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Bucky’s POV
Bucky and Agent Morgan were pretending to have a decent discussion at the hotel bar. They were supposed to be undercover as a couple on one of the most beautiful islands in the Caribbean.
Aruba.
It wasn’t really their first undercover mission and they knew how to function like a good team without too much trouble. Fury hadn’t taken the chance to pair either of them with another person because it was a sensitive mission.
Whatever it meant.
Fury and the rest of the agency had a weird concept of what a sensitive mission was. Taking a dictator out or trying to steal vital information didn’t really count as “sensitive” but scouting islands to find a scammer was.
They both never complained. They were mostly sent to tropical places because Morgan was a “connoisseur” of tropical islands.
They were a good team. A perfect team, Bucky would say to the Avengers when they grilled him.
And because they were like barnacles on his shell, Bucky could never really lie to them. Plus, Natasha loved to repeat his words and twist them. So Bucky had to be extra careful not to say things that would come back biting his ass. He also didn’t need to be subjected to Steve's puppy eyes or Clint's invasive questions. No. Plus it was true. Agent Morgan and he really worked well together.
Although, when it came to outside of the work they didn’t really talk much. Not that they’d avoid each other. They were both expert in their lanes and they were really busy.
Actually, Bucky didn’t really know her name, nor where she came from or if she had family. She never really answered questions about herself and never tried to pry info from him. Granted, everyone knew who he was. They even knew what had happened to him with Hydra. One would think that it’d be common courtesy to share some private infos. Especially when you liked your coworkers.
He frowned and peeked above his drink. It’s not that he did have feelings for her. Morgan was a rash in the middle of his back that he couldn’t scratch. Or barely reach. So he experienced mid pleasure in a sea of pain. Bucky didn’t really like her. She loved to keep him on his toes, she never conceded anything and always wanted to have the last word.
The last person who got on his nerves…Bucky narrowed his eyes. Well, he couldn’t remember since no one dared to approach him or try to fuck with him, but still. What was her goal? Did she think if she was hard to get he’d come crawling to her feet. He already did…not that he would admit that to anyone. It happened during their last "mission". She had tried to see how long she could tease him and deny him a climax, and he had begged her.
Bucky grimaced.
“Why are you staring at me like that, J’. Did I piss in your cheerios?”
Bucky’s eyes reduced to two slits. Which meant that he could barely make out the lines of her body. But one had to suffer to look menacing.
“You are ridiculous, you know?” She took a bit of her toast and looked around, smiling when people looked at her. When her eyes came back to him, she slapped him “playfully” with her napkin. “Stop that, J’. I don’t know what kind of fucked up thoughts your swiss cheese of a brain concocted but you need to rebuke it.”
Bucky huffed and leaned back. He still had to touch the food and to participate in her one-side discussion. She won’t win this one.
Morgan sighed and rolled her eyes.
“Is it because of last mission?”
Bucky didn’t answer, or change his demeanor. Morgan sipped her drink and waved at a child who was passing by.
“I didn’t peg you for a sore loser.” She didn’t try to hide her smile. Nor her amusement.
He had a perfect memory and he’d never forget the limp he had when he came back to the Tower. He would never forget how good of an actor he’d been as he explained to the team that they had to fight someone and he jumped out of a building which caused this limp. He had managed not to blush, nor break in front of Nat’s inquisitive eyes.
He had a dignity.
Also, Bucky didn’t really want to them to know that he’d beg to get pegged six ways to Sunday and that every of his nerves had been lit on fire by a woman whose name he didn’t know. His mind may have been scrambled by Hydra but Morgan had carved her name, which he still didn’t know, somewhere in his soul. Only a night with her and she’d trained him like a dog.
He went back to squinting at her, trying really hard to scare her.
“You liked it and you know it, J’’ She leaned forward, her fingers inching closer to him. “You liked it when I bent you over and…”
Bucky tried his hardest to maintain eye contact with her and failed when her nails scratched his palm. He hissed slowly. He didn’t know why. It wasn’t really painful and he’d live through worse.
No. Definitely not the worse.
Unless last time when she scratched slowly the sensitive part of his thighs up to his dick. He hadn’t liked that. He remembered clearly begging for her to let go. And she refused.
Bucky didn’t know why he was so addicted to her. Maybe it was a leftover from Hydra. It wasn’t a secret that he was fucked up. Only a fucked up person could-
“If we finish sooner than planned, I’d test my theory.”
