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“I think so, too.”
His hands move to my arms, drawing feather-like lines up them to my shoulders where he flirts with the strap of my bra. I give him a coy smile and move my hands back down his chest and stomach until stopping at the band of his underwear.
“I’m okay sneaking around this once, though. How about you?” I ask.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he breathes out.
My hand slides into his underwear and I find his hard cock waiting to be touched. It flexes in my palm when I wrap my fingers around it and his head falls back with his groan. I stroke him a few times, teasing the tip of his dick with my thumb before pushing his pants down enough to pull him out completely.
He brings his gaze back to me, his thumbs hooking in my straps again and tugging my bra down my shoulders and chest while I work him with my hand. My breasts fall out of the small lace shelf holding them up and James moves a hand to my back to unclasp the bra and free them completely. In a single swift movement, he braces the arch in my back and lifts me as he dips his head and sucks my hard nipple, his tongue swirling around the tender tip as he coaxes me backward until my legs hit the foot of his bed. He pushes me back and I fall into his mattress, letting my hands cling to the blanket beneath me as I bring my feet up.
James grips his cock in his hand, stroking it as he looks down on me as I squirm, feeling my center get wetter at the sight of him standing above me so dominantly. He steps out of his jeans and underwear then grabs his length again while running a hand from my knee down the inside of my thigh until his thumb finds my swollen middle. I writhe at the touch, needing the relief as he presses his thumb against me.
“You are very wet, aren’t you?” he asks.
I nod, a small cry leaving my lips. He presses his thumb against me again, stroking up and down a few times, only pushing me more into desperation. I move my thumbs to the waist of my skirt and work it down my hips, hooking the top of my tights as I do. I lift my hips and James tugs the material down my legs until it’s a pile on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I’m in nothing but a black lace thong, but when I bring my hands to slip it away, James covers them with his palm and shakes his head.
“Leave those,” he says.
Cock in hand, he rests a knee on his bed between my legs, bringing his mouth to my aching breasts to kiss each of them again. He suckles my hard tips so hard that they feel raw, then he soothes them by pressing his tongue against them and blowing the air cool on my sensitive skin.
I scoot back wanting him to have more room to be closer to me—to touch me. When my head rests on his pillow, he completely covers me with his body, one arm holding his weight up by my head as the other holds his length and guides the tip to rub along the soaking wet lace between my legs.
“Ahhh,” I cry, quickly biting my knuckle to muffle my sound.
James sits up on his knees at my sound, grabbing my legs and dragging me toward him. He licks his thumb, then runs it along the tight lace strip that cuts into my swollen pussy. His thumb teases my center to the brink before he abruptly stops and steps back from the bed, leaving me there so needy and wanting him so fucking bad.
“Where are you going?” I pant.
He chuckles then moves to the drawer beside his bed, pulling out a condom and tearing the package open with his teeth.
“Oh,” I sigh, my hips rocking as if he’s already in me. I’m so close to coming that I know when he touches me again I’m going to fall apart. I press my own hand on my stomach and slowly inch it lower as he strokes himself, then works the condom on.
“I’m going to watch for a minute, if that’s okay?” he asks, his eyes intensely focused on my hand that is moving lower still.
I bite my lip and curl my toes just as my index finger slides against my own slick skin. My center throbs, vibrating from the touch, and I arch my back and squeeze my eyes shut as I continue to pleasure myself in front of him.
“Fuck that’s hot, Morgan. Fuck, that’s so . . .” His voice falls away, which only drives me wilder, imagining him worked up at seeing me. I look down to where he stands, stroking himself slowly as his eyes burn into me. I slip my finger underneath the center strip of my panties and push the tip inside, crying out and wishing it was him there.
“Yeah, I need to be inside of you now. Are you ready?” he asks, moving between my knees me and spreading my legs wider.
I nod but keep stroking myself, liking both the way it feels and what it seems to be doing to him. Within seconds, his thumb is working me as well. His fingers thread into mine as our joined hands rub my wet center and work to open me up for what’s coming. I leave him to do the work and grab at the blanket again, taking fists full as he tugs my panties to the side and moves forward, pressing the tip of his cock into my entrance.
My eyes flutter closed and my back arches at the sensation of him stretching me. He pushes in slowly, letting me accept him and get used to the feel of his hardness inside. He rocks his hips slowly at first until I move mine with him, pressing up as he pushes in, wanting to take him deeper and harder.
He grunts with every thrust until he’s pounding me so hard that my tits shake with the movement. He leans down and takes one in his mouth as his hips swivel and punish me in new angles that coax my orgasm to the brink. Unable to hang on for much longer, my hands leave the bed and grip at his hips, urging him into me faster and harder until I feel it build.
“Morgan.” He hums my name into my ear.
I whimper, my hushed cries trembling with the unrelenting waves of pleasure that burst between my legs. My hips rock into his as he swells inside of me and buries his mouth in the crook of my neck, groaning with his own orgasm as he thrusts a few more times until he’s completely empty.
He collapses on top of me but rolls me so I’m lying on him as he swells inside of me still. I’ve never been able to come from fucking. I’ve only had sex with two guys, and both were boys. James fills me in a way I never would have imagined, but more than that, my body is at ease under his control. I trust him. Iwanthim to please me. I want to please him. I want to love him. And I think, maybe, I already do.
Chapter20
James
Ithink maybe it’s hard for a guy to hide when he’s having sex. The smile is undeniable. I’ve been grinning like a fool since I felt what it was like to be inside of Morgan Bentley. She’s the sexiest creature I’ve ever seen, and I’m not sure how many sets of lingerie she has, but I intend to see them all. So far, the black set she wore that first night is my favorite. Maybe I’m simply sentimental.
