Her eyes are wide. She’s panting hard. “Oh my… oh god…oh…I’m going to come soon,” she says between pants and moans.
I take a step back and then peel the t-shirt off of her. It’s my turn to groan when I see her naked. Her tits are perfect. Not too big and not too small. They’re real. I have nothing against fake breasts. If they make a woman feel good. If they give her confidence, then so be it, but there’s something about soft and natural that does it for me. Something about Morgan that seriously does it for me. Her nipples are plump but tight. They’re dark. Her panties are bright red.
Red.
Fuck me!
They’re pulled to the side. I can see her pussy. I don’t think I’ve ever been this excited about seeing a woman’s pussy. My eyes drift down a little more. I notice that she has a holster on each of her ankles. There’s a gun in the one and a knife in the other. “Fuck me, but you’re…you’re…”
“Don’t say beautiful.” She rolls her eyes. There’s not an ounce of shyness about her, which I also find incredibly sexy as well. “It’s too clichéd, and I’m too much of a tomboy.”
“I was aiming more for spectacular. That, and fucking sexy.” My voice is a deep vibration.
She smiles. I pull my boxers down, letting them fall to the floor.
“Wow!” She chokes out a laugh. “That’s impressive.” Her eyes are on my cock.
My lip twitches. “Turn around. Hands on the roof.”
“I don’t normally take well to being told what to do.”
I close the small distance between us, I place my hands on the roof of the car and cage her in with my body. I put my mouth to the shell of her ear. “Let me take the lead this round. I’m all yours for the next one.”
“The next round?” She lifts her brows and smiles. “We’re doing this again?”
“Yes.” She’d better not think this is a one-time thing. It’s not an argument I’m going to have with her right now. Instead, I brush a kiss against her mouth and then find her clit with my thumb. Her eyes roll back in her skull. It takes seconds, and she’s panting and moaning against my mouth. She breaks the kiss, and then Morgan turns around, placing her hands on the roof of her car. She widens her stance, and I say a silent prayer of thanks. I circle my hand around her and rub on her clit some more. I rub until she’s moaning with every slip and slide of my finger, until she’s pressing her ass into my erection. That’s when I grip my cock, pressing it against her opening. Her hands tighten on the metal. Her moans become sharper and louder.
“Wet,” I moan to myself. “So fucking wet.” I push into her, my cock gliding in. She’s tight, though, so I have to be careful. I don’t want to hurt her.
“Yes,” she growls the word deeply, pushing back against my cock, taking more of me.
I grunt because she feels so fucking good. I grip her hips to keep her from moving too much. It feels so damned good I groan. Using short, pushy strokes, I fuck her slowly inching my way in until I’m perfectly seated in her snug pussy. It isn’t enough. I want more. So much more. I move slowly and carefully, holding back. Her back is long and graceful. Her ass is fucking poetry. My hips tap against it with each stroke. Toned and lean with flared hips. She’s gorgeous. I want her body, but I find that I also want to look into her eyes. I want to watch her come. I pull out, hearing her moan of frustration, and then turn her around. I pick her up, leaning her up against the side of her car. She hooks her legs around my waist. I feel her weapons against me. It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does. She’s unlike anyone I’ve met before.
I grunt hard as I push back into her. I see her eyes turn hazy. Her head tilts back. She’s making these amazing noises. I grind my cock in and out of her until she’s yelling with each stroke. She’s sliding up and down the car as I push into her. I’m sure if someone walked past my house right now, they would hear us fucking. I don’t care. Neither does she. I’m grunting. My balls are tight. I’m clenching my jaw. I’m working hard at holding it together. It’s tough. She feels so damned good.
Warm.
Wet.
Tight.
Beautiful. So fucking beautiful. We’ll have to disagree on that one. Her eyes widen, and her jaw drops as her pussy starts fluttering around my cock. Then she’s all-out clenching me, and I’m hunching a little over my middle. Morgan comes apart on a low groan that turns into a punchy yell. Her eyes go hazy. Her face slackens.
I have to hold back a roar as I come. I growl, sounding vicious and angry. I’m not, I’m losing my mind because she feels so good. Morgan doesn’t flinch at the harsh noise. My hands close a little tighter around her. My strokes turn jerky and desperate. Then I’m coming down from the orgasm and already wanting more.
I want so much more.
16
Morgan
I’m reeling.
My body is shaking.
My channel is still spasming lightly around his cock, which is still hard. I know he came by the noises he made. By the look in his eyes. It wasn’t only good, it was intense too. I’ve never had a guy look at me like that while he fucked me.
Never.
It was a little disconcerting, but at the same time, it only intensified what I was feeling. “My room,” he growls the words. His voice is deep.
I nod. I should pull away. We can still stop this here. End whatever it is that’s happening between us. This isn’t just sex. I would be an idiot if I tried to tell myself otherwise. That, or a liar…and I’m neither. “My gun,” I say, my voice is croaky. “In the car.”
He nods once and lowers me. Lyre grunts as we come apart. Oh yes! He came, alright. It runs down my inner thighs. Having sex without a condom probably wasn’t the best idea. But I am religious about taking my birth control, so it should be fine.
I open the back door and lean in, grabbing my Glock. I hear Lyre groan behind me. “You have one hell of an ass,” he says.
I smile to myself. Most men find me intimidating. I get the distinct impression that those things are what Lyre admires about me. It’s probably because he feels so comfortable in his own skin. A guy doesn’t get manlier than Lyre. He’s confident but with a softer side. I like him far too much.
I stand and shut the door. Then squeal as Lyre picks me up, holding me in his arms. It feels nice to have someone care for me for a change. To just be able to lean against him and not think.
Taking big, quick strides, he carries me to his bedroom. He deposits me carefully on his bed and then heads into the bathroom. I put the Glock on the bedside table and unstrap my knife sheath and ankle holster, which I put on the table as well. Lyre returns with a warm towel, which he hands to me.
This is typical Lyre, always thinking of others. I wash up as best I can, watching with interest as Lyre goes over to his closet. He has hands-down the best body I have ever seen on a guy. He’s tall and built, with wide shoulders. He turns…his cock is jutting from his body. Then there’s that right there. Whoever said size doesn’t matter lied. They seriously lied. I’ve never come so easily. So thoroughly.
He throws a string of condoms down on the bed next to me. “There’s this saying…” I begin.