Page 85 of No Strings
I swear I could come in my jeans like I was a teenager again.
Morgan places her hands on my chest, and I stop, fuck I went too far. But then her hands move, finding the button of my pants and popping them open. She shifts back enough to allow my cock free of its denim prison. I groan at the relief,but then gasp when her slim finger wraps around the base and slowly pulls up.
She repeats the motion. I watch her, watch her hand.
“Morgan.” I hum. Her blue gaze meets my green.
Again, a mischievous glint shines in her eyes, she rises and shimmies out of her pants, leaving her underwear on, then she’s back to somewhat straddling me.
“What are you thinking?”
She doesn’t respond. Just shifts her panties to one side and slides herself down my cock.
We both groan the deeper I get but with the small space I can’t fill her completely. Not that I think she’d mind, her eyes are crossing in her head, she lifts herself and drops even lower.
She huffs when she can’t get deeper, so maybe she does want more.
Holding onto her ass, I kick open the door and awkwardly step out. I leave her impaled on my cock as I walk to the front of the buggy.
Placing her on the hood, I lean her back and spread her legs. I look down where we are joined, the head of my cock is still in her tight pussy.
“Fuck me, Cowboy.”
“Ask nicely.” I tease.
“Please, Rhys, won’t you fuck me?”
Fuck she’s gotten brave with telling me what she wants.
One of my hands is by her head while the other holds onto the hip. Remembering the way her cunt choked my cock when I spat on her clit, a wicked smirk dances over my lips. I gather the salvia and spit onto her pussy. She closes her eyes and groans.
I take this moment to bury myself deep inside her with one solid thrust.
She screams out as her walls stretch to accommodate me. They pulse and quiver around my length.
I hate the way her underwear sits on her while I try to fuck her. So, while still buried in her, I rip them off.
“You have to stop ripping my underwear.”
I don’t reply, because I don’t. I should stop, but I won’t. Maybe she should just never wear underwear. Maybe I will suggest that, but not now. I start to seesaw my hips back and forth, allowing my cock and my piercing to rub along her nerves.
Her hands clasp onto my forearms, nails biting into my skin. She’s holding on while moaning my name. “Rhys, please. More.”
I lean over her body, and fuck her into the hood of the buggy. I claim her lips in a kiss. Not claiming, not possessive, just what it is, a kiss.
She breaks the kiss, panting. “Yes, fuck yes.”
I continue to thrust, as her orgasm nears.
“Come Princess, let the world hear how pretty you sound when you come apart.”
And she does. The walls of her cunt squeeze my cock; her body stills and her muscles contract. I place my thumb over her clit and circle and she cries out, coming like the good girl she is.
I work her through it in slow measured thrusts. And she is sated relaxing into the car. I again pick up the pace, using her body for my pleasure.
Once my balls start to draw up with my impending release, I withdraw from her clinging body, and fistmy cock, I look down watching my hand move up and down. Then Morgan is in my line of sight.
On her knees, in front of me.
