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"How long have we been out here?" Asks Morgan, detaching her warm flesh from mine.

I do a crunch so I can sit up and see that the sun has completely traded shifts with the moon and the beach is only occupied by us two, with the exception of some college kids having a bonfire a few yards away.

I yawn while stretching lightly after a nap.

Time escaped us, we watched the sunset and fell right asleep on the sand. It's amazingly peaceful, but I wouldn't do it again - my back is killing me. Eh, nothing a couple of shots won't fix.

"Damn it, we're gonna be late to dinner." Morgan curses, standing.

I watch as she dusts the sand off of her ass, it bounces with each swipe.

I'm feral.

Just because I can, I give her a hand. Then, two.

Morgan giggles cutely, swatting me away because she knows where this will lead.

"Later," she says with her eyes narrowed on me.

I smirk, letting her take me away by the hand. "Is that a promise?"

"—Bad bitch, fiftieth floor, eating hibachi!"Jabari raps along to the viral TikTok song for the tenth time since being seated.

He, like the others, records and makes sure to get pictures of the aesthetic before the food is even cooked in front of us.

I lean back in my seat, dark shades still covering my low eyes, and just observe.

Everyone's having a good time, including myself.

"Are you all doing okay? Can I get you guys something to drink?" The busy, blond waitress asks the table.

"A Mai Tai for me, please?" Morgan asks, sweetly. She closes her menu and hands it to the waitress.

"Okay!" The girl notes. Her eyes dart around the table at the rest of us.

I'm last to order.

"Long Island for me." I request.

"Alright, I'll be right out with those drinks for you guys!" She's happy to oblige and walks away with her wispy ponytail swinging behind her neck.

"I've never had hibachi before!" Madi speaks up and reminds me she's even here.

"It's not that exciting, the most memorable part is them cooking right in front of you." Lee shrugs while blowing off his soup.

"Oh, aren't you Japanese, Lee, you've probably had this a lot?" Madi returns.

The table collectively groans at her ignorance.

"I'm Korean." Lee laughs it off, awkwardly dabbing his mouth with a towel.

Madison's face turns red. Well, redder, she's so sunburnt that she's practically a lobster at this point.

"Oh..." She recoils, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

While they engage in a one-off conversation, I twirl my fingers in Morgan's hair. It's always so soft, and I like how long it's gotten.

She looks at me over her shoulder quickly once, and then immediately again.

"You look so beautiful." I whisper in her ear.

She smiles with closed lips, cheeks turned red.

"Thank you, baby." She whispers, caressing my thigh.

I jump a little as a reaction, she's touched too far up, getting me excited. It's been a while.

"Do you want to get out of here?" I ask.

Morgan looks at me, intrigued. "Right now?"

✕

Morgan tastes just like I remember. Her skin is smooth as velvet and she smells like Heaven.

Her soft lips are delectable, I can't keep mine off of them.

I tangle my fingers in her long hair, losing myself in the kiss.

She moans, her tongue slipping against mine.

I savor each touch, every kiss, like it's our last.

Morgan helps herself out of her dress. I'm pleased to see nothing underneath.

Oh.

She knew what she was doing all along.

There's a twinkle in my eye as I scan her body from head to toe.

I can't control myself.

"You... are perfect..." my words drag.

Morgan pushes me onto the couch and forces me out of my button-down and pants.

She climbs into my lap and kisses my neck.

I tense up but just because she's caught me off guard and hit the right spot.

Typically I hate being dominated but there's something especially sexy about the way Morgan's taking control tonight.

She turns her back to me and spreads her legs across mine.

I help myself to feeling her arousal.

She shudders under my touch, I'm just as weak, feeling her wetness.

I slip my fingers into my mouth to taste her, she's sweet and savory.

Morgan desperately stares at me, missing the feeling of my fingers over her pussy.

She touches me anywhere and everywhere, whimpering as I circle my fingertips over her clit.

It isn't long before she pushes her sticky thighs together and begs for me to fuck her.

Her moans are music to my ears as I lay her back and gently slide my throbbing dick inside of her. It's already dripping with pre cum and she doesn't give a fuck.

I'm already not going to last long but she's completely killing me with those looks, her bedroom eyes seducing me, sending me closer to finishing.

I grab Morgan by the throat and then glide my hand down her body, between her breasts, and stop at her pretty pussy.

It's pink and plump and absolutely soaking.

When I slap my hand there three times, Morgan tightens up around my dick and I buckle.

"Shit." I curse, tossing my head back.

She knows what that does to me.

Her back arches and she holds her thighs. "I'm all yours." Her voice sends me into a euphoric state.

I grab her by the hips and begin to roll mine.

"Mmm." Morgan moans, her eyes rolling back.

I try to, but I can't take my time.

I pound into her three times, deep and long, and she cries out.

She's panting, breaths broken as I put her leg over my shoulder and hold the other out.

I go deeper, harder, and faster until she cries.

"Oh, fuck!" She screams, holding onto my arm.

The sweat from my forehead rolls onto her breasts, I watch as they bounce with each motion.

