by Azure Boone
Tasha: Yeah
Morgan: Not anymore baby. Please know how much I love you. Never forget, okay?
Tears flooded my eyes.
Tasha: I won’t forget.
Had I ever told Morgan I loved him? Seemed like it. I’d surely thought it and felt it a hundred times.
Tasha: I love you
I bit my lip. What if he was the type of man that could give love but not receive it? What if telling him turned him off? Ruined the chase?
Morgan: do you know how long I’ve waited to hear that? Or see it even?
I let out a breath and smiled.
Tasha: sorry. Does it help to know that I’ve thought it a hundred times?
Morgan: God, yes. I need to see you.
Tasha: I can get my mother to come babysit and we can hang out at your place?
Morgan: I need to make love to you in my bed.
Desire hit my veins.
Tasha: Why?
I sucked my lower lip, wanting to see his needs in font.
Morgan: I want the smell of you in my bed, on my pillow. It hurts being without you.
Giddy Cinderella joy raced through my heart.
Tasha: I can’t tell you how good your words make me feel
Morgan: I need to see you.
Tasha: What time?
Morgan: Can you be here at seven tonight?
Tasha: Sounds like a date. Where do you live?
My heart raced at this part. This answer would tell a lot about him. He’d never said and I’d never asked specifics till now.
Morgan: 1213 Sweet Willow. Do you know where The Ranch is?
Holy hell, The Ranch?
Tasha: You mean that city in the middle of our city?
Morgan: That’s the one.
Tasha: You live there?
Morgan: Most of the time, lol. You think you can find it?
Tasha: No, but my GPS can.
Morgan: That’s my brilliant wife. See you then?
Tasha: yes
Morgan: Dress sexy
Tasha: Any preferences?
Morgan: I love you in high heels, panties and bra.
Tasha: And a trench coat?
I snickered while desire pulsed its familiar tempo in me.
Tasha: What color do you like?
Morgan: I love you in every color. But tonight, wear red.
Shit, I’d need to run to Wal-Mart for sure.
Tasha: okay.
Morgan: Be careful. And come hungry, I’m cooking for you.
Oh my God, this man…
Tasha: you’re a dream.
Chapter Eleven
Damn I was a good shopper. Red lace bra and panties on sale for five bucks! Would go perfect with my red heels that I could barely walk in. I was good at faking, though.
Hair straightened, layered and trimmed, nails prim and proper. And red. Like my toenails and my lips. Even my breath freshener matched. Red Hots. Damn I was good. I concealed the sexy ensemble with a smart suit top that was easy to unbutton, and zip up slacks. To the average person—or to my children—mommy was going to a business dinner. Something told me before this night was over with, I’d surely have plenty to write about. Although since I’d become a writer, I’d quit journaling, and instead, poured my heart out in fiction.
I thought I’d vomit when I finally found his place. I could hardly believe it. He lived in one of those adorable slim cottages that reminded me of millionaire shotgun house.
I rang the doorbell, admiring the tiny front porch. It was fall and he had a single chair with a scarecrow among a ton of pumpkins. Bet he went all out for Christmas too. Damn I loved that.
The door opened and I put on what I thought was my prettiest smile. Easy going and yet sincere. Wasn’t hard to manage, I felt every bit of those things. “Hi.” I flopped my hand up for a wave, my cool composure totally wrecked by Mr. dream boat in blue jeans, a black t-shirt, and a warm smile. “You look amazing.” Was that even appropriate to say to a man when he opens the door? Not sure, but I didn’t care.
His eyes slowly and thoroughly devoured me. “Come in.”
I walked into the tiny foyer and was met with the smells of Chinese food and cedar oil. “Oh wow, your house is beautiful.” House? This was hardly a house. I scanned the tiny space while Morgan locked the door. The intricate wall table holding extravagant knick knacks was a piece of wood art in itself. And holy moley, I’d never seen near human sized vases before. Not to mention the fancy black marble floor they sat on. I resisted the urge to whistle my awe.
