Morgan?”
His tone demanded honesty and Morgan couldn’t hold back her plea, no matter how devastating it made her feel. “Fuck me, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
Her answer was both a plea and a demand and exactly what he needed to hear. “I’m going to give you what you want, Princess, and God help us both if you’re sorry afterwards.”
“I won’t be, I promise.” Morgan didn’t care how he did it as long as he put this fire he started in her out. Her need had never been so high, her desire so out of control, her thoughts and body in such chaos.
Jack removed his fingers and slowly inserted the plug. He chose a special one for her, one that would vibrate while he took her pussy, the dual stimulation sure to send her skyrocketing. She cried out when it finally slipped fully inside her, her hips swaying with the unaccustomed fullness and foreign invasion. Before she had time to balk, he released his aching cock, grabbed her hips and thrust into her gushing pussy, her sheath clasping him in warm, wet welcome.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned as he thrust deeply, giving her no quarter. She had to learn right at the start that he liked his sex hard.
Morgan wasn’t complaining. Fisting her hands even tighter, she met his thrusts eagerly; the slight discomfort from his large size and the added tightness from the plug quickly gave way to nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. When a slight vibration started in her ass, she cried out and when Jack accompanied that with hard slaps to her buttocks, she fell into sensory overload. Sobbing, she met each of his hard thrusts eagerly, the stinging on her cheeks enhancing her ongoing pleasure. She came quickly, exploding around his pummeling cock, her cries echoing in the room.
Jack tried to restrain himself, but the feel of her orgasm coating his dick, of her slick walls clasping him tightly was too much. Reaching under her, he pinched her clit between two fingers, milking that tiny bud, coaxing her into giving him more. “Again, Morgan. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
“Yes!” she cried out, unable to resist his demand, her body flying into a million pieces again and again as he continued to pound into her. When she felt him come, felt his cock jerking inside her and the heat of his ejaculation fill her, she came again, her body shuddering in ecstasy.
Jack disposed of the condom in the bathroom before returning to take Morgan’s sated, limp form into his arms. It worried him how right she felt, how much he had enjoyed taking her. Now that he knew how she felt wrapped around his cock, what she sounded like when she came, it would kill him to let her go. Morgan was spoiled, willful and dogged in her determination when she wanted something from him. And he had only abetted her behavior by giving in to her each and every time, including this time. At first it had been because he was trying to make up for the neglect she suffered from her indifferent parents. Now, it was simply because it gave him pleasure as well as eased any anxiety he had of what she might do if he refused her. The one time he had, she had ended up losing her virginity to a jerk in the back seat of a fucking car. He had found out about that incident from Agatha whom Morgan confided almost everything of a personal nature to. When she had told him how Morgan had cried in her arms late that night, telling her of Jack’s rejection, wondering why no one wanted her, he could have kicked himself for the way he had bungled that night. He hoped to God he wasn’t going to kick himself later for succumbing to her pleas.
“You have too many clothes on,” Morgan sighed as she cuddled against him.
Kissing her nose, he pulled away from her. “Sorry, Princess, but duty calls. Marc and I have to take our guests up to the ski slopes shortly. Did you bring anything warm and waterproof to ski in?”
“No, I just grabbed a few things, got in my car and left.”
Jack frowned down at her.
His tone demanded honesty and Morgan couldn’t hold back her plea, no matter how devastating it made her feel. “Fuck me, Jack. I need you to fuck me.”
Her answer was both a plea and a demand and exactly what he needed to hear. “I’m going to give you what you want, Princess, and God help us both if you’re sorry afterwards.”
“I won’t be, I promise.” Morgan didn’t care how he did it as long as he put this fire he started in her out. Her need had never been so high, her desire so out of control, her thoughts and body in such chaos.
Jack removed his fingers and slowly inserted the plug. He chose a special one for her, one that would vibrate while he took her pussy, the dual stimulation sure to send her skyrocketing. She cried out when it finally slipped fully inside her, her hips swaying with the unaccustomed fullness and foreign invasion. Before she had time to balk, he released his aching cock, grabbed her hips and thrust into her gushing pussy, her sheath clasping him in warm, wet welcome.
“Christ, you’re tight,” he groaned as he thrust deeply, giving her no quarter. She had to learn right at the start that he liked his sex hard.
Morgan wasn’t complaining. Fisting her hands even tighter, she met his thrusts eagerly; the slight discomfort from his large size and the added tightness from the plug quickly gave way to nothing but pure, unadulterated pleasure. When a slight vibration started in her ass, she cried out and when Jack accompanied that with hard slaps to her buttocks, she fell into sensory overload. Sobbing, she met each of his hard thrusts eagerly, the stinging on her cheeks enhancing her ongoing pleasure. She came quickly, exploding around his pummeling cock, her cries echoing in the room.
Jack tried to restrain himself, but the feel of her orgasm coating his dick, of her slick walls clasping him tightly was too much. Reaching under her, he pinched her clit between two fingers, milking that tiny bud, coaxing her into giving him more. “Again, Morgan. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
“Yes!” she cried out, unable to resist his demand, her body flying into a million pieces again and again as he continued to pound into her. When she felt him come, felt his cock jerking inside her and the heat of his ejaculation fill her, she came again, her body shuddering in ecstasy.
Jack disposed of the condom in the bathroom before returning to take Morgan’s sated, limp form into his arms. It worried him how right she felt, how much he had enjoyed taking her. Now that he knew how she felt wrapped around his cock, what she sounded like when she came, it would kill him to let her go. Morgan was spoiled, willful and dogged in her determination when she wanted something from him. And he had only abetted her behavior by giving in to her each and every time, including this time. At first it had been because he was trying to make up for the neglect she suffered from her indifferent parents. Now, it was simply because it gave him pleasure as well as eased any anxiety he had of what she might do if he refused her. The one time he had, she had ended up losing her virginity to a jerk in the back seat of a fucking car. He had found out about that incident from Agatha whom Morgan confided almost everything of a personal nature to. When she had told him how Morgan had cried in her arms late that night, telling her of Jack’s rejection, wondering why no one wanted her, he could have kicked himself for the way he had bungled that night. He hoped to God he wasn’t going to kick himself later for succumbing to her pleas.
“You have too many clothes on,” Morgan sighed as she cuddled against him.
Kissing her nose, he pulled away from her. “Sorry, Princess, but duty calls. Marc and I have to take our guests up to the ski slopes shortly. Did you bring anything warm and waterproof to ski in?”
“No, I just grabbed a few things, got in my car and left.”
Jack frowned down at her.
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