I put one leg up, the other on the floor to keep my balance, but speed up, thrusting inside of Morgan.

Feeling myself about to finish, I pull out despite her begging me not to.

Angrily, Morgan reaches for my dick and strokes it in her hand.

"Fuck." I curse, watching her shake the hair out of her face.

She stares up at me as if for permission before sucking the tip into her mouth.

I swallow hard and keep my dry mouth agape as Morgan repositions herself to her knees and grabs my hips.

She wastes no time sucking every inch of me.

I look down, appreciating her fresh manicure as her fingers wrap around my dick.

The sounds of her gagging make me moan and bring me closer to the edge but this isn't how I want to finish.

I walk Morgan to the bed and lose myself as I stare at her pout again.

She wraps her arms around me and I do the same, bringing our lips together.

Morgan pushes my head down, ready for me to give her what she wants, and I easily oblige, just wanting her to get off.

I drown my head between her thighs and lick my tongue against her clit.

Her knees weaken so I pick her up and lay her back on the bed.

The pure look of ecstasy on Morgan's face drives me to pleasure her more, better.

I take my time, knowing this is an art - one that I'm all too familiar with.

I've spent the last three years learning exactly how my girl likes to be pleased. It is my duty to make her cum, I want to witness her orgasm and be proud that I could make her body react like that.

She tastes like I could do this forever, eating her for every meal for my own satisfaction as well.

Full of fire, Morgan tried squirming away but I keep her body pinned down and close my mouth over her pussy.

"You wanted this." I reminded her when I resurface and see nothing but the whites of her eyes.

She falls apart under my tongue and takes several seconds to return to her physical body.

My hand strokes my dick while I watch Morgan giggle, she's flustered, and still full of passion.

I crawl to her lips and taste them.

I smile against her lips and tell her how much I love her.

"I love you more," she whispers, pushing the fallen, sweaty hair out of my face.

Her eyelashes flutter as she stares back at me with a teasing expression while cradling my balls.

"I'm not going to last long if you keep looking at me like that," I tell her, gently slapping her cheek.

Morgan bites her lip. "I don't care, just make sure you cum inside." She says, making me gulp hard.

Oh my God.

Chuckling with excitement, I roll my eyes and pull Morgan's body on top of mine easily.

After minutes of me rewarding Morgan for riding me so well on her feet, she falls on top of me, our skin melting together, and kisses all over my face.

"I'm not done, yet," I grunt as she pants for breath.

I find some strength and will to continue, impelling my dick strongly inside of her.

My arms wrap around my fiancés neck and waist to hold her in position, Morgan does the same, burying her face in my neck.

"Ah! Oh my God, oh my God, fuck, right there! Yes, Chris!"

I breathe through each forceful stroke, digging my nails into Morgan's perfectly round, full ass.

She bites my shoulder to contain herself until she screams out again. "Oh— fuck me, Daddy. Yes! F-f-fuck..."

I relish in the bliss of her rapture and feel myself nearing my peak as well.

Soon after, I release.

My body relaxes after a toe-curling orgasm.

"Shit." I exhale, letting my eyes close.

Goddamn I needed that, I think in my head. And judging by the way Morgan is face down and motionless with her eyes closed, so did she.

✕

The next morning

"Get my back, baby." Morgan's small voice speaks to me over the music we have playing.

With the water running over our bodies, I squirt a few pumps of Morgan's Sol De Janeiro body wash into my hands. The pink bottle hosts a fruity floral fragrance. I inhale, smelling bright notes of Brazilian Jasmine and pink dragonfruit, as listed on the bottle.

I rub my hands down Morgan's back sensually, not missing a single spot.

My hands smooth down her spine, and then over her shoulders and ass.

"Baby..." Morgan whispers, reaching back for me.

"Last night was the best night of my life," I lowly chuckle, turning Morgan's body to face me.

She's consumed by my arms and chews her lip.

Seeing this, I press mine into hers hungrily.

✕

Half an hour or so later, I dry my hair in the mirror beside Morgan as she brushes her teeth.

Every once in a while, I catch myself staring at her, and she steals a glance too.

Tying the towel around my waist, I sit back and watch Morgan wash my hair.

"What?" She giggles as she pats her face dry with a towel.

I shake my head, smiling crookedly. "Nothing, you're just pretty."

"Take a picture, it'll last longer." She teases.

I take her up on that and snatch her iPhone off of the sink.

The music pauses as I launch the camera application and position myself.

Morgan kisses me, distracting me from snapping a photo, but I take a few anyway.

"I forgot my sunscreen, I'll be right back." She says, excusing herself from the steamy bathroom.

I unlock her phone with my birthday as the passcode so that I can look through the pictures.

A notification banner appears at the top of the screen, though.

Attachment: 6 images

The unsaved number peaks my curiosity.

I honestly don't mean to, but I accidentally click the text instead of swiping it away.

I'm taken to a thread with this unsaved number.

The only text from the stranger was from last night and it reads:

Don't block me on this number, trust me you'll need me

With furrowed eyebrows, I scroll through the images sent.

I drop the phone to the floor and lean over the sink, feeling sick to my stomach.