Morgan turned me around by the shoulders and pulled me into his embrace. One of those God I missed you and I never want you to leave embraces. I returned it eagerly, my hands pressing into his muscular back, while the smell of his cologne induced a trembling need deep inside my bones. Not to mention the feel of his body under my now roaming hands. He pulled up. “I’d kiss you, but I’m not ready to ruin your lipstick yet.”
I smiled. “What’s first?”
“I’m feeding you.” He stroked his thumb on my cheek. “You’ll have to show some restraint.”
I laughed and slid my hand under his shirt. “I’ll try.”
His breath hitched and his abs became rock hard under my touch. “Sure we can’t consider this food?” I gazed up at him. “This is what I’m hungry for.” I boldly found his bulging cock with my other hand. “And this.” I traced a finger over the hard length.
He groaned and undid the first button on my blazer top. By the third button, the heat in his eyes intensified. I slid the jacket off and let it fall to the floor.
“See through,” he whispered, sounding pleased.
I was one step ahead of him on the slacks, already pushing them over my hips. He stepped back to see. Slacks at my ankle, I easily maneuvered my feet out of them. Funny, I’d anticipated this very scenario and wanted to avoid the unsexy hopping around to get slacks over the heels.
“Let me see you walk.”
Excitement and fear tickled through me, still not the most confident. I’d been working out and dieting but needed to lose ten more pounds.
I carefully paraded before him in a wide circle, watching him. His eyes slowly scanned my body. His lips parted. I took that as a good sign.
“You lost weight.”
My stomach jumped, not sure about his tone. “Is that…bad?”
His head shook slowly. “You’re beautiful. Turn around.”
I slowly did, hesitant. Fat ass was always the last thing to go. Thankfully it had a nice shape to it. I glanced over my shoulder, startled to find him there. Startled even more when his hands traced my butt cheeks as though discovering their new shape and feel. They moved to my hips next, then waist. Higher still till his fingers pressed into the bottoms of my breasts, which would unfortunately lose weight as well. I was having difficulty thinking I needed a boob job by the way his voice rasped at my neck while his hands traced over my entire breasts the same way. He slid my hair aside and kissed my shoulder, working his way up along my neck. At my ear, he whispered, “I’m feeding you first.”
My eyes fluttered shut at hearing in his tone what would come after. Hesitant, I turned and faced him, reaching for his chest.
He intercepted my hands at the wrist and grinned. “I mean it. Please.”
I sighed and let my head fall back a little, resting the weight of my frustration on a hip.
He laughed, scanning my body. “Damn you look hot in sexual frustration. But I promise I’ll make it all better.”
I smiled at hearing the threat in those words. “Am I supposed to eat like this?”
“Definitely.”
“What about you? Don’t I get a show?”
His continuously scanning gaze met mine and the heat there stole my breath. “I’d say it wouldn’t hurt, but…” He removed his shirt and I bit my lower lip at the show of those hard abs I’d touched earlier. Tan muscles rippled in his arms and shoulders as he removed his jeans. This man was my dessert. It was at that moment I realized he
was barefoot. I wanted to look at his feet but his pants were gone and his tight white BVD’s with the bulging cock had my undivided attention. It was the boxer kind of underwear and my God did he fill them perfectly.
He held his hand out to me. Mesmerized, I walked to him, barely managing to tear my eyes off of his body. He pulled me into his hot frame and I gasped at the skin to skin contact, hands beginning to roam his back. Then firm butt. Jesus. He eased me away by the shoulders. “Eat first.”
Damn it. How was he managing that cool tone while I burned?
I could play games. I smiled sweetly at him. “Fine. Feed me Mr. Tormentor.”
His slow grin made me quake. Like I’d found his well hidden secret. Mr. Pleasure Tormentor? I’d read several novels on that. Not my thing but…with him…he could persuade me. And that was a little unnerving.
I managed to eat slowly, determined to not be at his mercy. He seemed to like that. But with every sip of wine and scorching gaze he masturbated me with, it got more difficult. My body was loose and warm, hot in places, ready to be touched. And licked. And sucked. Oh God, and mercilessly fucked.