Bucky didn’t move his hand. Not because she had a weird power over his senses or that he felt the ghost of her coffin shaped nails on the tip of his dick. It had hurt so much…he’d never cummed that much.
He forced himself to concentrate.
“Which theory? And why do you think I’d let you approach me?” He said, coldly.
She leaned back, her hand was still on his. “How many cocks can you take?” She asked casually.
Bucky’s left eye twitched. It was a common thing when he was with her. He had even seen a doctor about that. The verdict was not surprising, there was nothing wrong with him.
“How many holes do I have?” He replied, still cold. He knew he shouldn’t play along. She was a master at a game she created and he was still learning the rules. There was no way he’d win.
“I think you can take up to 4,” she continued as if he didn’t say anything.
“4?” He spluttered.
“Are you okay, Sir?”
They both looked up to the waitress, who looked concerned.
“Yes, I’m-.”
“No, actually he isn’t,” Morgan cut him off. The waitress turned her head toward her. “Can we have some water please?”
Morgan’s eyes stayed stuck on the waitress who was now speechless. Relief couldn’t summarize how he felt. He wasn’t the only one the she-devil could charmed.
He’d have to look up who she was when they’d be back. If Fury had hidden that she could enchant people, Bucky would blow a fuse. Or break a table or two.
“The water that you-you have doesn’t suit you?” The waitress asked, blushing profusely.
They had enough water to quench a few people’s thirst. Bucky didn’t even talk about the quality of the water. Divine and refreshing.
Morgan giggled and pushed a few of her braids on her back, revealing her neck and more importantly the swell of her breasts which couldn’t be contained in this simulacrum of bikinis.
He didn’t even know how her boobs could be held. They were definitely not secured. She just had to jump and everyone around her would be blessed.
The waitress fell into the trap. Her eyes grew wider and she lightly gaped at the revealed cleavage.
Morgan played the next part like a pro. She threw her head back, seemingly laughing at something. It wasn’t clear at and for what. Bucky had like buzzing noise in his head. It wasn’t clear what was truly happen.
“Silly me,” she said, at last. Morgan stood up, standing tall and close to the waitress, whose mouth was still open. She whipped out of nowhere a card and pressed it in the waitress hand.
Without a word, she spun around and walked toward the entrance of the hotel. “J’ come!” She ordered, without looking back.
Before Bucky could fully process the order, he jumped to his feet and ran after her.
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Emilie didn’t know what she was doing there. Standing in front of the hotel room of two perfect strangers. After her work, she went back home and tried to relax. Well…it didn’t work. She had been tempted to use her favorite sextoy but the images of the two strangers kept popping in her head.
She bit her lips and looked around her. What was she doing here? It wasn’t like her to follow two strangers to their hotel room. It wasn’t worth the risk. They could be traffickers, smugglers or simply two horny tourists who wanted to have sex with a local.
She grimaced. Her hand dropped to her side and she fidgeted with the card the other woman gave her.
“Are you going to knock or…?”
Emilie jumped out of the way, fists raised in front of her.
“At ease soldier, I just wanted to get into my room.”
She stumbled over an apology and tried to look unashamed. Her blush didn’t help. The other woman kept her distance and had the decency not to mock her.
“It’s my fault. I should have known after I tried to call you that you were lost in your thoughts. Did you want something?”
Em’ knew that it was her moment. She could make up an excuse and go before she’d probably fall in bed with two extremely fuckable people.
“If you want you, can still go…or you can come in the room.” She cocked her head to the side and smiled softly. Her candid act didn’t erase how small she made her feel. “I should have been clearer. There is no obligation. At any moment you want to stop, you say the word, and we’ll back off.”
Emilie released her breath and nodded. She felt on the edge. Her entire body was thrumming with anticipation. It wouldn’t be the first time someone lied to get what they wanted and it won’t be the first.
“Where is the other guy?” She was proud that her voice wasn’t trembling.
“In the room, probably sleeping.” She opened the door. And sure enough, Emilie could see the other man sleeping on his front. “Also, the name is Morgan and his is James.”
“I’m Emilie.”
“I know,” Morgan replied with a smirk. She entered the room and let enough space for Emilie to walk in while brushing her.
“How?” Emilie asked gingerly. Morgan’s body was pressed against her and she had to enter sideways, facing Morgan. Her boobs brushed hers and she looked away from her intense stare. “I work for a spy agency. You know the drill, right?”
She snorted and shook her head. “Yeah, if you tell me the truth you’ll have to kill me.”
“You don’t believe I could be a spy?”
