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sat up and my eyes flew open. He shoved my dress as high as he could get it and knelt between my legs, grabbed my waist and lifted my ass off the bed . He pulled me onto his cock , hitting that amazing spot .
    My cries grew far too loud but I couldn’t help it. He was ramming into that spot that made my bones feel like liquid fire .
    “Play with your clit for me Tasha.”
    Play with my clit? During sex? Why had I never thought of that?
    I began doing the familiar routine and Morgan’s fingers tensed deliciously around my waist.
    His movements slowed as he watched. “Yes. Make it hot. Damn that looks good.” He looked at me. “Rub your nipple for me.” His tortured eyes went to my still clothed top. “I need to see you.”
    The heat in my clit was now at the fuck it point. I yanked my shoulder strap s off and exposed my breasts. They were small but perky and my nipples were hard. I returned to rubbing my clit while slid ing my fingers over my nipple.
    Morgan gasped and clenched his eyes, his cock throbbing. Mmm . He really liked that. He rotated gazing at my pussy and breasts like an addict and soon I was lost in the orgasm fast approaching as he slid in and out in a perfect tempo .
    “Come for me baby,” he rasped, his fingers digging.
    “Oh God, yes.” My head thrashed and I arched my back , giving in to the heat intensifying in my clit. My climax came hard and Morgan quickly built up speed as the waves of pleasure crashed through me . Halfway through, he began pounding into me at that perfect angle, bouncing my tits with every thrust. My God, that pee feeling returned with intensity right as my climax peaked. My hands slammed the bed and I clutched the covers, watching in shock as he vigorously fucked me . What hap pen ed inside? It felt like something cut loose, warm and hot and mind-blowing. I was oblivious to reality while it poured, and Morgan finally roared his release. I managed to open my eyes to see him. Oh God, yes. All his muscles strained in his chest, abs and neck. His lips were drawn over his teeth as he came so hard, so long , his groans mixed with growls . Shit that was awesome! He was nothing like John who climaxed in silence . Sometimes I wondered if he’d come at all . I was sure there ’d be bruises where his fingers dug, but wow, I loved it.
    And what kind of orgasm did I have? Was it one of those G thingies I’ d heard about a long time ago? Sure as hell hoped so . H ate to think I’d just peed on him.
    Morgan released my waist and fell o nto me , lips finding mine immediately. Both of us were still winded from the amazing rush and yet he kissed me with an immaculate tenderness, his hand stroking my face while he moaned in utter contentment.
    I whimpered back, stroking his muscles along his broad back then ending in his hair.
    “Shower with me . ” H e nipped my chin then pressed his lips softly into min e.
    “ Morgan. ”
    He jerked up at hearing the tears I struggled not to give in to.
    “ Shhh , shh , no no , don’t cry, please.”
    I shook my head wanting to tell him it wasn’t anything he did, not to worry . But if I used my vocal chords, that would be it.
    A sob escaped me and I covered my mouth. Morgan pulled me in his embrace and rocked me , making it impossible to keep the avalanche of pent up pain at bay.
    I sobbed like a child, the barely audible words ma king their way out. “Why, why, why doesn’t he love me?”
    His embraced tightened and he presse d his face to mine as though trying to push the pain back. “I love you, I love you, shhh , it’s okay, I’m here and I love you.”
    I strangled his neck , realizing how desperately I needed that.
    “I’m so sorry, I love you, I’m so sorry.” Morgan cooed those amazing words for nearly five minutes, covering my face in delicate kisses.
    Like I was something precious. I wanted to be precious to somebody.
    “Let me wash your hair,” he whispered, when my crying finally stopped.
    Without the cover of passion,