23. Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Three
Cody
For dinner that night, Cody used the game oven to whip up a pork roast with potatoes and carrots. He was setting the table with Yana’s help when there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to his two houseguests.
Cody opened the door to find Morgan, all dolled up in a short, white sundress, her cleavage nearly spilling out.
Her coppery hair fell in waves of perfectly coiffed curls over her lightly freckled shoulders, and she was wearing a bit of makeup, like the night they had their dinner date.
She wasn’t wearing her glasses, which meant she’d opted for her contact lenses, even though he knew she hated them.
“Wow…” Cody was pretty sure he was drooling and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I am definitely happy to see you, but I thought you were helping with Gracie tonight?”
“Gracie had a good day, so Doug said I could have the night off,” Morgan explained. “But she has been asking about coming over here to ‘work’ in Grandpa Sam’s workshop.”
“That shed that’s out in the forest?” He had peeked inside the small building a few weeks back, but it was empty, except for an old wooden work bench.
“Yeah, that one. She brings a little toy toolbox with her and will play in there for hours, but Doug hasn’t let her come by since you moved in.”
“They are more than welcome to come by anytime.”
“Perfect. I’ll tell them.” Morgan kissed him on the cheek and then looked past his shoulder into the cottage. “Are you cooking dinner? It smells delicious.”
“Yeah, do you want to join us?” Cody offered, and stepped to the side, ushering her in.
He had no idea how this was going to play out. Morgan followed him into the kitchen but stopped short, her eyes landing on Yana, who was finishing setting the table, and then Nyrah, who was already sitting at the table.
Luckily, the girls were wearing their gemstone necklaces that made them look like humans. Nyrah’s eyes roamed over Morgan from head to toe, as Morgan did the exact same thing to the Nyrah. Then Morgan looked back to Yana.
“Aren’t you the girl who works at the gift shop?” Morgan asked Yana.
“Yes,” Yana answered. “But I don’t work there anymore. I quit to pursue a career in foreign sicks.”
“Uh-huh.” Morgan turned to Cody: “These are your houseguests?”
“Ye—” Cody began, but Morgan grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down the hallway to his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“You did not tell me they were both incredibly gorgeous!” Morgan hissed. Her breathing had quickened, making her bosom heave in the most distracting way possible.
Cody tore his eyes off her breasts and looked into her eyes. “I said they were young women. Was I supposed to mention they were both hot?”
“So, you think they’re hot?”
“Um…Objectively speaking, sure? But you’re the hottest one in this cottage Morgan, and the only one I’m interested in. And you look fucking amazing in this dress.”
“Don’t try to distract me with compliments!” She shoved him in the chest, making him stumble into the door.
Cody threw his hands up in surrender. “Look, you can trust me! I promise!”
“Why?” Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes and clearly still on edge.
“Why what? Why help them? Because they had nowhere else to go.”
“No, why are they here? Did they specifically come here to visit you? To ask you for your help?”
Cody shrugged. “It’s uh…purely coincidence that they’re in Cornerstone. And yeah, we’re acquaintances, and they needed some help and a place to stay, so…"
Cody was very aware of how weak his argument was. If he’d wanted to avoid the jealous girlfriend conversation, he could have told Nyrah and Yana to take a hike. But with Temica involved, and the game system, it was much more complicated than he could ever hope to explain to Morgan.
Morgan crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts together and up, and Cody inwardly groaned.
He wanted them in his hands, or her nipples in his mouth.
But instead, they were having a little tiff.
Hopefully it was nothing more than a little tiff and it wouldn't balloon into a much more serious argument.
“Okay, fine,” Morgan said. “I believe you. But if I find out you’re lying, you’re fucking dead, and so are they.”
“Jesus…” Cody felt a mix of extreme fear and extreme horniness.
He could not deny that he kind of liked this side of Morgan.
She was a little bit cray-cray when she got like this, but she was also his, and he kind of liked the extreme devotion.
It had felt a bit overwhelming and clinging when they were teens, when he was still figuring his own shit out, but now that all his shit had been (mostly) figured out, and he knew the one thing he wanted was Morgan: he was completely on board with Morgan being obsessed with him.
“You. Are. Mine.” Morgan enunciated each word, leaning in close. She grabbed his face. “Do you understand?”