I finally set my fork down and dabbed my mouth, careful of my perfect lipstick. It was the good stuff though, likely to last through a sex marathon. “I’m so in love now. Are you a chef on the side?”
His smile reached clear to my clit. The amount of moisture this man created between my legs might have been funny if I weren’t so hot and bothered.
He stood and made his way to my chair, his erection seeming to strain to get there first. All I could think was dessert. He held his hand out for me to take. I met his gaze, trying to be coy, but with my pulse roaring in my ears, I couldn’t remember what the word even meant.
I placed my hand in his and he pulled me to my feet, his eyes taking in the half of me hidden during dinner. Instinct nearly made me cover my gut, or look at how much it had grown. It was a lot less of a gut than when we’d met, but after that amazing meal, I hated to think what he was seeing.
“Damn you’re beautiful,” he whispered, pulling me to him.
I refrained from touching, not wanting to be denied again. Instead I stared into his eyes, waiting like a good girl, hoping to be rewarded.
He slid one finger along my aching slit, shooting a desire surge that turned my breath into whimpers. His gaze grew stormy as he leaned in till his lips hovered next to mine, erratic breath warming me through and through. “You missed me?” He continued stroking oh so slowly over my lace soaked lips, pressing in barely when he reached my clit.
I gasped my yes and reached a finger and stroked it along his hard cock. His breath caught and his cock jerked at my touch. “You missed me?”
His finger slid inside the edge of my panties and found my clit. “Yes.” He drew soft circles over it, making my legs weak.
I slipped my hand in the band of his BVD’s and found the head of his wet cock. “Me too.” I spread the slippery moisture all over the ridge, loving the agony it brought to his brows.
He suddenly caught my wrist, stilling my hand, a groan straining through him. Mmm. He took my hand in his. “Come with me.”
I followed him, planning on just that. He led me to a room of utter masculinity. Everything was thick and bold in it, from the hulking poster bed, to the severe black and red colors.
My heart raced at seeing what was on the bed. Things to tie a person up with.
Chapter Twelve
Fear and excitement stormed my stomach. He paused at feeling my hesitation and turned to me. Several seconds of silence passed before he spoke. “Let me.”
It wasn’t a command. Not even a statement. But a need that turned his voice hoarse.
I followed him, yearning more than anything to erase that need.
We stood next to the bed and he pulled me in his embrace, roaming his firm hands over my back and butt. “Thank you.” He brushed his lips along my cheek, then claimed my mouth when I presented it. I gripped his ass while he kissed me, pressing his cock into my lower stomach.
He finally broke the kiss, winded. “On the bed.”
His firm directive shot electricity through me. Instinct said don’t be tied up. Don’t be at another’s mercy. Don’t be stupid.
I climbed on the bed and sat in the middle, looking at him for signs that this was a bad idea. What I found was his BVD’s gone and his cock straining. The only warning I got was from my own body, advising me not to back out or it’d be so pissed.
He climbed on the bed behind me and slid my hair away from my neck. His hot breath heated my skin as he kissed along the column while moving my hands slowly behind me. I closed my eyes. Relax. Enjoy it. You’re safe with him.
Soft material tightened on my wrists. “Is that too tight?”
The concern in his voice, melted my fear. “No, feels good. Can be tighter.”
He pressed his cock into my shoulder with a groan as he tightened it more.
I gasped. “Yes, that’s good.”
Another strap went around my elbows, pulling them back. “Tell me when it hurts.”
“That’s enough,” I cried, when it began to pull to the point of painful.
“Sorry.” He tied it. “Is it okay like that?” He continued to rub the wet head of his cock on my shoulder.
I turned my head toward it. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” My tits strained against the lacey material and he moved his cock to my lips, rubbing it softly. I leaned, hungry for it, sucking the head into my mouth.
He growled and pulled back. “Not yet.”
God. I never wanted anything so much.
“Are you flexible?” He moved to my feet.
“Depends.”
He tied silk around one ankle, then the other. He pulled my legs wide open then reached under the bed and produced another strap. He secured one leg and went around the bed and did the same to the other, tying when I gasped from the pull.
