my sex.
I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one
foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the
back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and
ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what
was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.
His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his
fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased
it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations
electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.
Stupid vagina.
He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I
didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly
together.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered to my lips.
I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to
gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my
best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was
betraying me, and strange emotions took over.
I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not
until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor
in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs
and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could
remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.
“I love this,” he said and moved his fingers
between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he
snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet,
and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.
“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he
rasped.
Yes, please, touch me. Now!
“No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.
He snorted again. “I think you do,” he said and
took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not
touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing
that was begging for attention.
He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled
me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with
everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to
make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me
enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and
I didn’t want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the
battle.
Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he
can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?
Holly shit…maybe not.
He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I
could feel his not so small erection.
“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in
my ear. He walked me forward when I didn’t move.
Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn’t
know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing
except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull
pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved
me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and
didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He
grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it,
trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.
He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back.
I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed
to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as
he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both
his hands up my legs and to the edges of my vagina. He
still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed touched.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he grabbed himself
again.
“I don’t want to,” I said weakly.
“But you are going to, so you should take heed in
my warning and listen to me now.”
I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and
slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he
stared at my extremely open sex. He took both of his
thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to
shut out the humiliation.
“You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched,
doesn’t it, Morgan?”
Yes…Yes it does, like now.
“No,” I said through my rapid breaths.
“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”
Great.
He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t
go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close,
very close, and
I gasped from his touch and stepped back with one
foot. He stood up and walked behind me. He kissed the
back of my neck, and his hands explored my stomach and
ribs. I could smell his cologne and closed my eyes at what
was conspiring, and having no say in it, what so ever.
His lips trailed my neck and shoulders and then his
fingers found my nipple. I almost moaned when he teased
it between his thumb and finger. I felt the sensations
electrify from my nipple all the way to my groin.
Stupid vagina.
He slowly moved to in front of me and kissed me. I
didn’t kiss him back and kept my lips pressed firmly
together.
“Open your mouth,” he ordered to my lips.
I parted them slightly, but it was enough for him to
gain access and take my mouth with his tongue. I tried my
best not to kiss him back or touch him, but my body was
betraying me, and strange emotions took over.
I didn’t think my heart could beat any faster, not
until he pulled away from my lips and dropped to the floor
in front of me. He slowly moved my panties down my legs
and had to tell me to pick up my feet so that he could
remove them. He sat back on his feet and stared at my sex.
“I love this,” he said and moved his fingers
between my legs. I gasped from his touch, and he
snickered a little. He hadn’t touched between my folds yet,
and only, gently ran his fingers on my smooth lips.
“Do you want me to touch you, Morgan?” he
rasped.
Yes, please, touch me. Now!
“No,” I spouted out in a hateful tone.
He snorted again. “I think you do,” he said and
took his thumb and forefinger and opened me up, still not
touching me. I was afraid that he could see the throbbing
that was begging for attention.
He stood back up and kissed me lightly, circled
me, and kissed my neck again. I was begging myself with
everything in me to keep it together. He might be able to
make me do what he wanted, but he couldn’t make me
enjoy it. I tried to tell myself that I wasn’t enjoying it, and
I didn’t want him touching me, but I was quickly losing the
battle.
Stupid fucker probably has a little dick that he
can’t even get up. Why else would he have to buy a wife?
Holly shit…maybe not.
He thrust his hips into my naked backside, and I
could feel his not so small erection.
“Lay down on the bed, Morgan,” he whispered in
my ear. He walked me forward when I didn’t move.
Was I supposed to lie on my stomach? I didn’t
know what he wanted me to do, so I did nothing, nothing
except notice my heart beating out of my chest, and the dull
pain on my cheek bone. He turned me around and moved
me back so that I had to sit. He wasn’t modest at all and
didn’t care that his dick was right in front of me. He
grabbed himself and made a hissing sound as he moved it,
trying to get some relief in the now too tight dress slacks.
He picked up both my legs, willing me to lay back.
I scooted back on my elbows, not wanting to be exposed
to him. He had the most lustful, crazed look in his eyes as
he engrossed in my naked body beneath him. He slid both
his hands up my legs and to the edges of my vagina. He
still didn’t touch me where I felt I needed touched.
“Spread your legs,” he said as he grabbed himself
again.
“I don’t want to,” I said weakly.
“But you are going to, so you should take heed in
my warning and listen to me now.”
I was afraid of the warning he spoke of, and
slowly raised both of my legs. He hissed again as he
stared at my extremely open sex. He took both of his
thumbs and opened me more. I closed my eyes, trying to
shut out the humiliation.
“You’re very wet, your pussy wants to be touched,
doesn’t it, Morgan?”
Yes…Yes it does, like now.
“No,” I said through my rapid breaths.
“I am not touching you until you tell me to.”
Great.
He continued to tease my outer folds, but wouldn’t
go anywhere close to my inner core. He would get close,
very close, and
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