“I’m all yours, baby.” Her grip on his jaw started to hurt, so he stepped to the side, slipping from her grasp. She let him go but was still staring at him intensely. She kicked off her sandals, reached under her dress, and pulled her little white thong off, tossing it to the side.
“You’re going to fuck me now.” Morgan walked over to the dresser, leaning her upper body over and bracing herself on her elbows.
She arched her back, sticking her ass out.
It was the kind of dresser with a big mirror attached to it.
She looked into the mirror, meeting his eyes in the reflection, and raised one eyebrow. “Well?”
“But dinner…?” Cody mumbled, already popping the button on his jeans and walking over.
“Are you choosing dinner with those two girls over fucking me from behind?” Morgan made a little adjustment, widening her stance and arching her back even more.
It wasn’t a very hard decision: yes, he would like to quickly pump his girl full of cum before going back out there and eating dinner. Maybe Nyrah would finally get the message that he was definitely taken if she heard them having sex.
Knife grumbled a little as Cody blocked him, but Knife graciously vacated the premises for the upcoming fuck-session.
Cody walked up behind Morgan, loving the way the short skirt of her dress was just long enough to cover her ass cheeks when she was bent over like this.
It was a bit of a tease but super naughty at the same time, especially since he already knew she was wearing nothing underneath.
He met her eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he reached under the dress, his hands grabbing her plump ass and giving her a squeeze.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. “I’m ready Cody. Fuck me already.”
He blocked Knife, and then shoved his jeans and boxers down, freeing himself.
As soon as the head of his cock rubbed up against her wet pussy heat, Morgan cried out.
He paused, lightly gripping her hips, and studied her in the mirror.
Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth slightly open.
Her tits were on display in the mirror, looking like they were about to fall out of their dress prison.
Thinking about how damn happy he was to have Morgan as his girl, he slowly eased his cock in.
Morgan let out a drawn-out moan, but her eyes snapped open, meeting his, her gaze steely and…
determined? He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, holding her gaze in the mirror.
As soon as his dick filled her up, she made another…
performative?...extra loud moan, as she pushed her ass into him, wiggling her butt.
“Why are you going so slow?” she asked. “I want you to fucking rail me.”
Cody gripped her hips tighter. “Yeah?”
“Yes! Fucking destroy my pussy, Cody.”
Cody pulled back and then slammed back in, and she let out a cry of pleasure.
This was a new side of her he hadn’t seen before.
And well, they’d never done it using his grandfather’s dresser before, with the mirror, and it was pretty fucking hot to do her from behind while still being able to see her face. And her tits.
There was also no doubt in his mind that Nyrah and Yana would be able to hear what was happening, since Morgan was crying out every single time he bottomed out in her pussy.
Was Morgan doing it on purpose? Was this some sort of ‘marking her territory’ thing?
If it helped get Nyrah off his back and got his dick wet, he was totally fine with that.
He slammed back into Morgan and she screamed again. And again.
He assaulted her pussy, just like she asked him to, shoving his cock in relentlessly. She pounded her fist on the dresser.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, Cody!” she cried.
He kept at it, bending his knees and putting his legs into it with each thrust, and she kept letting out a desperate scream every single time.
He was fucking her so hard her whole body was rocking as she braced herself as best she could on the dresser.
One of her breasts finally popped free from her dress and it seemed like the other one didn’t want to get left behind, so it popped out too.
They bounced as he fucked her even harder, his eyes hypnotized by their sway, her nipples perfect pink peaks.
“Oh, godddddddd, your cock is mine!” Morgan cried out. “Mine!”
He looked away from her amazing boobs to lock eyes with her again.
Her eyes went wide as her scream caught in her throat, and then she dropped her head, shoulders rolling in, pussy clamping and throbbing on his cock.
Her legs gave out and he had to hoist her up as he continued to fuck her through her powerful orgasm.
“Give me…give me your cum,” she said, but was breathless and barely audible.
“What?” he asked, pretending he didn’t quite catch that request.
“Give me your cum.”
“I don’t think I caught all of that…”
She slammed her fist on the dresser and snapped her head up to look at him through the reflection of the mirror. “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM CODY! ALL YOUR CUM IS MINE!”