I’d write that kind of stuff ! I’m Christian!” I gave them my most holier than thou look.
“We shouldn’t talk that way in front of company.”
I regarded J ohn’s stern admonishment with a light laugh. “Oh come on Jed , it was just a joke, I didn’t use any bad words.”
“ Natasha. We don’t talk that way in mixed company . ”
I shrugged off the derogative reiteration and hid my snicker behind my cup. “Fine by me , I know you like keeping stuff like that private . I’ll go check on my kids, yall don’t forget about these ones in here.”
I hurried to the back and hid with the rest of the crew for the final stretch of visit. If John had a problem with my absence, he’d have to answer why he was allowed to be a social asshole and I wasn’t.
Well that was fun.
Chapter Nine
I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot, waiting for Morgan. I screamed at the sharp knock on the passenger window. Oh God, it was him. I hit the door lock and he got in. The smell of his cologne hit me between the legs, as did his smile. “You made it.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Sam is with the kids.”
“How’s his baseball coming?”
“Oh, very good, he loves it.” I gripped the steering wheel and chewed my lip.
He s t ud ied me until my heart raced. “You look beautiful.” He reached and slid a finger over my nipple, drawing a whimper.
“ Mmm , you did as I said.” His gaze lowered to my legs where my skirt stopped. “Panties?”
I shook my head, trying to calm down.
“Put your back against the door.”
Looking around, I did as he said.
“Show me.”
T he parking lot light ten feet away cast darkness on the entire right side of his face. I opened my legs and he angled his head.
He leaned and caressed my aching folds , then stroked the slit between, letting his finger barely dip in. “You’re wet.”
My light moan came on a breath a t hearing his satisfied , knowing tone .
He sucked his middle finger and returned to carefully w ork it inside me. The fullness between my legs intensified at hearing the sound his finger teasing its way in. Morgan let out a low hiss , looking from my face to my pussy, as though wanting to see how hot I was.
Very hot. I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and the seat with the other.
“Play with your nipples for me now. I want you to make them hard and tall, make it hot in your clit.”
Feeling drunk with desire, I pulled the elastic top down just below my breasts and began rolling my nipples, until they hard ened. My clit throbbed w ith heat now, my moans incessant and desperate for more .
He turned in his seat and reached with his other hand. He nudged his index finger between my lips and found my throbbing clit.
“Yes, yes.” I wiggled my ass on the seat.
“ Mmm , you want it?”
“Yes. I want it. Please make it hot.”
He groaned, wiggling his other finger deep before pulling it out and driving it back in. I threw my head back and gasped. So good.
“I like fingering you this way. Your pussy is so wet.” He moved his finger in and out of me rapidly, moaning at the noises it made.
“Pretend my tongue is right here.” H e tickled his finger over my clit.
God, yes, I could do that.
“Damn, you look nice like this. Squeezing my finger so tight. ” He thrust in deep and flicked.
My head lolled against the driver window , my breath coming faster .
He scooted closer and claimed a nipple with his mouth, turning the heat up in my clit.
I arched into his mouth, feeling my orgasm. “I’m going to come , ” I cried .
“Do it.” He sucked my nipple firmly, let it pop from his lips then strobe licked it. “I want to kiss you while you come,” he breathed, jabbing his finger rapidly in and out of me.
“I’m coming…Morgan, I’m…oh yes.”
“ Kiss me, ” he demanded.
I latched a hand on his neck and jerked his lips to mine, pumping into his hand while the orgasm rocked me. I cried out in his mouth, while he moaned his encouragement, ni pping
“We shouldn’t talk that way in front of company.”
I regarded J ohn’s stern admonishment with a light laugh. “Oh come on Jed , it was just a joke, I didn’t use any bad words.”
“ Natasha. We don’t talk that way in mixed company . ”
I shrugged off the derogative reiteration and hid my snicker behind my cup. “Fine by me , I know you like keeping stuff like that private . I’ll go check on my kids, yall don’t forget about these ones in here.”
I hurried to the back and hid with the rest of the crew for the final stretch of visit. If John had a problem with my absence, he’d have to answer why he was allowed to be a social asshole and I wasn’t.
Well that was fun.
Chapter Nine
I sat in the Wal-Mart parking lot, waiting for Morgan. I screamed at the sharp knock on the passenger window. Oh God, it was him. I hit the door lock and he got in. The smell of his cologne hit me between the legs, as did his smile. “You made it.”
I nodded. “Yeah. Sam is with the kids.”
“How’s his baseball coming?”
“Oh, very good, he loves it.” I gripped the steering wheel and chewed my lip.
He s t ud ied me until my heart raced. “You look beautiful.” He reached and slid a finger over my nipple, drawing a whimper.
“ Mmm , you did as I said.” His gaze lowered to my legs where my skirt stopped. “Panties?”
I shook my head, trying to calm down.
“Put your back against the door.”
Looking around, I did as he said.
“Show me.”
T he parking lot light ten feet away cast darkness on the entire right side of his face. I opened my legs and he angled his head.
He leaned and caressed my aching folds , then stroked the slit between, letting his finger barely dip in. “You’re wet.”
My light moan came on a breath a t hearing his satisfied , knowing tone .
He sucked his middle finger and returned to carefully w ork it inside me. The fullness between my legs intensified at hearing the sound his finger teasing its way in. Morgan let out a low hiss , looking from my face to my pussy, as though wanting to see how hot I was.
Very hot. I gripped the steering wheel with one hand and the seat with the other.
“Play with your nipples for me now. I want you to make them hard and tall, make it hot in your clit.”
Feeling drunk with desire, I pulled the elastic top down just below my breasts and began rolling my nipples, until they hard ened. My clit throbbed w ith heat now, my moans incessant and desperate for more .
He turned in his seat and reached with his other hand. He nudged his index finger between my lips and found my throbbing clit.
“Yes, yes.” I wiggled my ass on the seat.
“ Mmm , you want it?”
“Yes. I want it. Please make it hot.”
He groaned, wiggling his other finger deep before pulling it out and driving it back in. I threw my head back and gasped. So good.
“I like fingering you this way. Your pussy is so wet.” He moved his finger in and out of me rapidly, moaning at the noises it made.
“Pretend my tongue is right here.” H e tickled his finger over my clit.
God, yes, I could do that.
“Damn, you look nice like this. Squeezing my finger so tight. ” He thrust in deep and flicked.
My head lolled against the driver window , my breath coming faster .
He scooted closer and claimed a nipple with his mouth, turning the heat up in my clit.
I arched into his mouth, feeling my orgasm. “I’m going to come , ” I cried .
“Do it.” He sucked my nipple firmly, let it pop from his lips then strobe licked it. “I want to kiss you while you come,” he breathed, jabbing his finger rapidly in and out of me.
“I’m coming…Morgan, I’m…oh yes.”
“ Kiss me, ” he demanded.
I latched a hand on his neck and jerked his lips to mine, pumping into his hand while the orgasm rocked me. I cried out in his mouth, while he moaned his encouragement, ni pping
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