Dropping to my knees, holding her up with my shoulders, my hands push beneath her skirt. I yank her panties out of my way, reaching up to pull at the top of her dress. I groan as I watch her perfect pear shaped tits fall out, the nipples pebbled hard enough to cut that glass window. Draping one shoulder over my shoulder, I bend to fill my mouth with her pussy.
There is no better dessert than her sweet slit.
In the alcove, her moans echo, mixing with the Chopin still playing. I suck at her swollen clit, pulling it out of her folds with a tug of my teeth. Her thighs vibrate so I know she loves it. I bite down again then suck harder, wanting to have her needier, make her crave me filling her, taking her. Never before have I felt the possessive burn, the dominating desire I do for her.
“Oh, yes, yes,” she chants, one hand tangled in my hair, the other clawing at the glass.
“Give me dessert, honey. Let me get that sweet cream,” I hum against her thigh before I go back to eating her greedily.
“I want to come with you inside me,” she declares, pulling me off her.
“Oh, honey, I will make you come with my cock too. Give me your sweets first,” I command, pushing my tongue inside her to fuck her with it, my teeth nipping at her clit.
“Morgan!” she shouts as she starts to come. Reaching down, I yank at my zipper, moaning as my hard cock springs out. I stroke myself a few times before I focus on finishing her with my tongue. Watching her shake, head thudding against the glass as she lets go, it’s the most beautiful sight I have ever seen. I won’t ever get enough of it. Good thing I don’t plan to ever stop making her come so I can see this exact moment anytime I crave it.
Standing, I hook my arms beneath her knees Dipping my head, I suck a nipple past my lips as she reaches between us. “Good girl. Fill your little pussy with my cock. Seal our fate, honey, because once I get inside you...ah fuck,” I grunt as she drops her hips and takes me inside her. “Let me fill you, honey, I need to....fuck, it’s so pretty how greedy she is to be filled by me.”
We moan together as she slides down, taking me further, deeper. Catching my breath, I pin her to the glass, my arms hooked beneath her thighs to hoist her up. Slowly, I move, pulling out then pushing back in. We both watch as I take her, slow at first, filling then pulling back, surging forward, then dragging out. Nothing has ever felt as good as her wrapped around me clinging to me with her limbs, her pussy taking my cock.
“Don’t stop. Oh, Morgan...honey, please don’t stop. It’s so good.”
It is good. Hell, that is not good enough a word. It is spectacular. It is magical, taking her this way, slow but intense, right here in a place so important to me, to who I am as a man.A man who will be anything, do everything she asks, become whatever she needs.
I am a man in love, there is no measure of what I will do for her.
“Come for me, honey,” I plead, rocking faster, harder, needed to get us there together. I want us to topple over the edge together. I pump my hips faster, our clothes rustling between since we were too needy to get naked. I tilt her hips up to take me, my climax zipping up my spine. “Get there, honey. I need you to choke my cock while you come with me. I am going to fill you up, Maren. Nothing between us. We’re fated. Nothing changes that.”
Slamming my mouth to hers, I pull out of her, spinning her to press her against the glass. Hoisting a leg up with a bruising grip beneath her thigh, I push back in from behind. Maren cries out as she takes me, bouncing back to let me drive deeper, deeper. I slap her ass the way I did earlier. That does it. I go still inside her, as deep as I can go, as she comes just as I command.
I revel in the feel of her closing tight, milking my cock for all it has. I shudder as I come with her, slamming deep one last time. We cling to one another, my hand in her hair again to tug her head back. I fit my mouth to hers, kissing her through it, sealing the moment for both of us. A moment I believe was fated the moment she decided to come to True Ridge.
Holding her close, I kiss her until we’re breathless. Stepping back, I sink down on the chair still left standing, remaining inside of her. I am not ready for this moment to end. I want to share a million moments with her. Ones with us breathless, clinging to each other. Others of us laughing as we eat BLTs and talk about what we love and what we hate.
I want a lifetime of moments with her, enough to build something beautiful with.
Chapter Eight
Maren
I was right not to count my blessings—because the moment I do, they blow up in my face.
After an entire weekend with Morgan, starting at that burnt out lodge filled with so much of his dreams, I thought we were solid. I had a girls day outing with Evie until she had to bail after her sitter flaked. This morning, I found out my roof has a leak that needs to be taken care of before my bathroom falls in on me. Everything that could go wrong has gone wrong.
Now I sit in my office, where I am most in my element, but everything is wrong. Because five minutes ago, I caught a glimpse of Morgan striding down the hall towards Mr. Tomford’s office. He sailed past my office, not even hesitating to call so much as a hello.
Last night I was in his bed, shouting his name as he made me see the stars shining as if we were making love in the wild. It always feels wild between the two of us. Lying in his bed after, I decided to come clean. To tell him the one thing I had not had the courage to say aloud yet.
“Mr. Tomford...he is refusing not just the Brant Brothers proposal, every proposal I have had across my desk. He said Ridgeview Manor is our bank’s priority. They brought me here just to tie my hands,” I had whispered in the darkness, my voice cracking with my frustration.
“Honey, do not give our proposal a second thought. Other banks will give us what we need. I can have a nice little chat with Mr. Tomford first thing tomorrow,” his gentle response, his hands tracing over my bare skin,
“No, youcannot,” I argued back. “Do you want me to look weak?”
Morgan promised he would do no such thing. Promised he would do nothing at all without talking to me first. We talked about other options for the Brant Brother’s to take, to fund their dream. I’ve built good connections over the years, I am good at what I do, he is good at what he does in the office—I believed there was nothing we couldn’t figure out together.
Yet at this moment, I think I have nothing figured out. Mr. Tomford’s office is down the hall, yet their words ring clear as I listen against my will. Tears flood my eyes as I sit behind my desk, feeling small, stupid, shameful. Morgan is doing all the talking, his voice patient smooth, laced with a charm he usually reserved just for me.
“I appreciate you seeing me, Arthur,” Morgan said. Closing my eyes against my tears, I can see his confident smile. “There has been a bit of a disconnect. I hope we can clear it up,” his voice is stern, shrewd—making me believe he will walk out of that office with what he came for.