Emilie glanced at the other woman and ended up staring. Morgan was…taking off her clothes. Well, more like her only clothe. Her long dress glided down her body. She stepped over it and walked toward Morgan.
Ok. It was quicker than she thought. She…
“Breath.”
“What?!” she asked startled.
“You need to breath. I’m not going to jump on you, I need a shower.” Morgan grabbed Emilie’s hands in hers and massaged her palms. “You’ll take care of James first then we’ll get on to the bathroom for a quick wash and finally we’ll get back to James. You’re okay with my plan?” Morgan asked softly. Her face was so close to hers. She could smell her minty breath and the tip of her nose grazing her own.
“Ok.” She whispered.
Emilie expected Morgan to step back and give her some distance to think. She didn’t expect Morgan to close the distance and kiss her softly. Just a few pecks on her lips, until she bit her lower lip making her gasp. Emilie had been like a live wire the entire day and the tension was getting harder to fight. She wanted to moan and beg. She wanted Morgan’s hand to touch her clit and rub it until she came. She wanted to suck James dick and let Morgan eat her out or the other way.
Fuck. Emilie hadn’t felt this horny in a long time.
She let Morgan play with her tongue and let her press one of her legs against her pelvis. Emilie gasped, feeling the zing of pleasure travel through her body. Her own hands where on Morgan’s waist, grasping her tightly. She didn’t know what to do with them and felt totally inexperienced.
Morgan moved her leg against her groin, up and down and deepen the kiss. She pushed her tongue in her mouth. What had been closed mouth kisses turned into something steamy and wet.
God…she wanted her mouth on her. She’d do anything for Morgan to eat her out right now.
As soon as the though came through her mind, Morgan’s tongue retreated and the kisses went back to chaste. Emilie wanted to curse.
“Don’t be like that, kitten, I have a plan and I never stray away from it.”
Emilie wanted to say ‘fuck the plan’, but the look on Morgan’s face stopped her. There was a dangerous glint in her whiskey orbs.
“Do you understand?”
“Yes, Morgan.”
“Great.”
Morgan leaned forward and pecked Emilie’s lips before pointing at James body. And what a fucking body. James had to be the kind of guys who went to the gym and eat 200 grams of protein everyday. Her hands itched to touch the expense of his white skin and caress the scars she could see.
Maybe Morgan had been right about being a spy. James wore a black prosthetic that looked sealed on his body. It didn’t look like anything she’d seen before. And this morning, he had used it with to hold his cup with no issues. At first glances, she even thought he’d been wearing a glove.
Emilie turned to talk to Morgan and startled when she felt her behind her. She tried to turn back.
“Don’t.” Morgan whispered in her ear. Her entire body shuddered. God, she was going to be ruined for anybody else.
Morgan’s left hand went under the hem of her shirt and opened expertly her black pants. She held breath when she clasped her hand over her panties. She massaged her through her skimpy lingeries. Emilie stifled her gasps. Fuck…it felt so good and not enough. Emilie wished she’d finger her already. She pressed her legs together to repressed her orgasm, totally forgetting about the steady hand on her.
“Please…” she whispered.
“Since you asked nicely, I’ll give you a preview of later.”
Emilie’s brain only clung to the affirmation that something good would happen. The rest of the implication flew over her head. She dropped her head on Morgan’s shoulder and widen her stance. Despite the restriction from her pants, Morgan succeeded in finding her way in her panties. The first touch of her finger on her skin got her nerves on fire. She cursed, body tensed, waiting for the moment she was waiting for.
“Are you ready?”
Morgan nodded frantic. God…If she had to beg she’ll cry. Honest to God cry with fat tears and sniffles. Morgan kissed behind her ear and proceed. One of her fingers, inched slowly between her lips and slid ever so slowly between her lips. Emilie’s legs trembled under her body and it was just shear obstinacy and Morgan’s strength that left her upright.
“Already wet, and I didn’t do anything. Yet. Just a little touch and you squirm like a virgin.” Morgan said between a few kisses on her neck. “Do you think I should let you come right now or later?”
Emilie shook her head vehemently. There was no way she’d be able to function if she didn’t come.
Morgan tsked. Her middle finger circled her clit at the same stupid pace while her other hand was preventing Emilie from moving.
“Please…”
“Did you forget my plan?”
Fuck your plan, she wanted to say but the finger on her clit made her dizzy. She could feel her orgasm build steadily and yet out of reach.
“Fuck my plan,” Morgan repeated as if the words didn’t make any sense.
Something in Emilie’s brain caught up with the tone. Cold and detached.
