“Don’t you dare come,” he demanded through gritted teeth.
He was going to make sure I came. No matter how hard I tried to think about any and everything else, his penetrating fingers on my clit were causing me to lose control. I was hoping that I could get off and hide it. If I closed my eyes and didn’t move, maybe he wouldn’t realize that I had come. I tried my best to control my breathing and uncontrollably let go. His fingers stilled inside of me, and I knew he could feel my quivering orgasm. I could see the smirk on his face without even looking at him.
I didn’t move as he removed his hand from my body and walked to a locked cabinet. I heard him cutting plastic or something and messing around with something as he continued to demand whoever he was talking to, to fly to Chicago and take care of the matter himself. I tried to turn my eyes enough to see what he was doing, but I couldn’t tell.
He finally hung up the phone and told me to stand up. He was holding the biggest dildo that I had ever seen.
Well I had never really seen any, just the ones that I had seen growing up in my dad’s magazines. He took my hand and wrapped it around the massive shaft. My fingers barely reached around its girth.
“You didn’t listen again, Morgan,” he smirked.
I wanted to ask him how I was supposed to listen when he was trying his damnedest to make me come, but I didn’t. I knew I wasn’t allowed to ask the questions.
“What are you going to do with that?” I couldn’t help it. I had to ask. I had a right to know; after all I knew it was going to be used on me.
“Oh I’m not going to do anything with it,” he assured me. I watched as he lubed it up and slid it up and down in my hand. He pulled a small table in front of his chair and sat down, placing the large tool on the table in front of him.
“Have a seat, Mrs. Kelley,” he smirked.
You have got to be kidding me. Was this guy serious?
I could only stare from him to the object that he was holding in place with his hand.
“Turn around, Morgan,” he demanded. I did. He was going to make me do it, and I knew it could either be the easy way or the hard way, not that either would have been the easiest in my book.
I was hoping that it was going in my vagina, but of course he had other plans and when I squatted he moved it to the hole that I was dreading. I felt him open my ass cheeks as my weight held it in the upright position.
“Awe, yeah baby, take it all,” he said in a lustful hiss.
“I can’t,” I begged. I was sure that I didn’t even have the head in yet.
“Just sit back a little more,” he coached and I felt it go in a little more as I did.
Once I was uncomfortably sitting on the table he came around to the front of me and stood with his front right in my face. He crossed his arms and waited. I knew what he wanted. I just didn’t know if I was going to be able to handle it with what was going on in my behind. He jolted his hips toward me once, telling me what to do.
I unbuttoned his dress pants, and freed his erection right into my mouth.
“Rock back and forth,” he coached.
I couldn’t do that either. It was all I could do to be still. He moved my shoulders with his hands willing me to listen. I did, and he brought his fingers to my clit. Between his fingers and the pressure from the foreign object in my ass, I felt another orgasm building, and hoped that he was going to let me finish.
“Do you want come?” he asked, and I nodded with a moan.
He moved his hand around to my behind and pulled out of my mouth. He kept the object right where he wanted it and told me to lie on his desk. I did. He placed my legs on his shoulders as he moved into me. Every time he thrust, he pushed the foreign entity in and out, as well.
He moved my legs and spread me as far as he could, holding down on both legs until I felt the pull in my groin.
I was spent and couldn’t take it much longer. He had only asked me if I wanted to come, he didn’t say that I could. It didn’t matter because as soon as he started circling my clitoris with his thumb, I couldn’t control it and called out in ecstasy. This was the first time that we had sex, and he released deep inside of me instead of in my mouth.
I jumped, startled when Dawson touched my arm with a cold bottle of root beer, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Sorry,” he apologized, not realizing that I was lost again. “You okay?” he asked. I wondered what expressions came across my face when I traveled back in time.
I smiled and took his hand. “Yes, but I am ready to get out of here.”
“Really? Its only eight o’clock. Summer Fest runs all night long.”
“You haven’t been here with me all night,” I accused, and he smiled, not denying it.
“Do you want to stay at my house tonight?” he asked.