Morgan reaches up and grabs my head, yanking my open mouth against her cunt. The taste is honey and spice and ambrosia. Perfection. I’m drowning, and she’s my air.
My cock throbs, tight in my leggings, but that’s not important right now.
I moan into her, and Morgan arches into me. I can tell she likes it because her breath stutters, and for once she’s not taunting me.
“Oh,goodboy… Oh, very good, yes, good boy,yes!”
Morgan’s thighs close around my head like a vice. I can’t breathe, and I don’t want to.
When she finally relaxes, I lean my head against her thigh, breathing hard.
“Come here,” she says, looping her finger through my collar and gently pulling me up to straddle her. She pulls me down into a deep, slow kiss. Her tongue sweeps across my face, tasting her own arousal.
As she slides her tongue between my jaw and the collar, her phone buzzes from where her sweatpants lie crumpled on the floor.
“Fetch,” she says.
I hurry to obey, and as I hand her the phone, she accepts the call and pulls my head back between her legs.
“What is it, Owen? This better be good. I’m busy.”
Her nails grip the back of my head and press me in, and I return to my dutiful ministrations.
A muffled male voice responds on the phone.
“We already closed that deal.”
I strike a slow, steady pace this time, really savoring it. I could spend hours here—and I might, depending on how much business Morgan has to do.
Her voice is remarkably measured and even as she debates the particulars of this deal with Owen.
The call drags on, and Morgan’s irritation slowly rises. “Do I have to do your job for you?” she snaps.
As I press my tongue between her folds, she clenches hard, and it’s not just anger making her breath quicken.
I watch with intense satisfaction over the next ten minutes as, one by one, every muscle in her body goes tight.
If I’m overeager, I know I’ll get scolded, but I take in every signal and gently push her closer and closer to the edge. If I’m good enough, I might make her cum on this call. The mere thought gives me a head rush.
Morgan’s fingers tighten in my hair, and I think she’s come to the same conclusion.
Her walls clench tight, and her eyes roll back.
Owen is still talking. She’s been letting him talk for a few minutes now.
Morgan is measured, deliberate, focused as she lowers the phone and hits mute.
As soon as I see the red circle, I suck hard on her clit.
“Oh,good boy,” she moans, arching up into me, shaking with every wave of the pulsing orgasm. “Fuckinggood boy… Goddammit…”
Finally, Morgan slumps back against the chair, and I slow to a leisurely pace.
“Morgan? Are you still there?” Owen’s muffled voice comes from the phone.
Morgan unmutes and lifts it back to her ear. “You cut out. … Uh huh. Deal with it—what else do you want me to say? … Fine. Yes. … Bye.” She ends the call with a tap.
Morgan gently pushes me back and ruffles my hair. “You are afuntoy. Now, up. Let me see what that did to you…”
