Page 63 of Cinnamon Strudel
“I want it rough, please.”
“Oh, darlin’, I was praying you’d say that.” His hand slid to her throat, lips crashing down onto her mouth as he groaned into the kiss. Morgan urged her backward and pressed her into the mattress. Her legs fell apart for him, his hard erection pressing into her. He ground into her, the fabric of his jeans rough against her bare pussy.
“So needy. Will I find you already dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she panted, fingers roaming over the stubble on his scalp.
His lips trailed down her neck to find her chest bare. “Sweet love,” he groaned, “you don’t know how much this means to me…”
His kisses worshiped her sternum while one hand palmed her tit. He took his time, slowly working his way south until his lips sealed around her nipple, his thumb rubbing over the other. His tongue flicked and made her skin tingle. Every touch, every kiss, every word from his mouth blurred her mind even more. Her worries were forgotten, the need to take care of him banished—now it was her turn.
Morgan sucked a path of kisses south, over her bellybutton until his tongue finally licked over her clit. She let out a soft moan, hips arching into him as his fingers slid through her wet heat. She stiffened then, realising that she’d forgotten one very important detail.
“Morgan…”
“Yes, darlin’?”
“You packed condoms, right? I-I don’t have any.”
Morgan rose from the bed, reaching into his back pocket and withdrawing a tiny foil square. “I wouldn’t make promises I couldn’t keep.”
“I just had a little heart attack.”
He licked his lips and unbuckled his belt. “Guess I’d better make up for it.”
His jeans hit the floor, and his shirt followed closely behind. Then she watched rather impatiently as he rolled the condom over his thick length. When he finally leaned over her again and his lips found hers, her body eased into the mattress. Morgan rocked his hips, pushing through and lighting her every nerve on fire.
“I’m going to fuck you now—until you crumble beneath me.”
“Oh, god. Yes please.”
Morgan sank his cock into her with one firm thrust, knocking her whole body backwards. His hand wrapped around her throat, lips claiming hers in a rough kiss. Spreading her legs as wide as they would go, she met him thrust for thrust, heart exploding in her chest. Her mind was a blur, her body on fire. He didn’t relent, not from the kiss and not with his hips. He hammered into her with her nails sinking into his waist as she tried to hold onto something.
“I dare you to come,” he growled. “I will toss you around all fucking night until you beg me to stop.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head, unable to entirely process his words. “Morgan…”
“Beg all you want, darlin’, you know how much I love it.”
He grabbed her leg and tossed it over the side, fucking into her sideways and licking into her mouth. She whimpered, falling apart with just a few hard thrusts. As promised, he didn’t stop. The moment she came down from her high, Morgan manhandled her onto her stomach. One large hand bound her wrists behind her back while the other threaded through her hair.
“Ass up,” he snarled, his restraint evident in his voice.
The demand, combined with the pain, was enough to throw her over the edge again, his tip rubbing her sweet spot just the right way. Toes curling, she was yanked up and pulled to lean against his chest.
“You are everything I ever need,” he panted, slowing his hips to a gentle roll. “Nothing is more important to me than your happiness.”
“Morgan,” she cried, tears burning the corner of her eyes.
“I know, darlin’. It feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Yes!”
“I’m going to make you feel good for the rest of your life.Nothingwill tear me away from your side.” And with that, his cock pulsed, and his arms tightened around her, nose nuzzling behind her ear. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours.”
Everything after that was a blur, right up until the moment she fell asleep in his arms.
