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CREED

I rollout of her bed, careful not to wake her yet. We’ve only gotten a few hours of sleep, and I want her to rest before I fuck her again. I’ve never felt as insatiable as I do with her, and I spared no pussy when I was younger. It was the way of life, and I had access to it whenever I wanted.

Walking into her bathroom, I glance over her products as I piss, narrowing my eyes at something I’m vaguely familiar with. The sight of it turns my stomach with rage.

I take the plastic tray and open the packaged pills. My heart thunders away in my chest. I turn it over, staring at the prescription information and realizing she just filled them and has only taken a few.

The selfish devil on my shoulder knows what I want to do. She didn’t seem too freaked out about possibly being pregnant, and we’ve fucked bare ever since without a second thought.

What if it was a happy accident again? I tuck the packet in my hand and head back to the other room before shoving them in my jeans pocket and sneaking back into bed.

I slide my hand over her warm skin, cupping her breasts as I fit myself along her backside. She mumbles under her breath as she melts into me, her ass wiggling against my rising cock. I chuckle into her ear as I roll her hard nipple between my fingers.

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to take the invitation.”

Morgan wiggles again. “Maybe that’s what I want.”

I hum into her skin, reaching down to pull her leg up and fit my cock between us. I rock my hips, letting it slide up her folds as her wetness starts to slip along my shaft.

“You’re not sore?”

Morgan sighs. “A little, but a good kind of sore. I want you. Who knows when we’ll get more nights like this?”

Her pleading almost does me in right there. It makes me harder knowing she wants me as much as I do her, that we can’t get enough of each other.

“Have you ever been fucked here?” I ask, poking my cock at the tight hole between her cheeks.

She inhales sharply. “No.”

I groan, wiggling my hand between us and rubbing my finger along her wetness and spreading it to her ass. I press the tip of my finger into the hole, teasingly. “Would you let me?”

“Right now?” she asks, her voice raising a bit.

I hadn’t meant right now, but now it’s all I can think about. “Yeah, let me fuck your ass, baby. I’ll make it so good for you.”

Morgan whimpers in my hold. I pull my hand back, letting my cock slip forward and right into her pussy. She gasps, arching into my hold.

“Let’s try. You say stop, and I’ll stop.”

She reaches back, digging her nails into my forearm. “Don’t stop. More.”

I grin, grabbing her hip and rolling us until she’s pressed face-first into the mattress, her legs tucked between mine. And the best part: her pretty little ass is on display. I thrust my cock forward, sliding into her pussy more as I suck on my thumb, slathering it with spit before I press it between her cheeks into the tight hole winking at me as her cunt clamps down on my length.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” she chants into the sheets.

I pop my thumb through the ring of muscle, spreading my other fingers on the small of her back. Morgan cries out and I rock my hips, filling her with more of my dick.

“How’s that feel?”

She tilts her face to the side, panting. “It’s okay. I have lube in my dresser.”

My eyebrows nearly shoot off my face. “You have lube?”

“Came as a free gift with a vibrator.”

I pull my hand out, kneading her cheek before sadly dragging my cock from her perfect cunt and climbing off the bed. It’s not hard to find the small glass bottle. Anything is better than some spit and our cum. I smirk when I return to her, finding she hasn’t moved an itch.