Angelica

As I wandered through the campus bookstore, I smoothed down the skirt I was wearing, irritated at the realization that Morgan was right. He had a habit of being right, too, and it drove me nuts. This afternoon, before he’d left the house to go back to the office after lunch, he’d suggested I go up and change outfits since I was going to come to the campus by myself. I’d deliberately picked it in the hopes of tempting him into taking my virginity, and he’d had the nerve to tell me I should change.

Of course I hadn’t switched my outfit, purely out of frustration. I was paying for it because I was damned uncomfortable being out and about in such a revealing skirt. It was why I was ignoring the sound of my cell phone as text after text came through.

“An entire month,” I mumbled to myself, thinking of all the ways Morgan had found to torture me as day after day had passed with my virginity still intact. The stubborn ass got my panties wet with just a look. He could make me come with the barest of touches. I’d touched every inch of his skin with my hands and tasted it with my lips and tongue. He’d done the same to me, giving me too many orgasms to count. And yet, he continued to refuse to give me the ultimate relief no matter how much I begged. “Tenacious bastard.”

“Whoever he is, it sounds like his loss is my gain.” The masculine voice startled me, seemingly coming out of thin air. I swiveled my head, only to find a preppy looking college guy standing to my right.

“Pardon me?”

“I couldn’t help but notice you seem a little peeved. The way you were mumbling, I figured it had to be a boyfriend.” He paused, flashing me a cocky grin. “Maybe an ex?”

“Very much not an ex,” Morgan growled from behind me.

Oh shit. Morgan had hunted me down at the bookstore only to find me standing here while some random college guy tried to flirt with me—probably because I was kind of dressed like a slut. I turned around, and there he was, glaring over my head.

“I thought we were meeting back at the house later?” I asked, hoping to draw his attention my way before he did something stupid like punch the guy. When he lowered his gaze to glower at me, I couldn’t help but regret the shift in his focus.

“I got worried when I couldn’t reach you.” He tugged my phone from my purse, examining the screen before handing it to me. “Which is odd because it doesn’t look like the battery is dead or the ringer is turned off.”

I cringed, knowing he’d caught me ignoring him. “Yeah, about that—”

“Not here,” he cut me off, wrapping one hand around my arm and leading me out of the store and to his car which was parked illegally at the curb.

“You know what you saw in there was perfectly innocent, right?” I asked after he’d pulled out of the parking lot.

“I’m used to dealing with guys trying to flirt with you, Angel,” he growled. “But what I’m not used to dealing with is you going out dressed like that when I’m not with you. I’m also not accustomed to you neglecting to return my texts or calls.”

“How could you get used to it when you almost never let me out of your sight?” I grumbled.

“Look what happens when I do.”

There wasn’t much I could say in my defense, so I crossed my arms and looked out the window during the rest of the drive home.

“What about my car?” I asked as he slammed the front door behind us.

“I’ll make sure your car gets back to the house, but don’t expect to find the keys in your hand anytime soon. Not after the stunt you just pulled.”

“But I thought it was my car, not one you were just letting me use,” I objected.

“I wouldn’t push me right now, Angel,” he warned. “You’ll drive the car again when I say you can and not a moment earlier.”

“You may be my boss, but you’re not the boss of me outside work,” I snapped, surprising myself as the words left my mouth since his assertiveness was one of the things I liked about him. Usually it drove me crazy in a good way, but today not so much. For some reason, I wanted to poke the beast until he lost the control he always seemed to have around me when I so often found none. As his eyes lit and he stalked towards me, I started to wonder how smart of an idea this was even though I had gotten exactly what I thought I had wanted.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” Morgan growled, his gaze traveling down my body and making me feel like I might catch fire from the heat in his stare.

He didn’t stop when he reached me. Instead he just kept moving until he’d backed me against the wall. Caging me in as he rested his hands on either side of my head, his eyes locked on mine. There was a hint of pain in their depths and I shook my head in denial because that wasn’t what I had been trying to accomplish.

“Seems like I’ve let you get away with too much, but don’t let that fool you,” he warned. “I haven’t taken you yet because you weren’t ready for what’s gonna happen when I get you under me.”

