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“I want you coming on my cock… Not on my fingers or my face. I want all of you. Your orgasms, your happiness… Your health.” He slams into me and I scream into the mattress, shaking my head side by side as my body acclimates to his size.

Fuck, that stretch.

I whimper and tremble as he speeds up, feeling his fist wrap about my hair and pulling my head back. “Fuck, how do you feel so good? You’re so wet for me. You love my cock, don’t you, baby?”

I nod and cough, choking on my spit as he starts circling my clit with his other hand. “Yes!”

He hums and leans down to press his lips to my ear as he slows down, rolling his hips and hitting me so deep. “How much? How much do you love being impaled on my cock? Do you need to come?”

I croak out a noncommittal noise and he slaps my ass.

“Speak up.”

I clear my throat and push back, needing him to go faster. “I love it. I love your cock.”

He wraps his hand around the front of my neck and starts back up his harsh, fast pace. I’m mindless, floating in the ether. Am I even real? Is this?

He groans and his hand squeezes around my throat, closing off my windpipe. Damn, I’ve never done anything like this before. Has he always been like this?

What’s next? Whips and chains?

He pinches my clit and I go off like a firework. Literally. All I see are flashes of lights and stars. I can barely feel my body and I think I’m crying, I can feel tears running down my face as my pussy and body convulse around him.

I hear a faraway groan and then I feel hot water cascading down onto me.

I blink open my eyes and find Morgan blinking down at me with a small smile on his face. “So?”

I frown and glance around. I guess he brought me into his shower. It’s light and bright in here, white marble everywhere. Much fancier than my bathroom, that’s for sure.

“What?”

He kisses my forehead and sets me down on my feet before he grabs a clear bottle and begins to wash my hair with the thick, soapy liquid. “I’ve never really been able to experiment before.”

I frown and glance at him over my shoulder, tilting my head at him. “You were married for eleven years, and before that…”

He winces and licks his lips before glancing away.

“I had some girlfriends in high school and college. Every time I tried anything remotely close to what we did, they would freak out. And sex with Brittany…” He snorts and shakes his head.

“It was always quick. She wouldn’t shut the fuck up and would scream as loud as she could for no damn reason, it’s a wonder I even got off.

She just laid there, and didn't want to ever try any positions. I tried gagging her and she cried.”

I cough and bite down on my tongue. Do I really want to hear this?

“And the puck bunnies, I was always drunk off my ass. I was young and dumb, it was mindless, just a release after a game.”

I clear my throat and begin to wash off my body with his body wash. “Uh, okay.”

He snorts and pats my head. “And you?”

My brows furrow and I shrug. “My experiences have all been pretty vanilla. I didn’t mind what you did though. I wasn’t afraid. I’m sure I’ll have some sort of mini freak out tomorrow, but that felt amazing. It’s always amazing.”

He hums and we rinse off before stepping out onto a thick rug.

He wraps me up in a towel and carries me back to his bed before swaddling me up in his sheet and blanket.

“Good.” He kisses my nose and wraps his arms around me, pulling me to his chest. “It’s all about trust…

I have a box of shit I’ve ordered over the years and never used. ”

I chuckle under my breath and roll over so that I can look him in the eye. “And it’s what you’re really into?”

He nods, sheepishly smiling at me before moving his gaze away.

“Okay.”

He presses his lips to mine and breathes me in. “How did I get so lucky?”

I snort and relax my head on his shoulder.

“I’m the lucky one. You and your girls are incredible.

You’re so damn caring and kind… you didn’t even know Mackenzie and you let her come here to heal, no questions asked.

You had your lawyer send a PI to my foster mom to gather information to help me.

Your attorney is going to help me through this, you guys have already done so much.

You’re helping me heal. I will never be able to thank you. ”

He sighs and kisses my wet hair. “You should come with a warning sign.”

I frown and glance up at his face and he chuckles, his chest vibrating against my side.

“When I first met you, I thought you were lost or an annoying college solicitor or something. Then you said you were here from Lindahl’s.

My stomach dropped into my ass. Here’s this gorgeous woman who looks barely a day over twenty-one, hot as hell, and here to take care of my kids.

I had no idea if you were a puck bunny, here for the money, or if you had any experience with children at all.

Especially with a toddler and a pre-teen.

“Then those stormy gray eyes locked onto mine and you put me in my place. I knew right then you were perfect for us. I had to have you, moved you in right then and there. I had to hold myself back from fucking you against my desk when we talked the first time.”

I snort and shake my head. “You were such a dick, there’s no way you wanted me then.”

He sighs and rubs a hand down my back. “I did. No bullshit. There’s just something about you.

You’re gorgeous, young, but your eyes are so damn wise - wise beyond your years, that’s for sure.

You’re so damn intelligent, loving. My girls were enamored with you within seconds.

” He pulls down the sheet and blanket so that his hand rests against my naked back before he starts to rub my muscles with his strong, skilled fingers.

I hum and close my eyes. “Make sure to grab our clothes.”

He kisses my forehead and I fall asleep before I hear his reply.