Make Me Yours by B. J. Wane Page A

never cared for the act before now. But, as with everything else he had done with and to her, she was finding that there was very little she couldn’t imagine enjoying with Jack. His cock was big, both in length and width, and filled her mouth completely. She’d be uncomfortable if she wasn’t enjoying learning the taste and feel of every hard ridge. When he pulled up again, she clasped her lips tightly around the plum shaped head and sucked it like a lollipop, eliciting another curse from Jack. Pre-come coated her tongue and she lapped it up eagerly and was disappointed when he pulled away from her completely that she wasn’t going to get the chance to taste all of him in her mouth.
    “But, you didn’t…” she complained when he scooted down and settled between her spread knees.
    “Next time,” he said gruffly as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Right now I need to fuck you.”
    “Oh, okay,” she managed to gasp as he moved forcefully inside her, filling her completely.
    “Shit, I’m not going to last, Princess, you feel too fucking good. Come with me,” he demanded as he reached down and pressed her clit even harder against his pummeling cock, making her cry out as she soaked his cock with her come. “Yes,” he groaned, taking her mouth as ruthlessly as he took her body, his hips pounding against hers as his cock filled her womb with his seed.
    When he reached up to release her arms, Morgan clasped them tightly around his sweat slick back, loving the feel of his large hard body against hers as his strokes slowed and they both caught their breath. “I could quickly become a morning person if I got to wake up like that all the time,” she whispered in his ear.
    “Neither one of us would survive if we greeted each morning like this. But, what the hell, let’s give it a try.” Laughing, Jack pulled away from her before he could be tempted to take her again. Releasing her legs, he pulled her from the bed. “Up you go. I need to be on time to take our guests to the slopes this morning. Get going.” Giving her a hard swat on the ass, he pushed her towards the bathroom.
    Rubbing her abused cheek, she glared at him. “You go ahead. I want to work on my sketches this morning. I’ll see you when you get back.”
    Smiling smugly at the bright red hand print on her butt, he forced himself not to add a matching one to her other cheek. “All right, but if you go out, stay around the lodge. It’s easy to get turned around out here and lose your way.”
    “One trek through those trees in knee deep snow was enough for me. I’m not going anywhere.”
    An hour later, Morgan wondered if that statement was going to remain true. Sitting in front of the windows with a cup of tea, her peaceful solitude was shattered by the abrupt ringing of her cell phone. “Hello Mother,” she answered resignedly, bracing herself for another lecture.
    “Morgan, I just found out you’re with Jack Cutter, that rough neck boy that used to work for us,” Kathleen Tomlinson greeted her in a snide tone.
    “He’s not nor ever has been a rough neck, Mother,” Morgan sighed. “He worked very hard for you and daddy and did a beautiful job keeping your property looking nice.” And an even better job befriending a lonely, neglected little girl, she thought to herself.
    “I knew I should’ve put a stop to you hanging around him so much. Really, Morgan, you can’t seriously think of giving up a catch like Joel for a man like him. I won’t hear of it. Why, your father and I would never be able to live the scandal down. I insist you come home immediately. Your engagement party is still scheduled for next Saturday.”
    “Dammit, Mother,” Morgan burst out, letting her anger surface. “I told you before I left to cancel it, that the wedding is off. How can you want me to marry him after what he did?”
    “Don’t curse at me, young lady. And really, what did he do that was so awful? Women can’t really expect a man not to stray