Page 81 of Unleashed

I doubled down, working him harder, feeling his hips start to thrust up slightly, instinct taking over. His breathing grew ragged, the muscles in his thighs tightening beneath my touch.

“Morgan,” he gasped, “I’m gonna come.”

I didn’t stop. I wanted it. All of it. His release, his pleasure—everything. A guttural moan escaped him as he came, his cum spilling into my mouth in thick, hot ropes. I swallowed it all, determined to take every last drop, fighting the urge to gag as he pulsed in my throat. When he was finally spent, his grip loosened on my hair, and he slumped back against the headboard, breathing heavily.

I wiped the corner of my mouth and grinned up at him. “As soon as I regain my composure,” he panted, “it’s your turn.”

I crawled up beside him, curling my body against his. “No need to return the favor,” I whispered. “I’d rather you fuck me.”

He chuckled, his hand moving up to cup my breast. “And I’d rather get the full effect of what I tasted on my fingers earlier.”

His head dipped, his lips capturing one of my nipples, and I groaned, holding his head to my chest. His free hand slid down my stomach, finding the wetness between my thighs. Two fingers slipped inside me, spreading me wide as he thumbed my clit.

“Michael,” I gasped, arching against him.

He hummed against my skin. “Tell me what you want.”

“Fuck me,” I whimpered, desperate now.

“That’s not the right answer,” he teased, his fingers thrusting deeper.

“But that’s what I want!” I moaned, the pressure building unbearably inside me.

Just as I teetered on the edge, he stopped, pulling his fingers from me. I let out a frustrated whine, reaching down to finish what he’d started, but he slapped my hand away with a playful smirk.

“No,” he said darkly. “You already got yourself off once. Now it’s my turn.”

“I was so close,” I whimpered.

He grinned wickedly. “And you’ll be close again. Maybe this time I’ll let you go over the edge.”

Before I could respond, he slid down my body, positioning himself between my thighs, mirroring the position I had been in earlier. What he did next left me utterly unprepared. His tongue moved with precision and skill, licking, sucking, and teasing me until I was a trembling, writhing mess beneath him. He edged me over and over, building me up only to pull back just when I thought I’d explode.

By the time he finally let me come, my orgasm tore through me like wildfire, burning so hot it was almost painful. My body convulsed as wave after wave of pleasure wracked me, leaving me breathless and trembling.

When it was over, I collapsed against the bed, spent and utterly satisfied. The sun was sinking in the sky, and when I glanced at the clock, it was nearing 5 p.m.

My dinner with Slade was scheduled for six, but there was no way I’d make it after what Michael had just put me through.

As if sensing my thoughts, Michael pulled me into his arms, his lips brushing my temple. “Don’t you have a thing tonight?” he murmured.

“I don’t think I’m making my thing,” I whispered, still dazed.

“Do you need to call someone?”

I sighed, curling against his chest. “I can text my friend. Where’s my purse?”

“On the counter in the kitchen,” he replied, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my back. “I can get it for you.”

“Not yet,” I murmured. “Just hold me for a bit.”

His arms tightened around me. “Gladly. Still want to fuck?”

I smiled, eyes fluttering closed. “I don’t have the energy.”

“But you’re satisfied?” he asked softly.

I nodded, sinking deeper into his embrace. “More than satisfied. Thank you.”

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