Before I Fall

Chapter Fifty-eight

Morgan positioned herself properly on her knees that were on either side of him. She had to take the right position because Roman was big and he could do real damage to her womb. She heard his quick breaths, when she spat on his dick to make entering her easier, he was just as excited as she was but this moment wasn't about him. Morgan shifted the lacy material of her gold G-string to the side and lifted herself up to carefully slide down on Roman's cock, right down to the hilt. She closed her eyes and didn't hold back her loud groan at the blissful feeling of him inside her pussy again. In fact, she wanted to cry. Damn him for making her wait so long!

It felt like having your favourite cold drink on a hot summer day, the first lick of your favourite ice cream or coming from work to take a nice shit in the comfort of your own home. It was that good. She had to lift herself off him again just to slowly feel every thick vein as she slid down on him again with her wet pearl.

"Morgan, don't-" Roman began, ruining her moment but her newly discovered lightening reflexes made her hand slapped his mouth shut and kept it there.

"Shut the fuck up! Don't you dare say another word." Morgan shouted in a menacing voice.

His eyes suddenly began glowing a bright yellow but Morgan was too horny to care. She rode him with desperation while her hand was still clasped over his mouth. The intensity in his eyes grew as Morgan used his shoulder for support when she grounded her clit against him. Her pace increased, her waist moving in a circular motion but the jiggling of her bare ass made her feel incomplete and Morgan wanted his hands on it to remove the stain Baldy had left. Removing her hand from his mouth, Morgan in turn grabbed his right and left hand in both of hers and smacked them simultaneously on her bottom like he'd done before. All felt right in the world again the moment she did that, it was as if Bartley had never touched her. Roman's eyes burned into hers and she somehow knew what he was thinking. He was enjoying this. She bounced on his cock harder and harder each time, leaning in to connect their foreheads.

"I hate you." Morgan whispered to him but it sounded of anything but hate. Lips barely a centimeter from each other, their breaths commingled and Morgan soaked him in and she was pretty sure he was doing the same.

"I hate you so fucking much." She whispered again then kissed him hard until they were both starving for air again. Inside their little cabin felt hot and sweat coated both their faces. Roman instinctively squeezed the globes of her bottom and Morgan's pace quickened even more.

Morgan rode him maniacally, she could feel him all the way up in her lungs and she had a hard time breathing. She wanted him to remember what he had been missing out on all those times when he was with his whores, when in fact he should have been with her. Also, for the time he almost killed her, when they should have been making love. Morgan wanted to punish him for his sins so she ripped off the ascot he wore and threw it behind her. Her jaw hardened as she gripped his neck tightly as if she wanted to squeeze every ounce of life out of him. She pushed him further back into the seat as she took her pleasure and released her hatred, impaling her pussy on his dick over and over again until her legs almost gave out. Roman didn't retaliate, he accepted whatever she did to him while keeping a firm hold on her soft behind. The car rocked as it drove along and she'd flip them all on their heads if it meant she got what she wanted.

"Don't come. This is only for me." she said against his lips and his low pants were the only confirmation that he understood.

She hated that he looked so handsome. She hated that no matter what she did, he still had hold on her. She hated that she wasn't all he wanted. However, she could feel her release coming. Her movements became frantic as she held on to his shoulder for dear life. Right there! She was going to come.