Chapter 26: Chapter 26

Charlie wasn't sure how long he'd been touching himself in the dark of night, imagining what Morgan's naked body would feel like, especially when he was on top of hers, driving into her hard.

However, even if they were meters apart at that moment, none of their faded fantasies could compare with reality. Of course, the cloudy glass of the shower stall, which appeared to have been fogged up by his heavy breathing, wasn't helping her see everything as clearly as she would have liked, but there was no mistaking the shape of what he'd wrapped in one of the hands.

Swallowing hard, Charlie pressed her thighs together, leaning her head a little farther beyond the crack she'd opened in the door, trying to see more clearly the work of art that was his naked body. With each new stroke, the muscles in his arms moved over her skin and his bare, massive thighs quivered a little, as if the pleasure he was giving himself was too much to handle sometimes. But nothing could beat the perfection of the thick cock that hung at the line of his navel, hard as a rock and long enough that she could see most of him, even when Morgan's huge hand was wrapped around him, caressing him softly. top to bottom. Through the slightly gray glass, she judged the color was close to a deep red and that the veins covering it seemed to be hammering with excitement. Licking her lips, she imagined what he would taste like if she went over there right now and tried to cup the thick head into her mouth while stroking the heavy balls that hung at the height of her thighs...

“Charlie…” she froze where she was as she heard him call her name, horrified that she'd been caught invading his privacy like that, like a pervert…

However, when she raised her eyes to his face, she realized that she was still in the same position: hunched against the wall, with her arm resting on the tiles and her face turned downwards, in a way that it would be almost impossible for him to perceive her. , especially since he appeared to have his eyes closed. So why was she sure she'd heard him say her name? Could it be that she had been confused, because of the noise of the water.

"Charlie…" he repeated, his low voice muffled by his arm and the sound of the water, so that she certainly would never have heard him if the door had still been closed.

But there was no longer any doubt: he was moaning her name as he pleasured himself.

And realizing that was too much for her body to handle, leaving her no other choice but to dip her hand inside her panties and start touching herself as she watched him do the same. Rounding her clit slowly between her fingers, she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning, and risk getting caught, as Morgan shifted in the shower, pressing her back against the far wall as she leaned her hips forward and braced herself in her feet enough to touch each other again, giving her now an even more privileged view of his delicious cock, that she would give anything to have it rubbing against her pussy now, instead of her own fingers.

“Fuck, Charlie…” he kept moaning her name in that deep, husky voice, making her pussy swell and ooze “Should I come on those soft little tits, to teach you how to cover yourself up like you're supposed to?" he asked into nothingness, still in that practically inaudible voice, which she often had to struggle to understand “Or should I suck on them first."

Now nearly tearing a chunk out of her lip to stop the moan locked in her throat from escaping, Charlie thrust one of his fingers into her sodden channel, which was practically begging her to go there and offer herself to him, while using her other hand to pinch her nipples, wishing Morgan would do to her everything she was muttering in secret, thinking she wouldn't hear.

“My naughty little girl…” she watched him lick his lips and squeeze his eyes even tighter shut, totally lost in the fantasy inside his mind “Will you feel more grown up when I make you suck my cock?" Charlie once again had to stop himself from screaming yes, right there, as he dipped one more finger inside her quivering pussy “Or will you become more responsible with your clothes when I tear them off and start licking your your virgin pussy? Damn... It must taste so good..."

Giving her nipples one last hard pinch in a futile attempt to soothe them, Charlie moved her hand to her mouth to bite down on her index finger as she moved her fingers, wet with her own desire, down to her clit again, beginning to he stroked it harder and harder, mimicking the moves Morgan was using on his own cock, manhandling the long shaft mercilessly.

" If I could just to have a taste... Just a chance to know what it's like... " he gasped, his muscles completely tense, all over his big body "Would you hate me that much? I could make you feel so good... You would never think to spread those beautiful legs for another man again... I would put so much cum inside you that no one would be able to know you already belong to me, even when you were dressed..."