“I’m - “ Emilie started. The rest of her sentence ended up in a gurgle. Morgan’s fingers entered her quickly, eased by her slick. She moved them quickly in and out. Fucking her like Emilie dreamt. No more games…The sound of wetness and her moans resonating loudly in the room. Emilie didn’t even know how James could still be sleeping or if he even was asleep at all.
One of her hands grabbed the one on her waist and the other pushed pressed against the other one in her panties. The pressure was building in her lower half and reached such a…
Morgan stopped and took her fingers out. Out of her pussy. Out of her panties and pants.
Emilie wanted to…fuck! A few more tears came down her face. She’d kneel if she wanted her to. She’d do anything she wanted…
“I know sweetie. I know…” Morgan repeatedly softly in her ear. “But I have a plan remember?”
This time Emilie didn’t do the same mistake. She kept her frustration and snarky replies to herself. She still didn’t let go of Morgan. She needed some help to stay up and she needed a reminder that it wasn’t a dream.
Emilie barely tried to move. The slightest motion… the slightest pressure on her clit would make her come, but it’ll be bittersweet. She didn’t want a ruined orgasm. She wouldn’t be able to actually enjoy. She wanted the progression, the inevitability and then the freefall.
“Ok. Now let’s move on to James.” She directed them to the bed where James was staring at the ceiling, face flushed. His hands were crossed behind his head.
Even as they advanced to the bed, he didn’t turn his blue eyes on them. The only hint that he was aware of their presence was the tremor in his breath. What also surprised her was that he didn’t touch his erection. And it didn’t seem that he did while Morgan and she were previously occupied.
“James is a nice boy, you know?” Morgan pushed her on the bed. Emilie fell on her all four and crawled toward James. “I told him that if he kept his eyes on the ceiling - not one glance, or eyes closed for more than 3 seconds - he’d get a little treat before we go to the bathroom.”
The bed sinked behind Emilie. It took all of her to not look back and also not jump when Morgan scooted next to them. James still was looking at them. Now up close Emilie could see sweat glistening on his forehead and the way his arms, his entire body, was tensed. He released a deep breath and swallowed.
“Now, he is going to have his treat. And since he surprised me, I’m going to see how long he can last without moving.”
James right eye twitched and his jaw grinded.
“As for you, my kitten, you are going to blow him.” Morgan fell on her back next to James and caressed his abs. Her eyes were glued on Emily. “But here’s the thing. I like to play. He loves my games and you’ll love it too.” Her fingers danced closer to James erection. Her other hand brandished a knife. She pressed it on the boxer and let the material gave out Bucky’s skin. She pressed the flat side of the knife on the still clothed erection and smiled at Bucky’s response.
He gasped something intelligible. She cut the other side and pushed the material aside still with the blade. Emilie’s eyes didn’t…she didn’t know what was going on and a part of her wanted to run away and another part, probably not the one that got her this far in life, got more excited.
“Eyes open James. On the ceiling.” Morgan’s cold voice cut through her haze. “And you, my dear, if you get him off before you come, I’ll give you everything you want. Now, if you come before James does, he’ll wish he did.”
Morgan looked at them both and used the knife, on a dull side, to lift James erection toward Emilie.
“Let’s go, kitten.”
Emilie glanced at James and saw how tensed he was. Tears were escaping his eyes and rolling down his ears. And yet he stayed in the same position.
“If I see you get easy on him, I won’t get easy on you.” Morgan reminded her.
She wished she could tell Bucky that she was sorry. But she won’t put him first.
“Tick -“
Emilie leaned forward and swallowed James as much as she could. He was too big for her too get all of him in her but she tried her best. She bobbed her head moaning at the feels of James cock in her mouth. The velvety skin, the warmth and the taste of the precum…She tried to put her mind to the task and only the task. She couldn’t start imagining how he’d feel inside of her pussy. The stretch , the pain and pleasure…God…no. She couldn’t come before him. She couldn’t.
As if her task wasn’t hard enough, Morgan was dragging her nails on her sensitive back. Her nimble fingers were slowly making their way to her ass.
Emilie doubled her effort and sucked James sensitive tip. Her right hand fondled his balls and the left was on his shaft. James grunted and heaved. Bingo. Emilie ignore his balls and massaged just beneath — his perineum. She pressed his dick deeper into her mouth and in her throat. She couldn’t breath and her eyes were teary but she redoubled her effort. At the same time, Morgan’s hand was sliding between her lips. Emilie had to win. The moment James’ dick hit the back of her throat, this time making her gag, he came, sobbing.
