Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 262(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
I bow my head and kiss her, muffling the moan that's mixed with a tinge of pain when I push into her. I tighten my jaw as I hold still, allowing her to adjust to my girth before I start to move. She holds on to me tight, those baby blues still gazing up at me again. The adoration I've missed is back, gazing up at me as soft moans leave her lips. Everything else falls away and no longer matters. The origins of how we came to be doesn't matter. The professional lines don't matter. The fact that I'm putting her in danger by claiming her as mine doesn't matter. All that matters is that the woman beneath me trusts me, chooses me, and that I can't hide my own desires anymore.
Now I know I'm in serious trouble.
I lose myself within her, allowing the sounds of her moans, her warmth, and her wetness to consume me. Her nails dig deep into the back of my biceps as her pleasure overwhelms her.
"You feel so fucking good, princess," I murmur as I thrust into her a little harder. "This tight little pussy is all mine."
"It's yours," she says on a moan. "Oh my god, I'm gonna come again."
"Go ahead, princess. Come all over this cock and claim it as yours," I urge.
She whimpers as her back bows, her walls pulsing in waves as her body trembles beneath me. I groan, quickening my strokes as her pussy tugs on my cock before I quickly pull out and shoot ropes of cum across the damp skin of her stomach. A shiver rolls down my spine as the aftershock of my orgasm rolls through my muscle, reality finally falling back into focus.
I cut my eyes to Brody and grin. Though he glares at me, his shorts now look like a tent from his own erection. "Too bad you couldn't join in on the fun," I taunt as I get off the bed. I move over to the dresser and grab a random shirt and use it to clean Morgan off. Once she and I are dressed, I untie Brody, watching as he quickly puts his hands over his erection in a pathetic attempt to hide it.
"Just know if I catch you touching her again, an erection will be the least of your worries," I state as I lead Morgan toward the door. "Next time, you'll be picking it up off the floor after I cut it off. Are we clear?"
"Yeah, man. I get it," he mumbles.
"Good." I look at Morgan. "Let's get out of here, princess."
20
MORGAN
Asplitting headache is the first thing that registers when I wake up the following morning. I squint at the bright sunlight filtering in my room as I slowly sit up, realizing I'm back in bed. I don't have a single clue as to how I'd gotten back home. I can't remember much from last night, but I do remember Trent being there. Trent. My skin warms at the thought of him and what we'd done last night.
"Here, take this," he says, materializing in front of me. He holds two pills and a glass of water out toward me. "I'm sure you're hung over."
I take the medicine and quickly throw them back before washing them down with water. "I didn't think you'd still be here."
"I needed to make sure you were okay." He sits on the edge of my bed. "How are you feeling?"
Aside from the headache, a delicious soreness settles between my legs, making itself known each time I moved. While I didn't remember everything that happened last night, I definitely remembered having sex with him. Even in my drunken state, his words echoed over and over in my head even now. You're mine. You belong to me. No one else can touch you. Only mine. It's amazing how jealousy can make anyone flip their position, no matter how hard they try to fight it. But it only makes me wonder how long it'll be before he tries to revert to his "we need to be professional" act when regret sets in for him again.
"I'm fine," I answer when I realize he's still looking at me expectantly. "What in the world happened last night?"
He shrugs. "You went to a party and got drunk."
"And?"
"And we had sex to teach someone a lesson they needed to learn." Heat and desire pool in his gaze as he looks at me, and my cheeks warm as I blush. I try to remember the guy, the details a little fuzzy until I remember Trent also punching him earlier in the night.
"Brody," I breathe once his name finally comes to me. "Did we actually have sex in front of him? Am I remembering that correctly?"
"We did." His gaze travels along my body before he licks his lips, sliding a little closer to me as he grins. "I think he was a bit turned on. His cock was hard after watching me fuck your tight little pussy." He leans forward and presses a kiss to my lips. "And it turned me on even more to know that I've got to have something he'll never touch."