My nipples puckered and goosebumps broke out on my skin at the heated promise in his tone. “I’m beyond ready for you, Morgan,” I whispered, rubbing against him in an effort to get even closer, needing him to finally lose control and take me.

He nodded his head, nostrils flared and eyes heated, before he lifted me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I giggled helplessly while grabbing onto his belt as he stalked up the stairs and into his bedroom. Our bedroom, I corrected myself since he’d moved me into his room.

He tossed me down on the mattress and gripped one of my ankles when I bounced. His eyes were locked on mine as he stripped my shoes and skirt from my body. I watched helplessly when he tugged his shirt over his head and followed suit when he jerked his chin at my upper body. By the time I had my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor, he was completely naked with a hand wrapped around my back to unclasp my bra. I was down to my panties only when he slid his cock against me, making me moan at the incredible feeling.

He pressed his body down on mine, trapping me beneath him with his arms braced on the mattress a couple inches to either side of my head. “Promise me you won’t ever ignore me again like that, Angel.”

“I promise,” I whispered, knowing I’d do anything to keep from hurting him. “But please, I’m begging you, take me and make me yours.”

“You think you aren’t already mine?” he answered with a strangled laugh. “That’s not why I’ve waited to take you, Angel. You’ve been mine from the moment you climbed into my lap.”

I slid my hands up his chest and parted my legs, wrapping them around his hips until he was nestled between my thighs. His cock rested against my pussy, the damp material of my panties the only barrier between us.

“Then show me exactly how much I’m yours.”

“Angel,” he sighed, his breath hot against my lips before his mouth captured mine. He devoured me, head slanted as his tongue swept inside and staked his claim. I shuddered at the feel of his hand when it slid down my side, stopping to stroke my breast before moving down to my hip. When he yanked on the waistband of my panties, they pulled tight and snapped under the pressure, giving him access to my pussy when his hand moved between us. He pushed the useless material to the side and drove a finger into me, quickly followed by a second. He rotated his hand and scissored his fingers, stretching me. Getting me ready for what was coming next. I got even wetter at the thought.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you Angel?”

“So ready,” I moaned.

When his cock nudged at my entrance, I tensed up, feeling a moment of fear even though this was something I knew I wanted. “I’ve got you, Angel. It’s only supposed to hurt at the beginning, and then I’ll more than make it up to you.”

Thinking of all the pleasure he’d already given me with his mouth and hands, I relaxed slightly. “I know you will.”

He held still for another moment, his eyes locked on mine before he surged forward, sliding his cock deep into me. My eyes watered from the pain, and I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out.

“Shhhh, Angel,” he murmured, holding still and giving me time to adjust to the feel of him inside me. It felt like he was splitting me in two.

“You’re so big,” I groaned.

“Fuck, Angel. You can’t say shit like that to me when I’m in your tight little pussy for the first time,” he moaned. “I’m trying my best not to hurt you when all I want to do is fuck you hard.”

I moved a little, swiveling my hips and testing to see how much it hurt. I was surprised to find the sting of pain was gone, replaced with an aching need to be filled by him. “Take me however you want, Morgan. I’m yours.”

“Damn straight you’re mine.” He began to move inside me, slowly pumping his hips with shallow thrusts.

“More,” I groaned against his lips.

“Gotta be careful not to hurt you because I swear you’re gonna take my cock every day from now on until I die.”

My pussy got wetter at his vow, offering less resistance when he slid back inside. He reached down and pulled my thighs wider so he could go deeper. I moved my hips in rhythm with his, relishing the sound of the headboard as it hit the wall. “You’re doing so good, Angel. Taking my cock like you’re made for me.”

Morgan powered into me, harder and deeper. With each thrust, the tension inside me built higher until my toes were curled into the mattress and my nails were digging into his back.

“Come for me, Angel,” he murmured in my ear, his thumb pressed against my clit while he swiveled his hips.

“Morgan!” I screamed. My pussy clenched around his cock as my orgasm rocked through me. My body shuddering beneath his, Morgan thrust deep a couple more times before groaning in my ear. I felt his cock jerk and then a spurt of heat as he came inside me.

“Crap,” I hissed. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

And I wasn’t on birth control.