Hello everyone:
My apologies for the delay in this series. Life happens and you can't help that. I will be spitting out other stories as well so stay tuned. For this particular series, I'm thinking it will be either one or two more; I'm not entirely sure. We'll have to see. I did have a fantastic time writing this one and I really like this series.
Anywho, enjoy!
~E
Several volumes of books fell onto the floor as Morgan's back was repeatedly slammed into the bookcase wall.
Her heels dug into Ian's backside as he pumped furiously into her, his cock sliding in and out in rapid movements. She moaned loudly into his mouth, breathing harshly through her nose. Her back would most likely be riddled with papercuts and splinters from the constant beating it was taking. "Ian," she murmured against his lips as she fought to gain leverage on his body, fingers slipping from the sweat. His hands bit deep into her soft flesh of her ass as he pumped her to him.
He growled and turned them around, dropping her rather roughly on a large desk, forcing papers and notebooks to the ground as he stood up, pulling her calves with him and pressing her thighs together for better friction. He flung his head back as he thrust into her using rather short and quick drives. She was on her back, being forced up further with each thrust.
They'd been fucking for nearly three hours and Ian never once let up. He was insatiable and Morgan didn't mind.
"God, yes!" She screamed and clawed at his back, knowing she left marks. He didn't seem to care because she was the only one whom he laid. He would tell her over and over again that it was her and she alone and he didn't want anyone else.
Morgan believed him, of course, because she had been spending more and more time cooped up in his house. She had memorized the corners and every surface, having been fucked on each and every single one just about. She would spend nights and sometimes days with Ian either in the bed, shower, or any other area that allowed for sex.
Sure, she hadn't exactly been the greatest girlfriend but both she and Drake knew it was over. He had given up long ago and stopped caring where she was when she disappeared from their apartment. Leni, her best friend, tried to get Morgan to end her relationship with Drake but Morgan could never find the time to do it. Until one day, she just left. But to be honest, she had been having too much fun fucking another man behind her boyfriend's back. It gave her power and she craved Ian, the lust for him too strong to care about how she looked. It was a thrill ride and she was having the time of her life.
Still, it made her seem like a shitty person but she couldn't help what she wanted and now, she could spend almost every day with Ian.
She couldn't be with Ian forever. Granted, she had grown fond of him during their little affair but she often wondered if he felt the same. Some days, when they were together, they would spend all day just talking. Other days, their hands couldn't get enough of one another.
Her feelings ran deep for Ian and she knew it would be hard to give him up when that time came. Speaking of coming, she arched her back into Ian as he ran his teeth along her collar bone.
Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and the fire deep within bloomed across her belly. Her toes curled and her body tensed with such ferocity, she knew she would be sore the next day. As he pounded into her, she reached out on either side of the desk and held tight, her nails digging into the pliable wood.
God, she was so close.
His grunts only fed her desire even more as she felt his thickness in her, the length of him driving her mad. She was panting and hear was matted to the back of her neck; her skin was chafing but if he could give her these glorious orgasms every single hour of every single day, she wouldn't care.
With a ferocious snarl, Ian bent his head to capture her lips with his. Their tongues waltzed and slid over one another and he even tugged at hers with his teeth. In return, she pulled his bottom lip with her own teeth before he could get away. He growled and gripped her head with his hands, releasing her legs. He only used his bottom half to pump into her, his cock still just as rigid as when they first started a few hours ago.
She murmured against his lips subtle encouragement in between guttural moans. A solid warmth spread into her limbs. This was it. This would be her third orgasm from him alone. She squeezed her thighs around his hips while he kissed her. He stilled and allowed her to fuck herself on his cock. She moved her body up and down, trying to get that list bit of pleasure before she cried out. The tension erupted into a million fragments all over her body; her nerves frazzled and her muscles weakened.
Morgan came so hard, she broke a piece of his desk off in her left hand from squeezing it so tight. She gasped and slowly continued humping him, her body worn out and exhausted.
Ian softened the kiss and moved at a gentler pace. She was clenching so much around him, he groaned with his final thrust, a release that had them both shivering. Spurt after spurt landed on her womb and she smiled because she loved that. Drake had refused to come in her even though she was on birth control. She felt his seed as it slid down his cock to mingle with her wetness on the desk.
Their kiss deepened, their tongues massaged one another. He swallowed her moan as they both came down form their high. They breathed into each other's mouths while their bodies relaxed.
With one final peck on her lips, Ian pulled back and sighed. He stood and zipped his pants up and tucked his shirt in. There was something wanton about the way he did that. Like this was their little secret, which it was, and the only time they could be with one another was when they had sex.
Between school and him working, it was hard for them to actually go out on a date. Then there would be the fact he was a respectable lawyer in their city and she seemed like a floozy to those would be jealous. They wouldn't be accepted. And it wasn't their age either; it was her stupid family that would be the cause of them never being together.
Morgan hoisted herself on wobbly legs. She tried to pull up her shorts but found her arms were too shaky to do so. Ian bent down and buttoned them up once he got to her navel. He found her shirt by his swivel chair and helped her put it on. It was a loose fitting tee in an Army green color that she had found at the local thrift store.
Ian said he would buy her more clothes but she refused. He often helped her out when needed since she just started graduate school about two months ago. She quit her job after saving up some money and used that for books and supplies.
"Sorry about your desk," Morgan mumbled and blushed, examining the bit of dark wood in her palm.
Ian chuckled. "It's alright. Never much liked it anyways."
He grabbed her hand and tossed the piece of wood in the nearest bin. She fell into his chest and heaved in his scent. Spicy and clean. She listened to his steady heartbeat and grinned when it sped up as she moved closer. He wrapped his arms around her back and they stood like that for a few moments until Morgan yawned.
"Tired?"
She nodded sleepily. "You wear me out," she giggled and leaned back with her hip pressed flush against his.
"'You know you love it," he teased and flicked her nose.
Her heart skipped a beat.
And, just like that, desire flared in her middle. She ground her front to his and could feel his erection growing once more. She bit her lip and dropped to her knees.
Before he could protest, she had him in her hand and half of his cock in her mouth. He groaned loudly and she took him as deep as she could go, almost to the back of her throat. Ian's fingers tangled in her now dark hair. She'd grown it out and it hung in messy waves about her shoulders. Coupled with Ian's constant finger brushing due to extracurricular activities, she could never keep it straight.