'Do it, Morgan!' she wanted to whimper at him, 'Make me forget what it's like not having you inside me. Keep me in your bed for the rest of my life. Call me you naughty little girl again... Do what you want with me! Just make me yours and be mine too.' If she hadn't been too busy with her hand almost completely buried in her eager folds, it was very possible that she would have run up to him and begged him to push that massive cock all the way inside her right there, taking her virginity in the shower, all the while whispering in her ear all the filthy things he wanted to do to her.

“You look so pure…” he continued panting, his shaky voice becoming an octave higher “Will those little eyes keep looking at me in that innocent way when I ram my dick into that tight little pussy? Maybe I should forget that I shouldn't be doing this, just like you forgot to hide those boobs from me... Shit, it's not fair that my forbidden girl has the most perfect breasts I've ever seen... you attract me so much?" he whined, looking genuinely pained “ Is it because you like to see me empty my cock using my own hand? Maybe I should make you empty it down your throat..."

Who would have guessed that Morgan Sullivan, the cool, straight-laced executive and investor, had such a foul mouth? And who would have thought that it would turn her on so much, to the point that she looked ready to come just by hearing it? Damn it, was it really such a bad idea if she suddenly appeared before him, asking to join him in the shower? Or maybe if she already arrived helping him satisfy that huge cock, he would be more easily convinced. She could pump it between her hands and then swallow as much of it as she could, letting it spill down the back of her throat, as she now knew they both wanted.

She wasn't exactly experienced at all that, it was true. But if there was one thing she had, it was a willingness to learn. And to allow him to teach her how to pleasure him and how to receive pleasure. Even because, at that moment, there wasn't much difference between those two things for her. Watching him stroke his own cock felt as delicious and satisfying to her as his nervous fingers trying to satisfy her pussy. But now, more than ever, that was impossible. Now she knew full well what she needed to truly come and she doubted she'd be able to truly peak before Morgan pushed her against a wall and drove that cock all the way inside her. Probably in that position she could feel his balls hitting her thighs, while his big hands squeezed her breasts, twisting her nipples until she screamed his name...

“Fuck, Charlie, like this…” he groaned from the other side of the glass, almost as if he was hearing her thoughts and approving of them “Be my naughty little girl, just a little longer… Let me come inside you, just once... I promise you'll like it... And so whenever you're walking around in my shirts and letting me see your panties, you can feel my cum oozing out of you..."

Lost in the fantasy her mind was building through his words, Charlie froze as he realized that she had forgotten to cover her mouth and that was why a moan had escaped her, although it wasn't as loud. Frozen, she raised her eyes to the level of his face, being relieved to realize that he continued with his eyes closed, still completely lost in pleasure.

“Does my little girl like to moan? Your voice is so beautiful when you makes that sound. Do it again. Be a good girl and say my name this time." he ordered, in a tone of voice that made her stomach spasm hard, almost as if she was about to explode with arousal “Should I give that perky little ass a few smacks to encourage you…? Or, who knows, that virgin ass will like the feeling of having a finger inside it...? Why don't we find out?"

Bracing her back against the door frame to keep from falling, as she no longer trusted her shaky legs to keep her upright, Charlie obeyed, albeit in a tone of voice she knew he would never hear, while He moved his fingers in and out of her entrance with redoubled intensity, until that exploding feeling in the pit of her belly became reality and she had to dig her fingers into the back of her hand to stop herself from screaming, as the first real climax she had in her life overwhelmed her, almost making her pass out.

“That, Charlie, that… My good girl… So good to fuck…“ Morgan praised her, his voice cracking showing that he was very close to coming too, “Say I can come inside you, please... So I won't risk doing anything stupid later..." he wailed and Charlie managed to recover just enough to lift her head and could see him squeezing the base of his cock, his expression distorted, as if suffering “Shit, just a little more…"

And finally, he started to come, making Charlie feel a seething hatred for the damn shower water, which she was washing down the drain with all the cum he'd promised would be hers.

"Charlie... My Charlie..." he continued to repeat hoarsely, over and over, until the last drop seemed to have escaped his cock, at the same moment that she saw him open his eyes, staring at the ceiling. , with a grim face “God, I'm a son of a bitch..."