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Unsubstantial
AJ Alexander
Theo Fitzwilliam has finally gotten the one thing he has always wanted -love. However, a secret yet again threatens everything he holds dear.
1
“Just because you made them doesn’t mean you can hoard them all,” I grumble at Morgan from the other side of the kitchen island, dropping myself down into the chair with a thump.
“Stop pouting like a baby! I’m not hoarding anything; these are for my parents. I won’t be able to bake while I’m at home thi
s time around and these are my father’s favorite.”
I stop pouting, remembering that the two of us will be apart for the first time in almost six months, the idea doesn’t make me happy in the slightest. “You have until I get to the count of ten to be in the proper position next to the bed.”
The playfulness has left my tone, “Yes, Sir.” Morgan places the half-packed container of Italian sugar cookies on the counter and saunters down the hallway to our room. Our room. Just saying that to myself brings a smile to my lips.
I swipe a cookie off the counter and place it into my mouth, the flaky crust melts on my tongue. I reach up and begin to loosen my tie, remembering everything that has led to this very moment. Heading down the hallway toward our room, looking inside every few rooms, I am reminded of all the mistakes and tears that were shed on our road to finding one another. Our love story wasn’t an easy one, but in the end, it was worth it because of what we now have.
Cookie and I were meant to be together from the moment I set eyes on her, but it took losing her to realize life wasn’t worth living without her. To me, she is everything, the perfect angel that would be corrupted by the darkness that I hid deep inside me. What I didn’t know was that same darkness that I wanted to keep hidden, was the one thing she craved.
Morgan has always had a wild side and the desperate need to let loose and be tamed, but she had no one she trusted enough to give over the control too—until she met me. I almost lost that trust as I let my past dictate my future, but a swift kick in the ass from my cousin Taylor, gave Morgan and I something we both desperately needed, freedom.
I shake my head and focus back on the present, pushing the door open to find Morgan kneeling beside our bed. Back straight, eyes cast down and her hair swept up in an intricate knot at the nape of her neck. Even after all this time, her beauty takes my breath away. I quickly unbutton my shirt, reaching my hand down and gripping just below her chin.
“Your willingness to please me makes me so happy.” I silently beg her to lift her chin, but she doesn’t. Never moving a muscle, the perfect submissive inside the bedroom, but only inside the bedroom.
“So willing to follow my every command when we are inside these walls, but once we cross this threshold, you will do anything to defy me. Won’t you?” I pull her head back by her hair, devouring her mouth with mine. Pouring out all my frustration and anger at our impending separation.
I know Morgan has no desire to be away from me for an entire two weeks, but there are things that must be done in preparation for her best friend, Rachael’s, wedding. I also have a multi-million-dollar company to run.
Once I release my mouth from her lips, I continue down the right side of her neck. Nipping and sucking the sensitive skin as I make my way toward her breast.
“I’m sorry,” she whispers gently, her eyelashes flutter against my cheek as she tries to hold back her emotions. It’s at that moment, the tender hold on my remaining control snaps.
I grip her under her arms, toss her onto the large king-size bed in front of me before ripping off my shirt and prowling up the bed. I cover her body with mine, grinding my hardening cock against her leg.
Morgan stifles her moan by biting my shoulder while grinding her pussy into my leg. I shove my knee up, feeling her wetness begin to soak through my pants. Sitting back on my knees, I reach down and unbutton my suit pants. Her eyes zero in on my zipper, as I slowly pull it down releasing my cock from the confines of my pants.
“Please,” she begs, panting as she leans closer almost drooling with the desire to have my cock between her lips. Without a second thought, I grip the back of her neck, shoving my cock between her waiting lips.
“You want me to fuck your mouth with my cock, don’t you? You need it, just as much as I need you to do it.” I piston my hips back and forth, her saliva dripping down my cock pooling at the base of my pants. I look down at her face, eyes watering and have never seen anything more beautiful in my entire life.
“Cookie, although I would love nothing more than to shoot my cum down your throat and have you lick me clean. I need inside that pussy. I need all those inbred country hicks to know you are mine.”
She releases my cock from her mouth and leans back waiting for further instructions. Not one movement or sound, just waiting for me to tell her what to do next. “Turn around.” I step off the bed and kick off my shoes, followed by my socks and my suit pants.
“Spread your pussy lips for me, I want to see what’s mine.” Morgan reaches back and spreads her lips, her pink flesh is calling me, but I wait patiently.
Some people may call it torture, but I know a command is what she needs. “Finger yourself. I’m going to fuck you. Hard and fast, I want you to be ready for me. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” She moans out the phrase as her two fingers slowly plunge into her core. She pushes them in and out, slowly.
“Faster.” I reach for my cock, gathering my pre-cum at the tip and begin to stroke back and forth in time with her fingers. My balls begin to pull up signaling my need for release.
I take a step forward, pulling her fingers from her pussy. I suck them deep into my mouth, licking them clean, both of us moan in the process. I give her engorged clit a flick with my tongue for good measure before slamming into her pussy.