Page 76 of No Strings

My hand touches her soft skin, following the contour of her body. I bend down, run my nose along her neck, smelling her like a wild fucking animal she has turned me into. When I get to her jaw I bite on her ear lobe. She lets out the smallest whimper as if I wasn’t meant to hear it.

When my hand reaches her breast, I notice she isn’t wearing a bra. With a growl I ask, “No bra?”

“Didn’t see the point.”

Didn’t see the point?Well, I’ll make her see the point. I remove my hand from her top and grab the collar, pulling it down, exposing her perky tits. All while my other hand keeps hers way above her head.

I lean down and take one of her nipples in my mouth. She shifts her hips. expecting to repeat my action from the other night. But this time, I bite. She screams out but it tapers off into a moan. I give the other breast the same attention. This time she moans but from somewhere deep within her chest, causing my already painfully hard cock, to jerk with the need to feel her tight cunt wrapped around it again. I can feel a little wet spot from where my precum has gathered.

“See the point now?” I ask.

She looks dazed. When she still hasn’t replied, I pinch one of her now pointing nipples. “Yes.” She breathes.

“Good girl.”

This causes Morgan to let out a broken whimper.

I let her pinned arms free and claim her mouth. Her arms quickly wrap around my neck, and when I lift her up by her peachy ass, her legs wrap around my waist. I push her into the wall and start to thrust my hips forward, my cock nudging her clit. She starts to roll her hips, trying to get more. My greedy girl.

Leaning back, her arms slacken their hold on me. We’re both breathless. And as I’m trying to find justification for not doing what my body wants to do, her hands are at my chest and she’s ripping open my flanno. Her hands work their way under the material and up over my shoulders. I’m still in shock that it takes me a minute to realise she is kissing along my jaw.

Her lips ghost past my earlobe. “Fuck me, Rhys.”

“Thought you hated me?”

“I do, but I like your cock. Especially when it’s in me, stretching me, filling me, making me see stars.” She rolls her hips after each point, biting my earlobe.

I’m trying to show restraint. “Princess…”

“Cowboy.”

And that does in my last bit of self-control. I carry her to my room. If I’m going to be fucking her again, it’ll be on my bed.

I throw her onto the bed. She bounces a couple times before settling in the middle. Looking up at me, she smiles.

“Don’t smile at me like that.”

She gets to her knees; her hands find the hem of her shirt, and she slowly raises it up over her body. I watch as the material exposes more flesh, though her eyes never leave me. When her breasts are exposed, I can still see the indent of my teeth on her nipples. I’m oddly proud of my mark on her.

Morgan trails her hands down her body and to the button of her shorts. I snap into action. If anyone is exposing her pussy, it’s me. I approach the bed and wordlessly push the centre of her chest. She gets the hint and lays down.

I leave a trail of kisses down her body, starting with her collarbone, then between the valley of her breasts, working my way down. I kiss just above where her underwear sits,and stand to look at her. She simply nods her approval at my silent question.

I shimmy her shorts off her hips and down her legs, throwing them behind me when they are free. I notice the wet patch on her underwear and smirk.

“Horny, Princess?”

“Yes.” It’s breathy and heavy with lust.

I kiss the spot on her underwear and groan. I can’t wait to taste her again.

Hooking my finger in the band of the underwear I expose her cunt, her freshly shaved cunt.

“For me?”

“For you.”

I groan. She definitely lied to herself, and me, about this being a one time thing. As soon as she is free of her underwear, I bury my face between her legs. I flatten my tongue and lick from her ass to her clit. I’m gifted with a long moan, and my cock jerks in my pants.