Chapter 28: Chapter 28

Morgan was sure he wasn't going to be able to fall asleep. With each new day he challenged the levels of his self-control, but everyone had their limits. And one of his, as it happened, was sleeping next to Charlie, in the same bed, feeling her body heat and her sweet perfume, just like that moment.

It was impressive how that day had become one of the best and also worst of his entire life. The wedding, after all, had been like a dream. But from the moment they set foot in the hotel, that room had become their own private purgatory. Or rather, his private torture chamber. Because it seemed that everywhere he looked, no matter how hard he tried to be strong and resist temptation, Charlie's body always appeared to torment him, in a most seductive position.

It had all started with that inexplicable situation that had somehow forced them to share a bed. And then, suddenly, as if he'd started living one of his wet dreams about her, Charlie had forgotten the towel and appeared naked from the waist up to him, unintentionally. There was no doubt in his mind that the image of her bare breasts, pink and heavy, with the pointed nipples, would stay with him forever, preventing him from going a few hours without getting an erection.

And, to top it off, fate seemed determined to extend her torment, making Charlie wear one of her shirts as pajamas, making him imagine how beautiful she would look in that exact same way, only with her mouth swollen from kisses and her hair messy after an intense fuck. So that he could easily slip his hands into the loose fabric whenever he wanted, to give every part of that luscious body the attention it deserved...

Sinking his head further into the pillow, he stifled a groan as the image of her ass flashed through his mind, making his cock threaten to harden. What was it with that day that seemed so determined to tempt him to have a real wedding night with her? He shouldn't even have been able to see her in her underwear anymore, as he had in her apartment, let alone know that her breasts were the perfect size to fit in his hands or that that pretty little white ass would certainly look nice on a shade of pink, after he gave her a few slaps, when he got his naughty little girl to ride his cock...

Shit, what had that day done to him?

And, worst of all, if Morgan didn't know better, he would surely come to think that she was doing all this on purpose, when it was quite clear that he was the only pervert there, unable to control his depraved imagination, even when poor Charlie wasn't doing anything but trusting him and acting normal.

Though he really needed to have a serious talk with her about modesty and how it wasn't appropriate for her to even risk being naked near a man, even if that man was her best friend and pretend husband.

Sighing heavily, still trying to keep his mind from going far enough to cause a tree trunk to rise up in the front of his pants, Morgan felt Charlie shift beside him, just enough to get a little closer to him, pinning him against the wall. He theorized that she was sleeping and tossing and turning without realizing it, although he would never have the heart to turn her face to check. As things were going tonight, it was likely that she had her legs spread wide, giving him a privileged view of the tight pink pussy he shouldn't deign to look at…or touch.

With a silent grunt, he felt like punching himself. He wasn't worthy of seeing her naked again and he would never touch her, even if her traitorous body squirmed in disappointment at the realization.

Seeking to relax her shoulders as much as possible, Morgan closed her eyes and concentrated on enjoying the only good, calming things this situation had brought her: the warmth and sweet scent of Charlie, right there next to him, enveloping him like a blanket. breath of fresh air. It was such a pleasant and comforting feeling that, before he realized what had happened, he had fallen asleep, even though he thought he might not be able to sleep that night.

After two long years of having dreams like that, he knew he was in one as soon as he found himself in his kitchen, sitting in one of his favorite armchairs, which shouldn't even be there, as it belonged in his office. Things were out of place and oversaturated, giving the entire room a sense of foreignness that was almost indescribable. However, all that lost importance when, coming from the corridor, a figure appeared, walking slowly towards him.

It was Charlie, again wearing that set of cotton underwear he'd seen her in a few days ago, but this time they seemed more sheer and tighter, lining her body like a second skin. Swallowing hard, he dug his nails into her knees and waited for her to stop before him, watching her smirk expectantly. Usually, when she had those dreams, he tried to resist, even though he knew it was futile. However, after everything that had happened in that hotel room, he welcomed that seductive, non-existent version of Charlie. His resistance had reached the maximum limit and perhaps the best way out was to enjoy in his dreams what he could never have in real life.

Brown eyes gleaming with pure evil, Charlie stopped in front of him, biting her lip as she ran her eyes over his body. It was only then that Morgan looked down at himself and realized that he was nearly naked, wearing nothing but boxers whose front was already stretched to the limit by his needy cock. Literally purring, she placed a hand on each shoulder where she used it for support to sit on his lap, lasciviously rolling over his erection.

“I drove you crazy today, didn't I?" She laughed, pleased, but he soon made the melodious voice turn into a groan as he wrapped his hands around her ass and squeezed mercilessly.

“Yes, you did." he growled, running his tongue down her neck, making her soft skin crawl.

“Are you going to give me what I want that easy?" she gasped against his ear, sounding surprised “No fights, no hesitation? Won't I need to beg?"

“Does my naughty little girl like it when I make her beg?" He growled in pleasure, giving her ass one more hard squeeze as he bit down on her earlobe.

“You know I do…” Charlie's body melted around him as she intensified the movements in her pelvis “But you know what I like best?"

“Of course I know…” he smirked, stroking her lower lip for a moment, before moving his thumb into her warm mouth, making her suck on it. “On your knees. “ he ordered, which she obeyed immediately, with an almost contagious enthusiasm.

Once she was kneeling in front of him in the armchair, her hands on her bare thighs and her tongue darting over her lips to show him how her little mouth was already watering in anticipation, Morgan moved just enough to remove the boxer shorts that were on his back. using it, throwing it somewhere he didn't care enough to check which one it is.

At first, he'd planned to take out some of the frustration he'd been through that day and tease her a little, pleasuring himself as she watched him, eager to participate. However, Charlie didn't even give him a chance. Once his cock sprung free, long and thick in front of her face, Charlie literally attacked it, cupping both hands at the base and starting to surround the throbbing head with his tongue, making him immediately forget about any complaints he might have. have thought.

Skillfully, eagerly, she began to move her head up and down, trying to squeeze an extra inch of him into her throat with each thrust, as her frantic fingers traced each of the pulsing veins over his skin. Throwing her head over the seat of the chair and just enjoying the feeling of almost overwhelming pleasure that that flicking tongue was giving her, Morgan buried her fingers in her hair, brushing them back so she could watch his cock disappear between those pouty lips. , which enveloped him without hesitation.

It was only when he felt the sucking sensation grow stronger around his cock that Morgan wrapped her hair around his fist, starting to dictate the speed with which she sucked on him, smirking wickedly as he saw her eyebrows draw together. frown in frustration that she didn't get what she wanted. If he hadn't been keeping busy, Morgan was pretty sure her bottom lip would have formed that adorable, naughty pout.

Once he was sure she'd swallowed every drop of her cum, he'd give her another reason to pout, just so she could bite him while he fucked her from the front.

“Relax your throat." he asked, in a whisper full of voluptuousness, while caressing her neck with his other hand.

Knowing full well why he was asking that, she obeyed, also opening her lips to the maximum as he began to slide to the back of her throat, at first slowly, so that she could get used to the sensation, until he managed to gradually increase the pace. , with the wet sounds that came out of her only igniting his desire even more. And even when he pulled out of her mouth, still rigid and throbbing, the only thing the Charlie of her dreams saw was lowering her head a little lower, planting kisses all over his balls, before starting to gently suck them.

“We're not done yet and you know it." He warned her, grabbing the base of her cock so he could tap it gently on her flushed cheek.

" Of course not. “ she agreed, taking a long lick of his length “We never really broke up, did we? Not even after you fill me with cum."