He stepped back and studied the final product with a scorching look in his eyes. Like he’d explode if he stared too long. He climbed on the bed again and I was officially incapacitated and helpless, my chest heaving with adrenalin. Now what. “Isn’t there…supposed to be like, a safe-word?”
He knelt before me and peeled one side of my bra down over my jutted breast. “Safe-word?” He teased the hard bud with the wet head of his cock. “I love your nipples.” He lifted his cock to my mouth and smeared juice on my lips. I opened and he pulled back a little. “Don’t suck yet. Let me.” He went back to rubbing his cock on my lips, thrusting against my closed mouth and moaning. Then he teased my nipples again.
He eased me down on my back then got a pillow and placed it under my butt, pushing my pussy up. Felt so good spread wide. “Just a word I say…if I get scared. So you know to stop?”
He lay between my legs and met my gaze, perplexed. “How about…I love you and would never hurt you?” He pulled my panties aside. “I’m going to have dessert now.” He slid his tongue up and down my slit then flicked my clit rapidly. I gasped and shuddered at the intensity. “Mmm, yes,” he murmured, “you’re going to come really hard for me.”
I cried out when he ripped the panties and buried his lips between mine, kissing my clit hungrily.
“Oh God, yes.” I pumped the best I could, feeling his finger tickling inside my opening. “Do it, fuck my pussy, please.”
He continued tickling the entrance, barely going in. Pressure on my ass came next with the same teasing while his lips and tongue made love to my clit.
“God, do it. Fuck me Morgan, please, I want it.”
He shoved his finger in as deep as he could and flicked hard while sucking my clit into his mouth. His finger worked deeper into my ass in increments. One minute of this intense assault and I broke, coming hard, just like he promised, nothing to do but writhe and squirm while bound. Made it so much hotter. I loved it.
While still tingling from the orgasm, Morgan knelt between my legs and slid his cock into me without warning. I arched my back as he began to
pound into me until I screamed with it.
He pulled out and I yelped at the sudden absence. I watched, breathless as he straddled my head and rubbed his balls on my mouth. “Lick them,” he gasped.
I obeyed, horny as hell still.
After he let me lick and suck his balls for an entire minute, he got on one knee and rubbed his cock on my lips again. “Open.”
I did as he demanded, his aggressive tone sending delicious shivers over my body.
“Suck your cum off of me.” He latched his fingers into my hair and pumped his cock in and out of my mouth while I gazed up the rigid line of his body. He reached behind him and rolled my exposed nipple between his fingers, making me moan on his cock. He groaned and pulled back till only the head of his shaft pumped between my lips. I flicked with my tongue and watched his head go back from the pleasure.
He withdrew his cock and knelt between my open legs, pulling me up by my shoulders. The second I was upright, his lips were on mine, kissing, tasting. “Mmm, I love to taste my cock on your mouth.” He licked my lips. “Love knowing you just sucked it.” He pulled the bra fabric down on both my breasts and rubbed the backs of his fingers over my hard nipples while he kissed me breathless. He sat close, his legs around me. He stroked my pussy with two fingers, staring into my eyes while doing the same over my nipple. “You’re so wide open, I like that.” He leaned in and kissed me softly while shoving a finger inside, moaning at my gasp. He lowered his head and sucked my nipple, nibbling a little as he added a second finger to my pussy.
“God yes.”
He suddenly grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me while ramming his fingers into me as fast as he could. He devoured my cries with a growl, his pace continuing noisily in and out of my slick heat. He pulled out and I opened my eyes, searching for him. I felt him behind me. He eased me forward onto the bed, face down. That put my ass up, legs still spread very wide.
“Oh God, yes,” I moaned, feeling his cock at my entrance, fingers on my ass and clit.
He rubbed his head over my ass then, getting it wet before poising at my entrance again. Without warning, he shoved his cock into my pussy and his finger into my ass. “Oh yes,” he moaned. “Your ass is so tight.” His fingers wiggled softly over my clit, making everything contract.