Morgan's Mates (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dani April Page B

out his wallet. He handed it to her so she could see for herself. “Drake has them, too. The three of us are going to be fine. Now why don’t you try and relax and enjoy.”
    Her relieved smile was all the reward he could have asked for. She pulled him back to her for another long and very wet kiss.
     
    * * * *
     
    Morgan lay back on the sheets of her bed and allowed Hunter to take control.
    For once she was not going to worry about money, or the house, or whether she should return to Chicago. Nor was she going to allow guilt to take control.
    Oh God, Morgan thought, this was her and Nathan’s bed. She remembered when they picked it out together down at the Furniture Mart. Neither of them had ever owned a king-sized bed before. They were so happy.
    But she had Nathan’s permission to do this.
    She was determined to lay back and enjoy just as Hunter had instructed.
    He was an expert. Within a minute he had her undressed, naked, and on her back. Then he undressed. He sheathed his engorged cock in the rubber and then was back on top of her on the bed.
    She lay prone under him and enjoyed his hands, his mouth, and his tongue as he explored her body inch by inch.
    He spread her legs for her and went between them with his mouth. His tongue lapped at her already swollen pussy lips. His fingers spread her pussy wide, and she groaned into the dark bedroom as his tongue tortured her clit and licked inside of her.
    Morgan winced as she felt his teeth nip her delicate folds. He was milking the pleasure from her.
    Making balls with her fists, she gripped the bedspread and held firm against his sensual assault. When she could barely stand it any longer, she began to sway her hips back and forth. She reached between her legs with her hands and laced her fingers through his hair, guiding him and pinning him against the open mouth of her pussy.
    It had been months since she’d had sex, and she’d almost forgotten what it was like to have her pussy as the center of a man’s desire.
    When she let go of his hair, Hunter came up from between her outstretched knees and climbed down her body. Her hands went down between her thighs, and she took his rubber-clad cock in her fingers and gently guided him to her opening.
    Her pussy was weeping for his initial thrust, and then he was filling her with his length and his girth.
    She was on the brink within minutes. Panting and sweating, signaling her imminent approach.
    “Last with me.” Hunter brought her knees up high and held her legs in his arms as he pumped her. “Hold out against it. That’ll make it better when it finally does happen.”
    “I can’t,” she cried. Yet still she tried for him, tried to prolong her pleasure.
    She raked her nails along his back, needing something to hold onto.
    No, she couldn’t last any longer. Her entire body was demanding release. Something inside her was shattering even as her soul started to soar.
    “Yes…Hunter…yes…” She rode out first one wave and then a gigantic all-encompassing second wave that threatened to destroy her.
    Seconds later she felt his body go tense between her legs. Stamina prevailed with him, and he started pumping her hard and fast. With his cock wrapped in a condom, it was hard to tell when he came. From her dazed position beneath him, she looked into his eyes as his climax eventually broke his need to penetrate her further, and he collapsed in a heap on top of her.
    She felt his lips back against her. Together they shared a long postorgasmic kiss, their tongues meeting between their mouths.
    “It’s been a while,” she confided to him, her voice a hoarse whisper in the dark.
    “It’s been a while for me, too.”
    “I don’t believe you. You’re a ladies’ man.”
    He smiled down at her. When she looked into his eyes she saw something, definite affection, perhaps more. She was too tired to attempt to piece it together now.
    She hugged him to her body. “Oh, all right. I do believe you.”
    “It hasn’t ever