And then Jack finger-fucked her from behind, his hands slipping between her legs and her buttocks to delve deeply into both orifices. With Marc’s lips back on her nipples and his fingers joining Jack’s between her legs, they both brought her to another quick, stunning peak that rivaled the first one for intensity.
Exhausted and sated from sensory overload, her mind still in an orgasm-induced fog, she never noticed when the men released her and Jack carried her to a chair, cuddling her on his lap. She barely remembered drinking a bottle of water he practically poured down her throat before being carried upstairs and tucked into bed.
Morgan fell asleep alone, but woke when Jack joined her several hours later. Feeling him pull her next to his hard body, she had no trouble falling back asleep.
* * *
Being careful, Jack picked up Morgan’s left hand, raised it above her head, and attached the wrist cuff, pleased she had not woken yet. She had climaxed so beautifully last night while restrained, he wanted to see her do it again and again. Damn if she hadn’t surpassed all his hopes already, not only enjoying his sexual preferences, but embracing them with wholehearted enthusiasm despite her obvious discomfort with her naked body. Her soft moan when she shifted as he cuffed her right wrist had his cock stirring. Since he’d refrained from taking her again last night, he was more than ready to feel her tight sheath clasping his cock again. But first, he needed to finish binding her. Gently lifting her left leg, he wrapped a larger cuff around her thigh and tightened the strap, leaving her leg bent and pulled to the side. After doing the same with her right leg, he sat back and viewed his handiwork. Knees bent and spread, hips lifted, she lay open and ready for his use.
Running his hands over her legs, he bent down and took a slow lick up her seam, eliciting another soft moan from her. “Wake up, princess. It’s time to play.” Using his thumbs, he pulled her smooth folds further apart, revealing the pink, wet walls of her pussy. “You’re so pretty, Morgan, pretty enough to eat.” Another deep stroke of his tongue had her eyes flying open and her hips jerking against his mouth. Chuckling, he murmured, “There you are,” before diving back in to feast on her succulent flesh.
Morgan woke to the torturous sensations of Jack’s mouth between her legs, his beard rasping against her tender skin, and instinctively tried to lower her arms to grasp him anywhere she could. When she couldn’t budge, her arousal spiked even higher, her hips jerking against his face. Who would have thought being rendered immobile during sex could be so exciting? When his fingers joined his tongue in her pussy, she strained harder toward his mouth, whimpering in frustration and unfulfilled need. “Jack, master, please.”
Jack looked up at her lush breasts as they jiggled with her failed efforts then at her flushed face. “I like hearing you beg almost as much as I like hearing you come. Come for me now, Morgan.”
“Oh, God.”
He gave her no time to take a breath before delving inside her again, getting down to using his tongue, teeth, and fingers to bring her to a shattering climax. The strong suction of his lips on her clit had her shaking, the small bite of his teeth had her screaming, and the deep strokes of his fingers had her coming apart over and over until she couldn’t tell when one orgasm stopped and another began.
Moving up her slick body, he stopped to suckle her hard little nipples before taking her mouth in a deep kiss. Morgan tasted herself on his tongue as she kissed him back with greedy fervor, forgetting to breathe as their lips dueled for possession. Moaning into his mouth, she licked every essence of herself from his tongue before doing the same with his lips, loving the feel of his whiskers against her cheeks.
“You’ve got a very talented tongue, princess. Why don’t you show me what else you can do with it?”
Smiling, she replied, “I’d love to,” before opening her mouth to reciprocate the pleasure he had given her.
Jack straddled her face, grabbed the headboard between her restrained arms, and dipped his cock into her mouth, cursing as her lips wrapped around him and her tongue explored every inch of his dick. Careful not to go too deep, he took shallow dips in and out of her mouth, the strong suction of her cheeks and coaxing swirls of her tongue around his girth coming close to making him come right then. “Fuck, you’re good at this. I’d be jealous if I wasn’t enjoying your obvious exp
erience so much.”
Morgan could have told him she had very little experience in giving head simply because she had never cared for the act before now. But, as with everything else he had done with and to her, she discovered there was little she couldn’t imagine enjoying with Jack. His cock was big, both in length and width, and filled her mouth almost to the point of discomfort. She liked learning the taste and the feel of every hard ridge. When he pulled up again, she tightened her clasped lips around the plum-shaped head and sucked it like a lollipop, drawing another curse from Jack. Pre-come coated her tongue, and she lapped it up, disappointed when he pulled away from her before she got 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 replied, his voice gruff as he shoved his cock into her pussy. “Right now I need to fuck you.”
“Oh, okay,” she gasped, accepting his forceful, deep thrusts inside her with eager lifts of her hips, the leather straps biting into her thighs adding to the onslaught of sensations spiraling out of control.
“Shit, I’m not going to last. You feel too fucking good. Come with me,” he demanded, reaching down to press her clit even harder against his pummeling cock, making her cry out as she soaked his cock with her come. “Yes.” Taking her mouth with as much ruthless intent as he took her body, he pounded into her, his cock filling her womb with his seed.
When he reached up to release her arms, Morgan clasped them around his sweat-slick back, loving the feel of his large hard body moving 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 gave in to temptation and took 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 toward 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 at the bright red hand print on her butt, he itched to add a matching one to her other cheek, but held back. “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.”
* * *
Sitting in front of the windows with a cup of tea an hour later, the abrupt ringing of her cell phone interrupted her peaceful solitude. “Hello, mother,” she answered in resignation, bracing herself for another lecture.
“Morgan, I just found out you’re with Jack Sinclair, that roughneck boy who used to work for us,” Kathleen greeted her in a snide tone.
“He’s not nor has he ever been a roughneck, 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 your lonely neglected little girl, she was tempted to say.
“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.”