Page 66 of Unleashed

Michael chuckled and turned on the radio as we hit traffic. The slow crawl gave me a chance to fall asleep, and I woke to thegentle touch of his knuckles brushing my cheek as we neared the city.

“I’m sorry I fell asleep,” I said, rubbing my eyes.

“I forgive you,” Michael said softly. “You had a long day.”

“I’ll never drink that much again,” I promised.

“Please make sure you don’t,” he replied.

“Is that an order?” I asked with a hint of teasing.

“Only if you want it to be,” he said, his gaze intense. “Promise we’ll have brunch tomorrow.”

“I promise.

He pulled up to my building and leaned in for a kiss. I gave him a quick peck on the lips because if I lingered, I wasn’t sure where it would lead.

“Thank you for today,” I said as I slipped out of the car.

“Tomorrow, Morgan, 11 a.m. Don’t drink too much tonight or stay up too late.”

I sighed but turned and walked inside the building.

I struggledto catch my breath as Slade's hands roamed across my body, his touch igniting every nerve. Our dinner had barely ended before we found ourselves on the couch at my place. His erection pressed insistently against my belly as I straddled him, his hands tangled in my hair, gently tugging. Each bite he delivered to my nipples through my t-shirt sent shockwaves of pleasure straight to my core.

“Slade,” I panted, my voice trembling.

“I need to fuck you right now,” he growled, his voice raw with urgency. “A week apart has been too long.”

I moved back, fumbling with the belt of his shorts, my fingers desperate as they clawed at the zipper. My need for him matchedhis own. When I finally freed him from his shorts and boxers, he helped me slide them off his legs. I got on my knees, my hands wrapping around his cock before I took the head in my mouth.

“Oh fuck!” he howled, his voice strained with pleasure. “That feels so good.”

“Better than my pussy?” I teased, my voice muffled around him.

“Nothing is better,” he gasped. “But I don’t want your mouth right now. Come back up here.”

I continued to suck him until he gently pushed me away and helped me back up. Slade pulled down my white terry shorts and panties, waiting for me to step out of them before guiding me back onto his lap. He latched onto my mouth with a fervent kiss as he pressed his tip against my swollen clit, sliding his cock along me. The minimal stimulation was enough to make me explode in seconds.

I tore my mouth from his, my head thrown back in a moan of his name as the waves of pleasure crashed over me. I shook my head, urging him to stop as his movements became too intense, my clit hypersensitive.

“Sit on me,” he demanded, his voice laced with desire.

I glanced at him, his eyes glazed and fervent. “You can’t move yet; it’ll hurt.”

“I just want to be inside you,” he said, his voice filled with a longing that softened his gaze. “We can wait.”

His reassurance settled me. I raised up on my haunches, positioning him at my soaked entrance, and slowly sank down until I was seated on his lap. He stretched me, his fullness making me reflexively clench around him.

“Shit, Morgan, don’t do that,” he groaned.

I leaned into him, tucking my head against his neck, inhaling his citrusy cologne. The familiar scent grounded me, and I realized how much I had missed him. Minutes later, we beganto rock together. Slade reached between us, his thumb pressing against my clit, rubbing gently.

“I love you,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

The words caught in my throat. I wasn’t ready to reciprocate, and I wasn’t sure I ever would be. I knew I was giving him hope by agreeing to meet, but I had never promised him anything. His hands cupped my ass, and his upward thrusts distracted me from my swirling thoughts.

My insides were ablaze, teetering on the edge of my second orgasm. Two more circles of his finger, and I shattered like glass. Slade followed seconds later, his grunts muffled as he held my hips and filled me with his warmth.

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