Emily relaxed her throat and tried to bob her head to milk him. A firm hand grabbed her hair and pulled her off before she could do it.
“Please no!” James begged, tears rolling from his eyes. “Please, please…I beg you…”
“Shhh…it’s over James. You already came. It would be too sensitive and you won’t like it as much don’t you?” Morgan said in a soft voice. James shook his head.
“You are not too sensitive? You want her to keep going and help you?”
Bucky nodded. Morgan sat on her haunches and looked toward Emilie who stayed frozen. Morgan’s hand was still griping her hair and the pain/pleasure feeling was getting her confused. At this point, she was sure she’d come if she pulled harder. Just a bit.
“If you say so, Emilie, sweetie, sit on James’ chest facing him please.”
Morgan let go of her hair and nudged her forward. Emilie struggled to find her footing. She was unbalanced. She was promised to come and she’d get what she wanted. Maybe. Morgan positioned her so she was hovering over James face. If he were to raise his head, he’d be able to lick and…she couldn’t close her legs to control the pulse in her clit.
Morgan helped her lay on her back and rearranged her hair, so it laid all over James dick and his warm cum. Emilie raised her eyes when she heard James cussing under his breath and tensing underneath her. She felt small spur of breath on her clit and if she wasn’t already on the verge of coming, she’d be able to appreciate it.
She concentrated on her breathing and watched Morgan hold a plug. She winked at Emily when she caught her stare and disappeared from her view.
Oh.
Oh.
James laid still.
“You know it’s going in, James. So do you want it to be my way or yours.”
Morgan may not have sounded menacing, but Emily knew it was a threat. And James seemed to made his choice. He whined and relaxed his body. Emily also released a breath she didn’t know she held.
Good everything was perfectly. There was a gorgeous man crying underneath her and a mad woman controlling them. All cool.
Morgan’s face appeared above. She leaned forward and Emily instinctively closed her eyes. She didn’t expect the lips on her forehead, nose nor eyelids.
“It’s still okay?” Morgan muttered above her.
“Yup.”
“Ok. I’m sure you are going to like this part.”
Emilie should have been suspicious but she was above that. Morgan could dish whatever and she’d be fine. Scratch th-
“James eyes on the prize please. Emilie stay down.”
Morgan disappeared from her sight. There was the sound of the knife slicing her pants and the cool air on her skin. She gasped and moan when she felt something hard and round slide between her lips.
“Open your mouth, James.”
Emilie’s hands were closed by her side. She wanted…So wanted to check what was going on. She guessed Morgan used the handle of the knife and rubbed her slick and Bucky was tasting her right now. It was so…
Morgan sliced the rest of the pants and panties.
“I’d do the same to your T-shirt, but I won’t.” Morgan reappeared above Emilie. “Open it for me and pinch your nipples, sweetie.”
Emilie gulped and with trembling hands she did as she was told. The buttons of the t-shirt were hard to get open. She blessed God that Morgan wasn’t trying anything on her yet. Once the clothe was discarded, she pinched her nipples.
The immediate sensation made her arch her back and moan. Below her, James dick was coming to life.
“Please…” James begged.
“Not yet, baby boy.”
Emilie gasped and pushed against the small round object against her entrance. Morgan pushed it in and sat on her haunches.
“Now, I think that I owe Emilie her gift.” Morgan held to remotes. She looked at them, contrite.
Oh no. Please, please, please…Emilie would cry. She will if she didn’t come.
“You’ll both come don’t worry.” She sighed. “But James you implied that I didn’t satisfy you and that you needed way more to be satiated -“
“No! Please, I’m sorry.” Emilie felt more than she saw that James were looking at Morgan.
“What did I tell you earlier, James?” Morgan said in a sickly sweet tone. “Eyes on the prize. And yet here we are. Those baby blues on me.”
“Please…” James whispered broken. “Please.”
“Don’t worry. As I said, you’ll both come. But now that you broke one of my commands I have to be creative.” Morgan came closer to Emilie, leaned over her chest and sucked on her nipple.
Emily moaned deeply. Fuck it was so good. Her hands itched to press Morgan’s head onto her other nipple. Her mouth was really sinful. She bit harshly than soothed the pain with a flick of the tongue.
Again, pleasure overcame her mind and yet she didn’t come.
“Okay here is the deal.” Morgan swiped her mouth, kissed the nipple she played with and moved away. “Emily is going to come as soon as I start our little friend there. So, for every second until she comes, it’ll be 1 minute with the plug. That way you’ll be really satiated.”
