Chapter 28 #2
“On your knees, Princess. I want to see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” She sank right to her knees, looking downright sinful in the scraps of red lace as she looked up at me with her hand still curled around my dick.
“You’re such a good fucking girl when you’re needy. Now, open that mouth of yours.”
Her eyes didn’t once leave mine as she leaned forward and sucked the head of my dick between her lips, and I hissed in pleasure when her tongue swirled. My hand was in her hair a moment later as I pushed my hips forward, forcing her to take more of me.
She started to bob her head, moving her hand in tandem with her mouth, and I let out a gravelly moan. “Just like that.”
I felt her take me deeper into her mouth, and my grip on her hair tightened, thrusting my hips hard enough to make her eyes water when I hit the back of her throat.
When she drew back, she hollowed her cheeks to take a deep pull, and my knees nearly buckled from the sensation.
Fuck. Morgan sure as hell knew how to use that mouth of hers for more than slinging jabs and insults.
I tugged her hair, reluctantly forcing her mouth off of me.
“I’m not finishing down your throat.” I pulled her to her feet and crushed my mouth against hers as I walked her back to my bed, quickly removing her bra and tossing it to the floor before she fell back onto the mattress.
I slid the last scrap of lace down her legs, kneeling in front of her spread legs as I stroked my dick.
“You ready for me?” She nodded eagerly, biting her bottom lip as she stared up at me. “Let’s make sure.”
I shot her a wink before leaning down, roughly pushing her legs further apart, and dropping my head to drag my tongue against her wet pussy.
“Fuck,” she gasped when I hit her clit. I devoured her, my tongue alternating between swirls and flicks.
Her body was already so ready to come apart that it didn’t take long before I had her riding that line of release again, and just like before, I pulled away before she could come. “Goddammit, Wes!”
I laughed impishly as I grabbed a condom and slid it on before kneeling in front of her again, yanking her hips toward me.
“I want you to come around my cock, and I want to see your face when you do.” I gripped her waist, watching her as I drove in with an uncontrolled thrust, and her lips parted with a moan as she stretched around me. “Fuck, I love watching you take me.”
My grip on her was as rough as my pace, not holding back as I pounded into her, chasing that high for the both of us. The way she felt around me should be a fucking crime. It was good…too good…like she was made specifically for me to have my cock buried deep inside of her.
I kept one hand gripped tightly on her hip, sliding the other up her body to her chest, drawing a whimpered hiss of pleasure from her when I pinched her nipple between my fingers.
My teeth sank into my lower lip as I let my hand wander a little higher to curl around the front of her throat, and I gently squeezed as I thrust into her.
The moan she let out went straight to my bones. It was crazy how she could nearly bring me to my knees with just a simple sound. “You like that, Princess?” I squeezed with another thrust. “My hand on your throat while I fuck your tight pussy?”
“Yes,” she gasped, wrapping her hand around my wrist, almost as if to keep it in place. “Don’t stop.”
I groaned at her answer. “You’re full of the best fucking surprises.”
I could sense her inevitable release cresting from the way her moans became louder and her breaths more ragged as she moved beneath me.
I went harder and deeper, every muscle in my body coiled tight, and when she clenched around me and screamed my name as she came, my orgasm ripped through me so forcefully it rendered me damn near breathless.
“Holy fuck,” I rasped, the words almost a guttural growl.
I collapsed onto the bed next to her a moment later, feeling my head spin, and the only sound was our shuddered pants as we tried to catch our breath.
After several moments, Morgan broke the silence. “I have…a confession…” she spoke between breaths. I looked over at the same moment she turned her head to meet my gaze. “I knew it was a year today…”
I huffed out a laugh, watching her lips tug into a sex-drunk smile.
My eyes shifted back to the ceiling as I shook my head.
“You’re a piece of work, you know that?” She let out a breathy chuckle, and I glanced at her again, seeing her eyes closed, her chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“You’re usually up and getting dressed already… ”
“You fed me pasta, gave me wine, and then fucked me senseless. I just…I need a minute,” she breathed.
I chuckled. “Take your time, Princess.”
I squeezed my eyes shut against the light coming through my window as I stirred in bed. I arched my body, stretching the sleep from it, and when I inhaled a deep breath, the strong scent of rose hit me.
Morgan’s scent lingered on my sheets before, but this…it was more than just a faint aroma.
When my eyes opened, I stilled at the sight I was met with.
My arm was draped across Morgan’s sheet-clad waist, and I could feel my legs tangled with hers.
She was sound asleep.
I eventually forced myself out of bed to clean myself up after our romp last night, and when I returned, Morgan was still recovering in the same spot I’d left her in. I slid a pair of sweatpants on, got back into bed, and I was talking to her.
I don’t remember falling asleep.
We’d officially broken one of the rules for the first time since we made our deal. We’d done pretty well, considering it took us a whole year.
I drew back slightly and took a moment to look at her, watching as her chest rose and fell with soft, even breaths.
Her brown hair was splayed against the pillow beneath her, her perfect cupid’s bow lips were narrowly parted, and her dark eyelashes were fanned against the skin of her cheeks, which I noticed, for the first time, were dusted with subtle freckles.
Even at our worst, I could admit Morgan was an attractive woman. But this went beyond simply being easy on the eyes.
Seeing her like this, at her most relaxed and vulnerable, I realized just how captivatingly beautiful she was.
My thoughts were interrupted when she inhaled a deep breath. I drew back from her a little more as she began to stir, but I kept my arm draped across her waist if only to see her reaction when she realized what had happened.
I watched her eyes flutter open, and her brow slightly furrowed as she took in her surroundings. When she slowly turned her head to look at me, her eyes were wide, and I was grinning smugly. “Morning, Princess.”
She let out a breath and shot straight up, holding the sheet against her naked chest. “We fell asleep.”
“We fell asleep.”
“We broke a rule.”
“That we did,” I replied nonchalantly. She flew out of my bed, yanking the sheet with her and off of me, and quickly gathered up her clothes from the floor. “Where’s the fire?” I teased.
“You do realize it’s Monday, and we both have work.”
“Oh, shit.” How the hell did I forget it was Monday? My head snapped over to my nightstand; it was only eight, giving me an hour before I had to be at the office.
“This is why we don’t break the rules,” she said as she frantically got dressed. “It causes nothing but problems.”
I chuckled. “Don’t be so melodramatic. It was one rule.”
“One rule, one time,” she muttered.
I nodded, repeating it back to her for her reassurance. “One rule. One time.”