tongue or a finger, she’ll come. The question is, do I want her coming all over my hand or my face?
That’s the easiest decision I’ve ever had to make. Face all the way.
I trade my finger for my tongue, licking from the bottom of her pussy, all the way to the cherry on top.
My teeth nip at her clit before I order again, “Say the damn words, Morgan.”
Her entire body trembles, but I hear her pant, “M-my pussy’s perfect.”
“That’s a good girl.” My tongue dives inside, and fuck, she tastes divine. All of her. I growl against her, “Give me everything, baby,” and land a perfect ten on her clit.
She arches hard, only her shoulders, ass, and heels touching the bed, moans turning into near-screams. But I want them louder. I want the whole world to know that I’m ruining Morgan Asterman for anyone else, even the little, old, basically deaf lady next door.
So I add a finger into the mix, massaging her clit with just the right amount of pressure while I fuck her with my tongue.
Morgan gives me exactly what I want, screaming to the world as she comes undone on my face, her thighs trying to crush my skull. Another situation in which I’d happily die.
Coming down from her high, chest heaving, legs going limp, she pants, “Oh my God, Jiho.”
Trading my tongue for two fingers, I kiss her inner thigh, and with each sentence, pump in and out of her, watching as her body tenses, then melts. “Oh, baby, did you think that was all you were going to get?” Pump.
“But,” she rasps, fingers balling in the quilt, “that was—”
“Amazing?” Pump.
She shakes her head, drawing in a breath as her back arches again.
“Heavenly?” Pump.
“Mm-mm.”
“Obliterating?” Pump.
“Life-changing,” she moans.
“Life-changing, huh?” I say, thrusting my fingers deeper inside her. “Let’s go for life-ruining this time.”
“A-again? Y-you don’t have to.”
A dark chuckle rumbles through me while I drape her legs over my shoulders.
Bringing my mouth back to her clit, I whisper against it, “Yeah, I fucking do,” before I eat her out like I haven’t eaten in days, lapping up everything she gives me.
Her hips move on their own, grinding against my face, and that’s when my other hand joins in, pressing on her lower abdomen as my fingers try to find the end of the fucking tunnel.
Ah, there it is.
The pitch of Morgan’s moans changes, and so does my pace. I slow the fuck down—tit for tat, baby—my tongue circling her clit like it’s the most fragile thing in the world. My fingers pull out and push in at the same slow pace, her arousal running down my wrist.
And you know what? It does the fucking job. I’ve never witnessed a woman come so beautifully hard before. She’ll have to check my ego after this.
Morgan’s screams turn silent as her body shudders and clenches all around me, until I finally release her from my grasp on her life, letting her come back down to earth.
She breathes, panting and heavy, as I stand, wrapping her legs around my waist, nudging my cock at her entrance. My balls already tighten at the feel of her against my tip. But first, before anything else, I lean over and claim her mouth, deep and slow, keeping her in that daze.
Breaking our kiss, our eyes linger on each other’s, and something warm moves in my chest. I can’t help but think I want this forever—a thought I’ll never voice. Not when she’s leaving in three months.
Fuck, she’s leaving in three months.
But before I can think more about it, Morgan pulls me to her lips again, and I happily oblige. Especially when her hand moves between us, wrapping around my ready-to-explode cock and rubbing it against her opening.
“What are you waiting for, Jiho?” she whispers against my mouth.
What am I waiting for? It’s hard to think around this woman.
Oh yeah, I remember—every man’s worst love-hate relationship.
“A condom,” I grit out, my head falling to the crook of her shoulder when her hand tightens around me. “It’s in my—” Shit, no, it’s not. It’s still in the front pocket of the jeans I almost wore until I looked at the outside temp, and it read hellscape. “Dammit, baby, I’m an idiot. I don’t have one. Do you?”
Morgan laughs like it’s the funniest fucking question, saying, “No, I don’t,” and stroking me harder. I bite down on her neck, her hand moving my cock from her pussy to in between our abdomens.
“But we don’t need one,” she adds, her hand releasing me and her hips taking over, grinding her clit on my rock-cock wedged between us. “Fuck me like this, Jiho, and kiss me when you come.”
Yes, my queen. Your wish is my command.
I kiss where my teeth just were, sucking and teasing the same spot, a little too pleased with the fact that I’m giving her a hickey. But I’m even more pleased when I start to grind back on her, making damn sure to rub that sweet clit of hers.
It doesn’t take long before I feel pleasure building—I’m so fucking close. So I tear my mouth from Morgan’s neck and kiss the hell out of her.
A growl ripples out of me, and all it takes is one more thrust between us before we come together, all of me spilling onto her stomach.
Her hips keep moving until I’m utterly spent—completely fucking empty—and fall on the bed next to her. Both of us panting, my arms snake around her and pull her body against mine, nestling my face in her coconut hair.
“Neo gwaenchanha?” I breathe into her ear in Korean. That release and the feel of the warm-bodied, satiated woman against me has my brain all muddled. I guess it reset to my default language.
“What does that mean?” Morgan mumbles, still easing back down.
“It means, Are you okay?”
She chuckles and reaches around, lightly slapping my bare ass. “Yeah, baby. I’m way better than okay.”
Kissing along the column of her neck, I smile against that goddamn work-of-art hickey as my hand glides down her arm and laces with hers. “Narang sagwillae, Morgan.”
She looks over her shoulder at me. “And that means?”
My heart beats faster as I utter the words, “Date me, Morgan.” I squeeze her hand, hoping they don’t scare her away. “I know you’re leaving in three months, but until then, no one fucking else. I want exclusive rights to Morgan Asterman.”
For a second, her eyes search mine, her brows pinching together in thought as my goddamn heart pounds out of my chest...
Until a smile spreads across her gorgeous face.
Slowly, she turns to face me, fingers tracing my jaw as she brushes a soft kiss against my lips. “So, for these next three months, do I get exclusive rights to you, too?”
I nod against her hand. “Hell yeah, baby.”
Another sweet, gentle kiss. “I like the sound of that, Jiho Park.”