I’m still inside her. I’m not ready to pull out just yet.

Morgan is gazing up at me with those inviting brown eyes of hers, a smile edging her lips.

And I just have to kiss her again. So, I do.

I brush my lips over hers.

I only intend for the kiss to be brief. But it quickly turns molten. I can’t seem to get enough of her. One taste is not enough.

I wonder if anything will ever be enough with her.

Usually, when I’m with a woman, I’m getting ready to head out the door by now.

Barring the fact that I brought Morgan to my room, the only place I plan on going is down. On her.

I slip out of her body. I rise up onto my knees, remove the condom, and toss it in the trash can.

My hands land on her knees. I push her legs apart, and they spread willingly.

I run a finger through her short patch of hair and into the lips of her pussy, and she whimpers.

“You’re wet for me again.” I take my finger into my mouth and suck her from it.

Her lips part on a gasp, and I like that I can shock her.

Fuck, she tastes good.

Exactly like a pussy is supposed to.

I lower myself onto her body. Her pussy is wet against my abs. I take her nipple into my mouth. She cries out my name.

I spend my time alternating between her breasts, licking and sucking, until she’s mindless and writhing beneath me, her hips seeking out pressure from my body.

“Wilder…I need…”

I lift my eyes to hers. “What, sweetheart? What do you need?”

There’s nothing hotter than a woman telling me what she wants me to do to her. And to have Morgan tell me? Way fucking hotter.

Her eyes are lit, but there’s a shimmer of embarrassment, too. I’m digging this shy side of her.

“Tell me,” I rasp out. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lower my head and scrape my teeth over her nipple.

Her body shudders beneath me.

“Your mouth.”

“Where?” I circle her nipple with my tongue.

“On my…pussy.”

Fuck yeah.

I kiss my way down her body, settling between her legs. I run my nose between the lips of her pussy. The tiny, coarse hair tickles my skin as I breathe her scent in.

Then, I circle her clit with my tongue.

Her hips come up off the bed on a cry.

I put her legs over my shoulders and band my arm over her stomach, holding her down. I bury my face in her pussy.

I lick and suck the most sensitive part of her body, teasing with grazes of my teeth.

When my finger pushes inside, she becomes shameless and starts riding my finger and my face.

And I fucking love it.

Her hands are gripping my hair to the point of pain, but I don’t care.

My cock is rock hard again. Desperate to be where my finger is.

But he’ll have to wait. I’m not fucking her until I get her where I want her to be—coming against my mouth.

I pull my finger out and push my tongue inside her, fucking her with it.

“Oh my Jesus.” Her voice trembles.

I pull my tongue out and slip two fingers inside her at the exact same time as I suck her clit into my mouth.

Her body goes rigid. Her heels dig into my back. Then, she goes off like a rocket. Yelling out my name along with a bunch of obscenities.

I keep with her right until the end, until she’s squirming against me.

I lift my head, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand.

Morgan looks sated, happy, lying there as she comes down from her orgasm.

For some reason, I find myself committing the image of her like this to my memory.

“That was…wow…you’re really good at that.” She laughs softly.

I quirk a brow. “I’m good at a lot of things.”

Rising up, I lean over and grab another condom from my wallet. I slide it on. Then, I wrap my hand around my shaft and slowly jack my cock once, twice.

Her wide, lusty eyes follow the movement.

“What do you want now, Morgan?” I ask, my voice gravelly.

“You,” she says.

I lean over and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck, bringing me closer, kissing me harder.

I easily slide inside her. She’s so slick and hot and ready for me.

I go at a slow pace to begin with, and not once do I stop kissing her.

But then need takes over, and I rise up onto my hands. Staring down at her, I start thrusting harder and faster. I’m pushing her up the bed with every surge of my cock, her tits bouncing with the movement.

Her legs come up around my hips, gripping me to her. And I can’t take my eyes off her.

Her hand slides up around my neck, cupping it, and she brings me back to her lips, kissing me. She sucks on my tongue, and I feel it—the heat down my spine, telling me I’m close to coming.

“Morgan…” I groan.

“Yes…that’s it, Wilder…right there…”

A strangled cry leaves her lips, her legs locking tighter around me, her pussy squeezing my cock like a vise, and I explode inside her, groaning loud enough to wake the dead.

Like I give a shit.

I’m inside the most beautiful woman in the world, and I’ve just come inside her twice in a very short space of time.

Life is good.

No, it’s fucking awesome.