Emily held her breath waiting for James response and it didn’t wait. He started thrashing under her. She almost got thrown of the bed. She held on Bucky’s legs and glanced at Morgan. She was glad she did and that she couldn’t see her because she wouldn’t be able to live with her punishment for lifting her head off.
Morgan was hovering on her knees above Bucky’s head. He was still shaking his head. She grabbed him firmly. Emily could see the strain on her. She wouldn’t be able to hold long and…Emily saw her part her lips and unceremoniously sit on his closed mouth.
“Is your head still down, kitten?”
Emilie dropped her head while Morgan was laughing.
“He still has his mouth closed and I know he can’t hold his breath for a couple of minutes. But what if…”
Emilie was about to ask when her entire body jerked.
“Fuck!” she let out.
Emilie rolled her hips as the toy vibrated comfortably against her spot. Morgan hadn’t been wrong. It won’t take long.
Heat started from her pussy and spread in the rest of her body. She grinded her hips, pushing toward James’ chin. The moment the coarse hair of his beard met her clit, she came.
Her entire body contracted under the onslaught. She closed her eyes, breathless and felt as if the world was moving to fast.
The moment she was back she noticed the toy was off. A nice reprieve. She couldn’t help but sympathize with James. She didn’t know how he’d fair with the toy still vibrating after he came.
She opened her eyes, still breathless. The vision that welcomed her was…well, it wouldn’t help her get her breath back.
Morgan was still back to her and she was riding Bucky’s face. Where Emilie was, she could see that James mouth was open and licking her out.
If she hadn’t come yet, Emilie would -
Something warm spread on her hair. James whole body tensed beneath her. Morgan lifted herself up and stretched while James was begging and crying. Emilie felt a pang of sorry for him. Morgan turned over and grinned when she saw her.
“I really had a plan but it seems that my partners today are not really cooperating.” Morgan grabbed Emily and slid her off James body. Morgan laid onto Emily’s body. “Can you come again?”
“Again?!” Emilie exclaimed. There may be a twinge of something between her legs but she doubted. “Maybe later?” She settled on.
Morgan kissed her slowly. Her hands roamed on her body and it felt too much and not enough at the same time. Then, Morgan let her go.
“Well, I’m going to use James for a ride since you lasted 10 whole seconds, you know what it means James?” James didn’t reply. Morgan shrugged, then looked at Emily with a devilish grin. “And you and I will play together while he’s asleep, right?”
Emilie nodded. Morgan rolled over and straddled James. His eyes instantly bulged.
“I can’t…I can’t,” he repeated as he watched with horror that Morgan lifted his semi erected dick and sat down. James’ back arched off the bed and he howled. There was no other way to describe the sound that came out of his mouth.
Emily sat fascinated. Bucky’s breath seemed to stop at random. He was drenched in sweat and his eyes looked wide. And black. His mouth was open in a permanent silent scream. And, Morgan…Morgan was like a Valkyrie. She rode him like his only job was to take it. She decided when to stop and that…
God…Emilie wanted this woman more than water.
Morgan leaned forward and the pace went brutal. Her ass jiggled every time she slammed down and she. Just. Kept. going. Morgan was a beast. She didn’t relent, didn’t slow down. Was it possible for Emilie to fall in love with her right now?
“What did you say James? You want to go one level up?”
James froze.
Emilie thought Morgan had finally broke him. He didn’t seem to breath and his entire body was back to being still.
“That’s good sweety, that’s good.” Morgan whispered to James and she peppered his face with kisses. “A few more minu-“
James wailed.
“I beg yo-”
“Ok. Ok, good boy.” Morgan turned off the plug and pushed herself off James soft dick.
“Please…” James whispered. His eyes were unfocused and he laid there. He didn’t even registered what Morgan just said.
Morgan shook her head, smiling softly. “My poor baby.”
Emilie felt like she stepped into something she shouldn’t have. And it left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Morgan, as if she felt the mood changing, looked toward Emilie with a comforting smile.
“Oh, you feel left out, kitten?” Morgan laid on her back, legs bent and opened her lips with two fingers. A trickled of cum was slowly getting out of her. “I don’t like waste. And I know a kitten is thirsty. Get to it.”
Emilie didn’t waste any time and lunged forward. Morgan startled, and laughed. Her hand went to her head. Even with the mess of sweat and cum, she rubbed it all over her scalp, her fingers threading through her curls and she pushed her onto her dripping cunt.
Emilie didn’t hesitate and ate.
THE END