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wrapped her lips around the engorged head of
his hard cock. His body moved on its own, pushing forward to slide
deeper into her mouth. She felt his deep moan of pleasure against
her own body as his mouth found her pink center.
His
strong hands wrapped around her thighs, opening her legs enough to
run his tongue along her soft skin, then back to the hardened area
that he planned to enjoy for as long as he could.
Her
hand moved along his length slowly, squeezing as she reached her own
lips that were surrounding his thickness. Wet lips moved along his
shaft, pulling him further into her mouth with each tiny movement of
her head. Her own pleasure growing out of control as she felt his
hot tongue moving over her in a heightened rhythm that told her that
he was just as close as she was.
“Let
me in!” The banging on the front door, and the sound of Cory
turning the locked door handle, broke the near avalanche of passion
between the two.
“Fuck!”
Tyler pulled away quickly and threw his oversized shirt toward
Morgan. “I'm so sorry.” He wiped the wet evidence from
his mouth and pulled on his jeans as Morgan found her legs and made
her way to the bathroom.
The
bathroom warranted another 'oh my God' from her lips. It had the
fireplace he spoke of and an enormous jacuzzi tub that made Morgan
regret not taking him up on the previous offer, at the same time as
being grateful. After all, she wouldn't have received that glorious
preview if she had passed out in the tub. Her attention was brought
back to reality when she heard Tyler's voice echoing through the
living room.
“Shit!
I completely forgot!” Morgan wondered what the large man had
forgotten to do, but she hoped whatever it was wouldn't take long.
Morgan wrapped the shirt around her body, not caring to button it up
and pressed her ear against the door to get a better listen.
“You've
got to help me, bro. The storm is coming in,” she heard Cory
explain. The storm is coming in? Morgan walked over to the
window and peered outside. It looked as if the storm were already in
full throttle, as she couldn't even see one foot out of the window.
If that wasn't the storm, she hated to think about what was coming.
“Ow!”
Morgan jumped back as Tyler slammed the door open, smacking her hard
in the shoulder.
“Sorry,
Morgan. I have to go help Cory.” She nodded, pulling the
flannel closer around her body. The temperature was dropping, she
could feel it. Tyler continued, “yeah, it's getting colder,”
he seemed to understand. “We don't use traditional heating,
hence all the fireplaces and wood burning stoves and they're all out
of wood up there. Remember earlier when I said I was cutting wood?
Yeah, I forgot to take some over there,” he pointed out the
window toward the bigger house, then ran his hand over his short
hair. Morgan nodded again, then hugged him tightly. She was sure he
was used to snow storms, but it was scary and new for her.
“Be
careful. How long will it take so I know when I have to come looking
for you?” Morgan managed a smile, but the thought of him going
out there made her nervous.
“I
don't know, maybe an hour. Cory is in the garage, loading up the wood
now. Shouldn't take long. Get yourself a bath and when I come back,
we'll pick up right where we left off.” He gave her a quick
kiss, then went back to the living room to put on the rest of his
clothing. Morgan looked outside again and sighed. He'll be fine, she reassured herself.
When
she heard the front door shut, she tip-toed across the cool floor,
back to the living room where her bags were. She grabbed the zebra
print bag and her smallest bag, then wheeled them back into the warm
bathroom. The fire was going out, so before she turned on the water,
Morgan grabbed several logs from a pile in the corner and threw them
on top of the glowing logs already in place. “There. That
should do the trick.” She hoped she hadn't thrown too many in
there, but in her world, it could never be
his hard cock. His body moved on its own, pushing forward to slide
deeper into her mouth. She felt his deep moan of pleasure against
her own body as his mouth found her pink center.
His
strong hands wrapped around her thighs, opening her legs enough to
run his tongue along her soft skin, then back to the hardened area
that he planned to enjoy for as long as he could.
Her
hand moved along his length slowly, squeezing as she reached her own
lips that were surrounding his thickness. Wet lips moved along his
shaft, pulling him further into her mouth with each tiny movement of
her head. Her own pleasure growing out of control as she felt his
hot tongue moving over her in a heightened rhythm that told her that
he was just as close as she was.
“Let
me in!” The banging on the front door, and the sound of Cory
turning the locked door handle, broke the near avalanche of passion
between the two.
“Fuck!”
Tyler pulled away quickly and threw his oversized shirt toward
Morgan. “I'm so sorry.” He wiped the wet evidence from
his mouth and pulled on his jeans as Morgan found her legs and made
her way to the bathroom.
The
bathroom warranted another 'oh my God' from her lips. It had the
fireplace he spoke of and an enormous jacuzzi tub that made Morgan
regret not taking him up on the previous offer, at the same time as
being grateful. After all, she wouldn't have received that glorious
preview if she had passed out in the tub. Her attention was brought
back to reality when she heard Tyler's voice echoing through the
living room.
“Shit!
I completely forgot!” Morgan wondered what the large man had
forgotten to do, but she hoped whatever it was wouldn't take long.
Morgan wrapped the shirt around her body, not caring to button it up
and pressed her ear against the door to get a better listen.
“You've
got to help me, bro. The storm is coming in,” she heard Cory
explain. The storm is coming in? Morgan walked over to the
window and peered outside. It looked as if the storm were already in
full throttle, as she couldn't even see one foot out of the window.
If that wasn't the storm, she hated to think about what was coming.
“Ow!”
Morgan jumped back as Tyler slammed the door open, smacking her hard
in the shoulder.
“Sorry,
Morgan. I have to go help Cory.” She nodded, pulling the
flannel closer around her body. The temperature was dropping, she
could feel it. Tyler continued, “yeah, it's getting colder,”
he seemed to understand. “We don't use traditional heating,
hence all the fireplaces and wood burning stoves and they're all out
of wood up there. Remember earlier when I said I was cutting wood?
Yeah, I forgot to take some over there,” he pointed out the
window toward the bigger house, then ran his hand over his short
hair. Morgan nodded again, then hugged him tightly. She was sure he
was used to snow storms, but it was scary and new for her.
“Be
careful. How long will it take so I know when I have to come looking
for you?” Morgan managed a smile, but the thought of him going
out there made her nervous.
“I
don't know, maybe an hour. Cory is in the garage, loading up the wood
now. Shouldn't take long. Get yourself a bath and when I come back,
we'll pick up right where we left off.” He gave her a quick
kiss, then went back to the living room to put on the rest of his
clothing. Morgan looked outside again and sighed. He'll be fine, she reassured herself.
When
she heard the front door shut, she tip-toed across the cool floor,
back to the living room where her bags were. She grabbed the zebra
print bag and her smallest bag, then wheeled them back into the warm
bathroom. The fire was going out, so before she turned on the water,
Morgan grabbed several logs from a pile in the corner and threw them
on top of the glowing logs already in place. “There. That
should do the trick.” She hoped she hadn't thrown too many in
there, but in her world, it could never be
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