Jack tried to restrain himself, but as her velvety walls spasmed in orgasm, clutching his cock over and over again, it was too much. Reaching under her, he pinched her clit between two fingers, milking that tiny bud, coaxing her into giving him more. “Again, Morgan. Let me feel you come on my cock again.”
“Yes!” she cried out, unable to resist his demand, her body flying into a million pieces again and again as he continued to pound into her. When she felt him come, felt his cock jerking inside her, she came once more, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy.
Jack disposed of the condom in the bathroom before returning to take Morgan’s sated, limp form into his arms. It worried him how right she felt, how much he had enjoyed taking her. Now that he knew the silky feel of her wrapped around his cock, what she sounded like when she came, it would kill him to let her go. Morgan was spoiled, willful, and dogged in her determination when she wanted something from him. And he had only abetted her behavior by giving into her each and every time, including this time.
At first it had been because he had been trying to make up for the neglect she’d suffered from her indifferent parents. Now, it was because it gave him pleasure and eased any anxiety he had when he thought about what she might do if he refused her. The last time he’d turned her down, she’d ended up losing her virginity to a jerk in the backseat of a fucking car. He had found out about that incident from Agatha, in whom Morgan confided almost everything of a personal nature. When Agatha had told him how Morgan had cried in her arms late that night, telling her of Jack’s rejection, wondering why no one wanted her, he could have kicked himself for the way he’d bungled that night. He hoped to God he didn’t have to kick himself later for succumbing to her pleas.
“You have too many clothes on,” Morgan sighed as she cuddled against him.
Kissing her nose, he pulled away from her. “Sorry, princess, but duty calls. Marc and I have to take our guests up to the ski slopes shortly. Did you bring anything warm and waterproof to ski in?”
“No, I just grabbed a few things, got in my car, and left.”
Jack frowned down at her. “Did you even let anyone know where you were headed?”
Sitting up, Morgan grabbed the comforter, pulling it around her, her gaze disgruntled. “No, and don’t lecture me. After my mother’s tirade about how irresponsible and selfish it would be of me to end my engagement over such a petty reason, followed by her usual spiel of how lucky I was to have someone like Joel willing to marry me, my only thought was to get away as fast as I could.”
She was mad and hurt, which Jack could understand, but from the insistent peals of her phone coming from her bag, he thought it best if she answered her calls. Tossing her another one of his flannel shirts, he instructed, “Check your phone messages while I go downstairs. We have a small ski shop that should have something for you.”
When Jack returned ten minutes later, Morgan was wearing the shirt he had given her and was talking to her mother on the phone.
“Someone I’ve known for years, mother, and no, I will not tell you anything else.” She paused while listening to her mother go on and on about her responsibilities, rolling her eyes in exasperation. “I don’t care. Then fire me, I hate that job anyway.”
Jack refrained from grabbing the phone and giving Kathleen Tomlinson a piece of his mind, something he had managed to keep from doing all these years. He could literally see the pleasure he wrought from Morgan only moments ago being obliterated by her mother’s words, words he knew were calculated to demean her only child, belittle her self-worth so she would cave and do their bidding.
“I’m staying as long as I want, mother. I’ll let you know when I’m ready to come home, but no matter when that is, I’m not marrying Joel. You’ll just have to get your merger another way.”
When tears filled her eyes at whatever her mother said next, Jack stomped over to her, ready to grab the phone. Morgan shook her head and turned away from him. “You do what you have to. But so will I. Goodbye.”
“Morgan.” Jack reached for her, but she stepped back.
“I’m fine, Jack. Let’s go skiing.”
She gave him a smile that didn’t reach her eyes, but Jack knew a good way to cheer her up. “After a shower and a little grooming.”
Grabbing her hand, he pulled her into the bathroom. “Strip,” he ordered while reaching into the huge shower to turn on the water.
“I think that’s your favorite word,” Morgan grumbled, her pleasure from finally having sex with Jack diminished by her conversation with her mother. “What if I don’t want to?” She felt justified taking her irritation out on him since he was the one who had insisted she answer her phone, something she had avoided doing for the past twenty-four hours.
Jack raised an eyebrow, stating with soft emphasis, “Then you’ll suffer the consequences. Strip, Morgan.”
Her body reacted without hesitation to his hardened tone, which just pissed her off more. Crossing her arms over her chest, she glared back at him. She didn’t know why she was defying him, especially since she wanted to get naked with him again. As always, her mother’s condemnation of any possible attraction she could inspire from a man brought out all her insecurities, making her doubt herself. Generally, she ignored both her parents when it came to their criticism of her, but not where Jack was concerned. Then, she couldn’t seem to shove their hurtful words aside. Nobody’s opinion of her mattered more to her than Jack’s.
“Go away. I can shower by myself.”
Though it wasn’t easy, Jack ignored the pain and doubt reflected in her whiskey eyes. Now was not the time to coddle her. Before she could grasp his intentions, he had her bent over the counter, one arm holding her shoulders down, the other flipping up his shirt and descending hard and fast on her tender buttocks.
“I expect you to obey me when I give you an order, Morgan.” Two swats landed on her ass, raising an instant red hue. “And to trust me not only with your body, but your feelings.”
Morgan cursed and struggled against his hold even as lust spiked quick and hot with each smack of his hand. Her position heightened her vulnerability, but having her bare ass as the sole object of his attention excited her, the two combined sensations leaving her shaking with both humiliation and need. With a few well-placed smacks, he elicited a burning pain encompassing her whole backside, one that bled into pleasure so fast it made her head spin. Her pussy grew damp with embarrassing arousal and her struggles soon ceased, replaced by the involuntary lifting of her hips for each well placed erotic slap. Her curses switched to moans, her gasps of pain to whimpers of pleasure.
“I’m sorry. Stop, please… I’ll do as you say.” And hopefully get another mind-blowing orgasm as a reward.
Jack lifted her up and turned her toward him. Holding her shoulders, he glared down at her pink, tear-streaked face. “Do you trust me, princess?”
“You know I do.”
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