Chapter 11 – Morgan
MORGAN
In the office, she gripped the bottom of my t-shirt, pulled it up over my head and threw it on the floor. I picked her up and walked to the desk, settling myself in between her legs. I kissed her hard and fast as I pushed her dress up, my hand rubbing her clit through her panties.
“Oh, fuck,” she moaned in between kisses.
My cock responded by straining against the unforgiving fabric of my jeans. “I need you so bad,” I moaned in her ear. “Open your legs for me.”
She did as I asked, lifting her arse a little so I could drag down her panties, my gaze not breaking as I slipped a finger inside her, pumping it hard as I added another. Fuck me, she was wet. My cock felt like it was throbbing in time with my fingers.
“Is this what you wanted? To be finger fucked in your office instead of the hallway?” I kept pumping. She nodded, moving her hips with my hand. “Good. Now, say my name.”
I needed to hear her moan my name. If I only had this one chance with her, then I was going to take all I could. Her pussy was pulsing around my fingers, indicating that she was moving towards an orgasm.
“Morgan, fuck yes. More please… more.” Fuck, just hearing her moan my name as she was coming undone was nearly enough to make me come in my boxers.
“Yes, baby.” I shifted my hand so that my thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips bucked off the table as her orgasm hit hard.
“Morgan, yes…don’t stop…fuck…I’m coming.”
“That’s it, baby. You have no fucking idea what it does to me when I hear you moaning my name.” My movements slowed, but I still hadn’t taken my fingers out of her. My cock was so hard it was near painful.
“I need more. I need you inside me.” She shifted onto her feet, and I slipped my fingers from her as she began tugging at my belt.
“Are you sure?” I asked, placing my hands gently on hers, which were now trying to tug my jeans and boxers down.
I wanted her badly but being finger fucked is different to full on sex. I wanted her to be sure.
“Don’t make me think about it too much, Morg.”
My belt was open, and she popped the buttons on my jeans open quickly. My cock strained to be free, pulsing hard against the unforgiving denim fabric.
“I just don’t want you to…”
“Shh.” She placed a finger on my lips, sliding her other hand into my boxers and gripping my cock.
Shit, her hand around me had me leaking.
“Oh, fuck me,” I moaned, my legs feeling weak.
I pulled my wallet out of my jeans pocket and pushed my jeans and boxers down.
“You might want to stop that if you want me to fuck you.” She stopped pumping and I wrapped myself in a condom before moving closer to her, lining up the tip of my cock with her entrance.
“Andie?” I asked one last time, needing her to be sure about what we were about to do.
“Just fuck me, please. I need you inside me, now.” She gripped my cock and shuffled herself forward so that just the tip entered her. “Oh fuck, that feels so…” She didn’t get to finish her sentence as I thrust inside her to the hilt. “Ohhh.” She breathed out.
“You feel so good. So fucking tight for me.” I thrust hard and fast.
Her moaning was driving me insane. It would be over too soon if she carried on.
I pressed my fingers to her clit and made little circular motions.
It seemed to work as her moans got louder and she bucked her hips to meet my thrusts.
Reluctantly, I pulled myself from inside her, and she looked up at me with pleading eyes.
“Get up and follow me.” I strode over to the sofa and sat down, my cock standing proud and throbbing, needing her pussy back around it.
Andie did as was asked and placed her knees either side of my legs as she slowly lowered herself onto my cock.
I waited patiently as she got comfortable and then gripped her arse tightly as she rode me.
She was good, bouncing up and down, grinding her arse, moaning each time I filled her to the hilt.
If only I had taken that dress off so I could see her beautiful breasts. I was nearing orgasm, but I wanted her to come again before I did. I sucked my fingers and found her clit once again. Her moans increased, and her movements became jerky.
“Morgan…yes…yes… harder,” she called, throwing her head back.
I took over the thrusting, lifting her up by the hips and thrusting into her as hard as I could. Taking her mouth with mine, the kiss swallowing up our moans.
“That’s it, don’t stop. Don’t stop, Morgan, please,” she begged.
“Come for me, baby. I’m going to explode soon if you don’t,” I told her just as her pussy clamped around me.
I felt the build-up of my own orgasm, the tingling up my legs, and the tightening of my balls, before I finally emptied into the condom.
“Oh yes, Andie.” My body shuddered and jerked before I settled back into the sofa, pulling her into my chest. “That was incredible.”
“It really was.” She sighed into my neck.
I loved having the feeling of her body against mine, it would have been better if she was naked, but I wasn’t complaining.
“We should get back to our guests,” she said, way too quickly for my liking, and was up and in her private bathroom before I could object. After a few minutes, she returned looking as perfect as ever.
“Let’s get going then.” I nipped to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and wash my hands.
“Can we keep this between us for now?” She looked up at me and asked as we left the office.
I pulled her in for another long deep kiss. “Anything for you,” I replied, happier than I’d been in a long time.