Page 48 of Cinnamon Strudel
“You’re making me feel so good, darlin’.” He panted harder with each thrust. “Letting me fuck you like this.”
“Morgan,” she whimpered, her body completely his.
“Good girl. You’re doing so well, moaning my name and completely giving yourself to me.” He rammed his hips into her ass, the rope now wrapped around his fist. “It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, it does.”
Fuck, his skin pebbled and he could feel his orgasm tingling at the base of his spine. He didn’t relent, not even when he felt her trembling underneath him. He waited till she was already falling over the edge to dare her to fall apart. “Come, darlin’. Make my cock throb with your tight pussy.” She constricted around him, and he fucked her through her climax. Only when she cried out did his fingers loosen in her hair and reached for her throat, tugging her to sit up and rest against his chest. His cum was already filling the condom as his hot breath panted against her cheek. “You did wonderfully, darlin’,” he softly praised, wrapping his other arm around her.
“Morgan,” she begged, seemingly unclear of what she was even beggingfor. Ruby slumped into him, her head rolling back and chest heaving in his arms.
“I’m here.” He peppered tender kisses across her cheek. “Just let yourself fall.”
She nuzzled herself into the side of his throat, breaths fast as she came down from her high.
Only once he felt her heart rate lower did he loosen his grip and asked, “Ready to be untied?”
“Yes, please.”
He had the rope falling from her wrists in no time. Once she could steady herself, he tied off the condom and tossed it intothe trash. Then all of his attention was on her as he picked her up and carried her to the bathroom bridal-style. He gave her warm, wet cloths and stood by while she cleaned herself off, then inspected her wrists.
They were slightly reddened. It was barely noticeable, but he soothed the angry marks with his lips. “Do they hurt?”
“No, you were right—it did feel good to have some room.”
He gave a nod, then fetched her clothes and helped her back into them. “Ready to be tucked in?”
“I am.”
While Ruby took herself to bed, Morgan grabbed them some water from the kitchen, and signalled Blue to follow so they could join her.
Ruby
When she opened her eyes again, she felt rather sore—and lonely. Morgan and Blue must have started their day already, so she stretched out her sore muscles and swung her legs to the floor. She couldn’t help but blush and grin when she remembered the night before. It had feltsogood that she couldn’t wait to experience more.
Checking her phone to find a message from her parents, she walked to the kitchen where she could already smell coffee brewing. Only there was no one there. She poured the two cups that were already sitting nearby and then pressed play on the video her parents had sent her. The smile that curled her lips then was involuntary. Her father had filmed the entrance and living space, with both his and her mom’s commentary. Ever since she’d mentioned Morgan, they’d been nothing but supportive about her growing relationship.
The door opened then. “I was looking for you.”
“Someone kept smushing his wet, slobbery nose into my face,” Morgan grumbled.
“My parents sent me something for you.”
“They did?” he asked, rather surprised—maybe even a little intimidated.
“Mmhmm,” she agreed with the first sip of coffee warming her insides. She handed over her phone. “Here.”
Morgan pressed play and soon, the worry fled his features as her father’s voice filled the silence. “This is the entry, but we will make sure the shoes are out of the way.” The camera moved forward, scanning the hallway. “Oh, we’d better get those cobwebs too.”
“I’m not getting on the ladder!” her mom called from somewhere out of frame.
“Of course. Oh, and this is Percy.” Her father introduced their ginger cat. “But he will be up in our bedroom, so your dog doesn’t get disturbed.”
“Blue.”
“What?”
“His dog’s name is Blue,” her mother softly reminded, coming into the frame as the camera entered the shared kitchen and dining room.
