Page 61 of Pretend

“Tell me what you want,” Morgan whispered against his lips.

“I want you to take it in your mouth,” Eric said with a groan as he kept moving her hand over his cock.

She’d never done anything like this before, but she wanted to do it for him. Brushing her lips against his one last time, Morgan broke off the kiss and took her time kissing her way down his body as her hand slowly stroked him as she went and when she reached the large tip, she slowly exhaled as she turned her head and-

“Fuck!”

-tore a groan from Eric when she kissed the tip. His reaction had her opening her mouth and slowly taking it between her lips, unable to help but moan as pleasure tore through her body. She never knew that doing something like this could feel this good. Moaning, Morgan ran her tongue over the tip, earning another groan before she released him from her mouth so that she could press kisses along the underside of his cock, curious to see how he would react when she kissed the spot just below the tip and-

“Oh, fuck…”

Smiling, Morgan took her time kissing her way along the curve until she reached the base and then found herself licking a path back up to the tip, eager to take him back in her mouth. Hoping that she was doing this right, Morgan slowly took the large tip in her mouth, unable to help but moan as she pulled back, the move causing her tongue to caress the tip. Eric moaned her name when she slowly took him back in her mouth with a moan, and then slowly took in several inches of his cock, wondering if all men were this thick as she pulled her mouth back. Moaning, she began moving her mouth over him as she teased the underside with her tongue, encouraged by Eric’s groans.

“You have no fucking idea how good that feels, baby girl,” Eric moaned as his hand found her breast, gently squeezing it before he ran his palm over her nipple and took it between his fingers, teasing it.

When she felt Eric’s other hand move between her legs, Morgan spread her legs apart only to moan around him, earning a groan when she felt his fingertips slide between her lips and found her clit. He gently teased it in circular motions, making her ache and leaving her feeling empty. She shifted, needing more and Eric seemed to know what she needed. He slid a finger inside her and gently thrust, making her groan as she continued moving her mouth over him.

For several minutes, Morgan knelt over him, losing herself to his touch as she continued moving her mouth over him, moaning when he slid a finger inside of her. She felt herself getting wetter as he took his time, slowly thrusting his finger inside her. It felt so good, but she needed more. She pulled her mouth back, only to pause and gently suckle on the tip before pulling her mouth free. Before she had a chance to sit up, Eric was pulling his hand free and climbing onto his knees as he reached for her.

In a matter of seconds, he was kneeling behind her and-

“Oh, God…”

-had her moaning into the bed when she felt him rub the tip of his cock against her slit. When she felt Eric pushing inside her, Morgan moaned and her hands fisted in the sheets as he slowly filled her. His hands found her hips as he moved, taking her in slow thrusts that had her licking her lips only to gasp his name when he alternated between long and shallow thrusts.

“You feel so fucking good, baby girl,” Eric groaned as he filled her, stretching her with every stroke.

Moaning, Morgan shifted her weight onto one arm as she reached between her legs and found her clit. She rubbed her fingertips over it in teasing circles, licking her lips when her fingertips came in contact with the large cock sliding inside her. Eric groaned when she slid her fingers down so that the next time he slid inside her, her fingers were caressing the underside of his cock. She loved the way it felt when he filled her, but she loved the way that it felt when he slid inside of her more.

Never knew that it could feel this good, never knew that it was possible, and as Morgan dropped her forehead against the comforter, she found herself wondering if it would be like this with another man, only to push that thought away before it broke her, already knowing that it would never be this good with anyone else.

CHAPTER33

He should have known that he couldn’t trust her, Eric thought, watching as the small woman that he fucking adored betrayed him.

“Don’t you want something yummy to eat?” Morgan asked in a cooing voice as she gave the small plate with what looked like tuna fish a gentle shake, only to follow that up with a hopeful, “Kitty?” when nothing happened.

Eric didn’t say anything, but then again, he didn’t have to, not when Morgan decided to give up trying to lure the little bastard that was out for blood out from underneath the porch and placed the plate on the ground before she stood up with a sigh and-

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Morgan said with a hopeful smile.

“It looks like you’re betraying me,” Eric drawled, watching as she struggled to bite back a wince.

That was followed by clearing her throat, shifting, and pushing her glasses back up her nose, and finally, mumbling, “Okay, it might be exactly what it looks like.”

“And is there a reason why you’re betraying me?” Eric asked, running his eyes over the incredibly beautiful woman that he’d loved more than anything, taking in everything from her long, beautiful brown hair pulled up into a messy bun to the white summer dress that accentuated every incredible curve of her body.

“Probably,” Morgan said, nodding solemnly before clearing her throat and going for another hopeful smile. “Was there something that you needed?”

“Besides a divorce?” Eric drawled, watching as she went back to worrying her bottom lip between her teeth as her gaze was drawn back to that porch and…

Clearing her throat, Morgan said, “Yes?”

“I wanted to get a look at your sketches,” he said, watching as her expression turned calculating.

“For…”

“To see what you came up with,” Eric said, watching as Morgan slowly nodded.

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