Breathy moans and whimpers poured from Morgan’s lips as I alternated between licks and swirls. When I pushed two fingers into her, she reached down and threaded her fingers through my hair, moaning louder as I slowly pumped them into her while I continued teasing her clit with my tongue.
When I upped my intensity, sucking and fucking her with my fingers because I was desperate to see her fall apart, her legs started to tremble. “Come on, Princess.” I wrapped my lips around her, letting my teeth graze the tender, swollen flesh of her clit as I curled my fingers.
A moment later, Morgan let out a cry of pleasure, and I pulled my fingers away and replaced them with my tongue so I could taste her release.Fuck. I was so drunk on her taste and so high off her scent that my head was spinning. And each moan that left her as I worked her through her orgasm and into another made my dick throb more and more.
By the time I lifted my head, my mouth glistened with her double release, and she was panting as her limp body quivered. I smirked, taking satisfaction in the knowledge that I could wreckher in such a way with just my mouth and fingers. “How you doing, Princess?”
A sated smile tugged at the corner of her lips. “Good,” she breathed.
“Well, I’m far from done with you yet,” I murmured against her skin as I made my way back up her body.
When I was close enough, I reached over to her nightstand and dipped my hand into the drawer, pulling out a condom from the box inside. She snatched it from me, holding my stare as she peeled it open. I smirked, flipping onto my back and pulling her with me so she was straddling my hips.
She reached down, curling her hand around my hard dick, and I let out a low groan as she stroked me. “Morgan,” I said in a warning tone. She rolled the condom on before I gripped her hips, and I watched as she lifted slightly, positioning me. She slowly sank down, easing me into her inch by inch, and as I watched myself disappear inside of her, a low curse left me. “Fuck.”
“Wes…” My eyes flickered up when she moaned, seeing her bite her lip as she closed her eyes. “God, you feel so good.”
“That’s it,” I groaned as my eyes dropped back down. “Take all of me into that tight pussy.” Her hands were splayed against my chest, and once I filled her, she started to move. My hands stayed gripped on her hips, but I let her set the pace she wanted.
As she sat up, I watched as she worked, rolling her hips and grinding against me. My eyes roamed her face like I was committing it to memory, drinking in every reaction—every flush of her cheeks, every bite of her lip, every tiny gasp of air she let out, every one of her moans.
I let my hands wander over her body—I started at where we connected, my thumb brushing over her clit, then moved up toher chest, palming her breasts and tweaking her nipples before my one hand slid higher to curl around the front of her throat and gently squeeze as she rode me. I wanted to brand her, to make it so that the memory of my touch would linger on her skin long after she was gone and leave her craving more.
Craving me.
Missingme.
“Oh, God,” she moaned.
“Keep moving, Princess.” I gripped her hips again and encouraged her movements as I bucked beneath her, even more turned on than before from watching her use me for her pleasure. “Ride me just like that until you come all over my cock.”
She shook around me a moment later when her orgasm crashed over her, moans dripping from her lips, and I groaned at the sensation of her clamping around my dick.
I flipped her so she was beneath me, crushing my lips against hers as I thrust into her hard and deep before easing out at a torturously slow pace. Then I did it again and again and again, and she came once more, writhing beneath me as she cried out. “Look at you, Princess. Fucked out, trembling and panting because of me. I want to remember you just like this.”
“Wes…” Her voice trembled with pleasure, my name coming out in barely a whisper as she clung to me.
“I know you’ve got one more in you,” I grunted with a thrust into her, fucking her harder and faster. “Give me one more, Princess. I want you to come with me. Let me feel the way your pussy tightens around my cock when I come.” She spread her legs wider to take me deeper, and I groaned, low and gravelly, as I slammed into her. “That’s my girl.”
A moment later, I felt her tighten around me as she screamed my name, her back arching off the bed when she cameagain. My orgasm tore through me, the intensity of it locking up every muscle in my body as a guttural groan ripped from my throat.
My head dropped into the crook of her neck as I panted, feeling her own quickened breaths against my clammy skin. Once I recovered enough, I collapsed next to her on the bed, resting my forearm across my eyes as I tried to slow my breathing.
“I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow,” she panted.
A breathy laugh escaped me. “A solid reminder, then.”
As we lay in the silence, letting our bodies come down from the high, my mind flooded with thoughts. With things I wanted to say that I probably had no business saying, at least not right now, when she was leaving in the morning for two months.
I lowered my arm and glanced over at her, taking in her sated expression—her eyes were closed, her lips slightly parted, and her arm draped over her chest, her breathing almost back to normal.
Seeming to sense my gaze on her, she slowly turned her head to look at me, and I held her stare. “Morgan, I…” I trailed off, my chest tightening with nerves and hesitation.
“Yeah?”
Something about the way she was looking at me made me freeze up. “I should, uh…I should go so you can finish packing.”
She swallowed, her eyes shifting back and forth between mine. “Right…”
