Angelica

Living and working with Morgan had been a lesson in torture. Seeing him day in and day out evoked feelings in me I wasn’t familiar with. I’d begun dreaming about him night after night—hot and dirty fantasies of Morgan taking my virginity and giving me orgasm after orgasm. For about a week, I’d been waking up panting, my heart racing and my panties drenched. And quite often with my hand down those panties.

This morning was no different. My head was filled with all the images from my dreams last night as my finger frantically circled my clit. It wasn’t going to take much to send me over the edge. I’d already been so close when I woke up.

My legs had just started to tremble when there was a sharp rap on my door. I whipped my hand out of my panties, but I wasn’t quick enough. My eyes flew up to Morgan’s knowing gaze. I’d been busted masturbating to thoughts of him first thing in the morning. I would have been mortified if he wasn’t stalking my way with a determined gleam in his eyes as he knelt on the bed and climbed over me.

“You need to come?” he purred, his fingers wrapped around my wrist, holding my hand away from my pussy. “You do it on some part of my body. My fingers, my tongue or my cock. Your pick.”

“We haven’t even done anything yet,” I practically whined.

“When I finally sink my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours, it’ll only be once I know you won’t regret it afterward. You’ll be with me all the way and enjoying every second of it,” he explained.

The promise in his voice made it crystal clear that he meant every word of what he’d just said. Although Morgan kept me away from the dancers for the most part, I’d heard talk at the club about what he’d been like before I came along. Apparently, he used to have quite the revolving door to his bed, but I hadn’t seen any evidence of it since I’d been around. No dinners out with other women or whispered conversations. His attention was focused solely on me and he hadn’t gotten a single thing out of it yet.

Knowing he was willing to wait so long without pressuring me made me wish I was ready, but there was a part of me that wasn’t. It was hard to understand what Morgan saw in me—what set me apart from all the other women he’d been with before we met. The doubts had faded over the last month but they hadn’t disappeared altogether. “I think I’m almost there.”

His lips tilted in a smug grin. “I’m glad to hear it, but I’m not gonna let you go in need while you figure this shit out. Not when I can do something about it.”

“Like what?” I gulped.

“I’m going to give you the best orgasm of your life,” he promised.

“But no sex?” I asked disbelievingly, stunned that he was offering to make me come without taking me.

“That’s why I’m gonna have you keep your panties on,” he breathed into my ear. “I need that visible barrier to remind me now’s not the time to take your cherry. But don’t worry baby, I’ll make it good for you.”

His body pressed me into the mattress as he captured my lips in a punishing kiss, his tongue tangling with mine. I groaned into his mouth and tugged on his shirt so I could run my fingers over his warm skin. Morgan broke the kiss and let me drag his shirt over his head. When I saw those tight, flexing muscles, all I wanted to do was lick my way along their ridges. Before I had a chance, he slid lower down my body and tugged my shirt up until his tongue was able to flick over my nipple.

“Morgan,” I moaned, gripping his hair in an effort to pull him closer.

“Your tits taste so fucking good,” he murmured. “For weeks, I’ve watched other men as they’ve practically licked their lips staring at these, wanting to be where I am right now. But they’ll never get the chance because they’re mine. Aren’t they?”

“Yes,” I hissed when he sucked my puckered nipple into his mouth, tugging until it hit the roof of his mouth. I felt each pull deep in my belly, making my pussy grow wetter with each tug. Before long, my legs parted and hugged his hips.

“Spread them as far as you can,” he instructed, one hand gripping my knee and squeezing. “Show me how much you want me.”

His heated gaze flared even hotter when I let my legs fall open until I was spread-eagle on the bed with the silky material from my drenched panties stretched tautly against my damp flesh. His eyes dropped lower and his lips tilted into a satisfied smirk before he traced his fingertips over my pussy. His touch was light at first, but it still made my hips jerk in response. It was so much sexier than when I touched myself, without knowing exactly what was going to come next.

“Please, Morgan,” I whimpered.

He dropped down to his knees between my spread legs and gripped my hip with one hand while the other inched the gusset of my panties to the side. I watched raptly as his head lowered, my eyes finally squeezing shut when his tongue delved between my pussy lips and then swiped upward to stroke my clit.

“Holy crap,” I gasped. He chuckled lightly, his hot breath against my skin. It felt good, but I wanted his mouth back on me. And I wanted it now. I reached down and threaded my fingers through his hair, tugging lightly as my hips lifted off the mattress.

“My Angel tastes so damn good,” he whispered before demonstrating exactly how much he enjoyed eating me out. He lapped at me, tormenting me by focusing his attention on my clit until I was close to coming. Then, each time I was right at the edge, he moved down to thrust his tongue into my pussy. By the time I was tightening around his tongue, he had switched back to my clit. It felt like he’d been doing this on repeat for hours by the time I begged him to let me come.

“Please, Morgan. I don’t think I can take much more.”

He lifted his head, making me look down as I whimpered. “I guess I’d better not make you wait any longer.”

He held my gaze as he thrust a finger inside my pussy and circled my clit with his tongue. My legs tightened in response and my fingers clenched harder in his hair. When my hips jerked forward, he sucked my clit into his mouth and tugged, keeping his eyes on mine all the while. And then I splintered apart, screaming his name while I climaxed all over his hand and face. After one final lick, he pulled away from my pussy.

“That’s what I call breakfast,” he murmured. “Now that I’ve had a taste of your sweet pussy, I want to start all my mornings the same way.”

“Morgan,” I gasped, dropping my gaze from his.

“You’re always beautiful when you blush, but getting to see it sweep across all your pale skin is the best sight I’ve ever seen.” He dropped a quick kiss on the inside of my thigh before climbing off the mattress. “I think I’ll have to make sure to whisper dirty things in your ear at the charity gala tonight so I can see that pretty pink color against the green silk of the dress you’re going to wear.”

I jumped out of bed and tugged on my shirt until it was covering my legs. “You’re taking me to a gala? Tonight?”

“Of course I am, Angel. Who else would I bring as my date?”

Who else indeed?