I stand next to her, and she brushes my top aside and drags a nail along my cock. I don’t realize how hard I am until the jolt of pleasure nearly knocks me over.
She hooks a nail over the edge of my waistband and says, “Down.”
I pull the leggings down, revealing the black lace thong that had been pinned to the hanger just behind them.
“Very good,” she purrs. “This looks just as pretty as I knew it would. But alas, it too must go.”
I slide the thong down, freeing my cock and letting it settle into Morgan’s palm. She slides her thumb along my tip, already slick with pre-cum.
She hums with approval, leaning down and sucking it off my tip.
I moan, and she sinks deeper. My awareness contracts to her heat, her tongue.
Morgan pulls me right to the edge, then stops short. I shake, balling up my top in my fists.
“Where do I want to put this…” she purrs, dragging a claw up my shaft. “Hold this for me.” She grabs my hand and wraps it around my cock, but I know I’m not supposed to move.
Slowly, leisurely, Morgan shrugs out of her jacket and loosens her top, sliding it down her arms.
“I want you right here,” she croons, brushing her fingers over the crown of her breasts.
My grip tightens, but I don’t dare move.
Morgan gives a cruel laugh. “Soobedient. I’ll take this back.” With painful tenderness, her hand replaces mine on my cock. She slowly slides me all the way into her mouth and throat, presses hard with her tongue, then pulls back, grazing me with her teeth.
Oh fuck.
Then again, tauntingly slow.
And again. And again.
I’m on the edge, and Morgan pauses, her hand tight around my base. She waits for me to drip on her tongue, and I moan with every breath.
Another drip into her mouth and my heat coils, my muscles tense.
“Mor…”
“Right here, baby.”
Morgan takes me one last time, sucking hard as she pulls away, dragging me over the edge.
She drops my cock right as I cum, except for her fingertip under me to guide my spend across her chest. It’s a ruined orgasm, but my body still shakes through the waves, pouring out onto her.
“Very good,” Morgan croons, and while I’m still dripping, she sweeps her tongue down my length and sucks hard. It’s almost enough to make me cum again.Almost.
So, when Morgan sweeps a finger across her chest and licks it off like icing, I’m still dripping.
“Hmmm… you know what I’m in the mood for?”
I don’t dare even guess.
“It’s a good time for a workout,” she says, standing and hooking a finger through my collar again. She takes a step, and Istumble after her, my leggings still around my knees.
“Oh, is that hard for you?” she purrs, tugging me another two steps. I trip into her, and she easily catches me, fully lifting me off my feet before setting me upright. “I suppose I can let you strip. Go on.”
I wriggle out of my leggings, shrug off the jacket, and pull off my shirt. Morgan takes each item in turn, laying them across the couch, until I’m naked again.
She traces a nail down the tattoos on my arm. “Lovely.” Then she catches my collar again and pulls me further into the house.
