Page 73 of Unleashed

“I want?—”

“Stay,” he growled, cutting me off.

I swallowed hard and obeyed, a strange thrill coursing through me at his dominance. I wasn’t used to this—being told what to do—but something about it made my skin tingle with anticipation. I spread my legs wider as he demanded, my body trembling.

His hand slid between my thighs, his fingers finding my clit with practiced ease. He rubbed it in slow circles while his thumb teased my entrance, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me. I moaned, arching my back as he pushed me closer to the brink.

“Michael, please…” I panted, my hands bracing against the wall.

In response, he slipped his thumb inside me, the pressure just enough to send me spiraling into an orgasm. My body clenched around nothing, and I cried out as waves of pleasure washed over me.

Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around and lifted me, his hands gripping my thighs as he pinned me against the door. In one swift motion, he was inside me again. I gasped,wrapping my arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as he pounded into me with reckless abandon.

“You smell so fucking good,” he murmured against my neck, his breath hot on my skin. “What would it be like to wake up next to you?”

I didn’t answer, too lost in the sensation of him filling me over and over. His lips found my neck, and he sucked hard, leaving marks that I knew I’d see later, but I didn’t care. All I cared about was the fire building inside me again.

“Morgan,” he groaned, his voice rough with need. “Where the hell have you been?”

“I don’t understand,” I managed to say between gasps.

“You’ve been out there, and I didn’t even know it.”

His words didn’t register fully because just then, another orgasm slammed into me, leaving me breathless as I clung to him.

Michael growled, his pace unrelenting as he carried me down the hallway to his bedroom without breaking our connection. My legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist, and I slumped against his shoulder as he moved, my mind hazy with pleasure.

When he set me on my feet, he finally pulled out, leaving me aching and trembling.

“Get undressed,” he ordered, his eyes dark with desire. “I want to see you.”

I stood frozen for a moment, watching as he stripped off the rest of his clothes. My gaze traveled down his body—every cut muscle, every inch of his tanned skin—and my mouth went dry when I saw him fully naked. His long, hard cock stood proudly, glistening with my wetness through the condom.

“Do I have to undress you myself?” His voice was sharp, pulling me from my stupor.

“Huh?” I blinked, dazed, as he stepped forward and yanked down the zipper on my skirt. It slid to the floor in a heap. Hepushed my blouse off my shoulders, leaving me bare except for my bra, which he unclasped with one flick of his wrist.

“On the bed, ass in the air,” he said, his voice rough with need.

“I don’t do that,” I blurted out, alarmed.

He raised a brow, amused. “You don’t have sex?”

“I don’t do anal,” I clarified, my voice trembling.

He chuckled. “Neither do I. My thing is you, Morgan. Now, get on the bed.”

Relief washed over me, and I obeyed, climbing onto the bed and positioning myself on my hands and knees. Michael was behind me in an instant, sliding back inside me in one hard thrust. I cried out, gripping the sheets as he grabbed my hips and began to pound into me with a force that left me breathless.

His hand found my clit again, rubbing it in quick, firm circles. I tried to push his hand away, but he held me steady, driving me toward the edge once more. The pleasure built rapidly, and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

“Now, Morgan,” he growled, his voice strained.

“I’m not there yet,” I gasped.

“Come with me,” he demanded, his movements becoming more urgent.

I didn’t think I could, but as he increased the pressure on my clit, my body betrayed me, and I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me as Michael groaned, his release coming right after mine. He buried himself deep inside me, grunting with each pulse.

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