Morgan has pushed me down, down into that headspace where doing whatever she asks of me is the only thing that matters.
Her mouth closes around my cock, and I’m lost in bliss for a moment before I realize her cunt is right in front of my face, and it’s the only thing I want in the entire world. Her taste is salt and sweet, and I can’t get enough.
Morgan edges me until I’m a whining, shaking mess, and when she makes me cum, she succeeds at making me scream loud enough for the whole party to hear.
While I’m still panting on the bed, she throws my clothes at me.
“C’mon. We have an announcement to make.”
I scramble to get dressed, my phone buzzing in my pocket.
There’s a brand new message from Eileen,
ATTABOY I KNEW YOU COULD DO IT
Oh god, the party reallydidhear. This is mortifying. Almost as mortifying as how much I’m getting off on it.
I’ve hardly gotten my clothes on when Morgan grabs myhand and drags me to the door. Shit shit—
But she stops short and pulls me against her chest, laughing as she leans down and kisses the top of my head.
I stand in confusion for a moment, then put two and two together and cast an accusatory glance up at her. “You’re messing with me again!”
She chuckles and presses her lips against mine with a tenderness that threatens to make me cry again.
Finally, she leans back and straightens my shirt and suit, tucking my hair back into place.
“Was that alright?” she asks. “Or did I go too far?”
“That was… good. Yep. Th… thumbs up.” I’m still dizzy from how hard I came, from the adrenaline rush of thinking I was about to be dragged downstairs.
“We don’t have to go back down there tonight,” she says.
“But it’s your birthday party.”
“And I want to spend my birthday with you.”
My heart glows. “I want… to celebrate you. To celebrate… us.”
Morgan smiles. “Okay.”
“And besides, that magician wascute.”
Morgan’s body goes stiff, and a deep growl rumbles in her chest.
I laugh, giving her a shove. “I’mkidding.”
“Naughty little thing,” she says, pinching my ass. She steps towards the door, but then it’s her turn to hesitate. “This is your last chance to decide if you want more time. As soon as we go out there… it’s going to be tabloid express.”
“Oh, right… That’s… a lot.” I chew my lip. “Can we get them to hold off until we get Mom on the yacht?”
“If she can come for lunch tomorrow, then yes.”
“Yeah. That’ll work. Okay. I’m… I’m ready.” But my feet aren’t moving.
“Are you sure?”
“Can… can you tell me that… it’s all going to be okay?”
