Page 18 of His Plaything (Slade, Inc.)

Chapter Fifteen

Connor felt if he didn't get his release soon, he was going to scream. Yes, Morgan. Get that ass in position. It meant something to him that she wanted him, too. Her nervous movements were only making his dick want her more.

He knew she would have been more comfortable in his office with the door closed, but that was the point, wasn't it? Maybe he was too cocky or used to his surroundings, but he didn't really care if anyone caught them. Actually, he might like it. For Morgan's sake, though, he wanted this to come to a finish quickly. Connor liked her on edge, but he didn't want her to hate him for it.

"Higher." He stroked his dick as she turned and looked at him with her beautiful brown eyes. They were almost doe-like.

With her skirt now bunched around her waist, Morgan crawled up one more step. She leaned forward, resting her arms on a step two up from her knees. Connor stepped to her, kneeling on the step just under her. With his feet braced on the floor, he reached forward, leaning onto her back. He ruthlessly pulled her blouse open. She moaned at the sudden exposure. This had a crooked smile lifting his lips.

"Don't worry, sweet. I'll make this fast. I don't want to wait any longer than you do."

Connor reached around her and grabbed both breasts. He squeezed until he heard her groan softly. He took hold of his cock and brought it to her pussy lips. He slowly wiped it up and down through them. She was so fucking wet. Gripping her hips, Connor pushed his cock into Morgan.

He quickly debated with himself if he should just come and have her finish herself elsewhere, but when she started making very soft whining noises, he knew he wanted her to come with him and for him.

He started to thrust deep and fast into her. Morgan was trying to quiet her noises, but every so often a sweet feminine whimper or moan would fill the stairwell. Connor gripped her hips tighter as his cock told him it was about ready to unload.

He slowed his hips and reached around to her clit. As he pressed two fingers against it, he felt it throb. This had a deep growl rising in his throat. Connor started to rub her clit harder, and Morgan lifted her head back.

"Ms. White, do you want to come?"

She moaned softly before answering him. "Yes."

"What?" He rubbed her clit harder.

"Yes, Sir."

He tensed his arm muscles as he breathed in her words. Something deep inside him thrived on them. "All right, pet. Come for me."

Connor jerked his hips forward, causing his dick to ram deep inside her just as he sped up his fingers on her hardened button. Her head fell from one shoulder to the other. He could tell she was biting her lip, trying to stifle her sounds of pleasure. This had his manly growl returning.

Morgan's arms started to shake on the stairs and then another loud thud came above them. This was the extra incentive they needed. He pinched her clit, and Morgan cried out a bit louder. Connor thrust in and out of her pussy several times and he was climaxing. His fingers came off her clit and returned to her hips.

There was another loud thud above them as Connor filled his girl with his cum. His dress shoes slipped a bit on the smooth concrete floor. He grunted as he tried to finish his orgasm. He nearly missed the fact that she was shaking almost uncontrollably now.

Her pussy got increasingly wet very quickly. She was coming. Connor buried his dick deep inside her and held it still as small tremors moved through her body. Very slow and soft whimpers were coming from Morgan.

He was breathing harshly as he spoke to her. "There … Morgan. There should … be no doubt who I or my dick wants."

He reached up and grabbed a handful of her hair firmly but not harshly. He pulled just slightly, simply wanting to hear her whine again. She did, and his lips curled up into a twisted smirk. This little one was much more than just a good lay, though. A new sensation was filling Connor as he released her hair and started to pull out of her. He thought it could be labeled "love" by some people.

Connor pushed himself back from her, caressing her leg. He started to stand. "Thank me, sweet." He put as much playfulness into his words as he could.

Morgan was breathing heavily with her arms still shaking. She slowly turned her head to look up at him. Her eyes seemed teary, and he didn't want to ask why. The one thing he didn't see in her eyes was a sense of being wronged, though.

"Thank you." Her words were simple but seemed to be holding back something.

Connor slipped his dick back into his slacks and held out a hand to help her off the stairs. She was wobbling as she stood, and he soon noticed that her knees were scratched from the rough surface of the stairs. Why did that excite him, causing his dick to stiffen again just a little?

She timidly pulled her skirt down and started to fix her blouse before he stopped her. Connor reached up and buttoned it for her with a huge, genuine smile. She tilted her head to the side, seeming much happier than just a few minutes ago. She gave him a small grin in return.

"Thank you." This time her words were filled with more contentment.

"And thank you. Now, be a good girl and don't let my cum drip onto the floor on your way to the bathroom."

He finished the last button as a shocked expression rid her of her smile. He bent down and kissed the look off her face before lightly squeezing her ass.

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