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Tyler’s scream tore out of him and stopped just as abruptly, smothered by a hand over his mouth.
“Quiet,” Morgan said calmly.
Her voice was unmistakable.
Tyler immediately went quiet, eyes wide open in fear.
“If I remove my hand and you scream, I will put a bullet through your head. Do you hear me?” Morgan muttered coldly, though deep down she knew she couldn’t do it. Something inside her made her want to protect him.
Her hand slowly moved down from his mouth, fingers trailing to his throat, then to his chest, and down to the hem of his shirt. Tyler exhaled sharply, his heart beating fast against his chest, not daring to look down at what she was doing.
“It’s time to prove your worth, don’t you think?” Morgan said with a smirk.
With that, she started pulling his shirt upward. Tyler quickly looked down, his face turning a deep shade of red, not daring to keep eye contact with her again. He didn’t know what she wanted to do, but he had an idea. She finally succeeded in removing his shirt, leaving him bare as her eyes roamed over his chest.
She slowly stepped down from the bed, standing in front of him as she began pulling down her gown.
“Look at me,” she commanded in an icy voice, though deep down she was nervous. This was her first time showing herself to a man, her first time doing anything like this. Even though she had been a party freak in the past, she had never been intimate with anyone before. She didn’t know why she was willing to do this with Tyler—only that she was sure she wouldn’t regret it.
Tyler slowly looked up at her, not daring to disobey, even though he was shy and nervous. When he saw Morgan standing before him in only her bra and panties, his already flushed face turned even redder.
Morgan smirked at his reaction and climbed back onto the bed, keeping eye contact with him. Without warning, she kissed him.
Tyler’s eyes went wide in shock. He went stiff, barely daring to breathe or move. Morgan tried moving her lips against his, but he was too tense.
“Breathe,” she murmured against his lips. “And kiss me back.”
Tyler took a deep breath and slowly began kissing her back, unsure of what he was doing. This was his first kiss. He had been locked away since he was young; everything was new to him. Morgan knew this and didn’t push him, instead gently guiding him.
This wasn’t her first kiss, yet she didn’t know why his lips tasted so addictive, so sweet, that she didn’t want to pull away.
She slowly laid him back against the bed until she was fully on top of him.
They kissed deeply, breathing heavily, legs tangled together. Morgan’s hands slid into his hair, running through it.
So soft, she thought.
“Remove my bra,” Morgan murmured against his lips.
Tyler went rigid for a second, then slowly lifted his hands. With shaky fingers, he fumbled with the clasp. Having never done this before, it took a while. Their lips never parted. Morgan lifted herself slightly to help him, and when the bra finally came off, she stopped kissing him and sat upright on his hips.
Both of them were breathing heavily.
Tyler looked wrecked—hair scattered, lashes fluttering, face flushed. She felt like she could devour him.
She wanted him to touch her, but she knew he wouldn’t. Too shy to say it aloud, she took his hands, closed her eyes, and placed them on her chest.
His hands froze.
“Squeeze them,” Morgan murmured.
He hesitated, then gently obeyed.
A moan slipped from her lips.
He was so careful, so gentle, yet it felt incredible. She threw her head back, another moan escaping as pleasure coursed through her. Tyler stared, mesmerized by the sounds he was pulling from her.
She felt herself growing wet and opened her eyes, locking gazes with him.
“You know how to suck from a straw, right?” she asked, voice strained.
Tyler nodded.
“Good. Do the same,” she said coldly, knowing he wouldn’t do it otherwise.
She moved higher, framing his face. His eyes widened at the sight of her, awe written all over his face. Not wanting to anger her, he obeyed.
A loud moan tore from her lips as sensation overwhelmed her. She ran her fingers through his hair, guiding him as waves of pleasure overtook her. When release hit, her body trembled violently, her voice breaking the silence.
She collapsed against him, stunned by how intense it had been.
She gently lifted his head, wanting to return the feeling. Sliding down between his legs, she undressed him slowly. Tyler shut his eyes, overwhelmed.
She froze when she saw him, surprise flickering through her. Swallowing her nerves, she wrapped her hand around him and lowered her head, doing her best.
Tyler gasped, gripping the sheets. The sensations were too much. When release came, his body shook violently.
Later, they lay side by side, breathing slowing.
After a while, Morgan stood and retrieved protection from the drawer. Returning to him, she prepared carefully, nerves tight but determination firm.
She positioned herself, took a steady breath, and lowered herself slowly. Pain flared, sharp and real, but she endured it, jaw clenched.
“Are you okay?” Tyler asked softly.
She didn’t answer—only moved, slow at first, then steadier as the pain dulled and pleasure bloomed.
When release came again, it left her weak and trembling. She collapsed onto him, exhaustion pulling her under.
Tyler stayed perfectly still, afraid to wake her. Carefully, he brushed hair from her face.
“You look peaceful like this,” he whispered, more to himself than to her.
“Could what my father said about you be true?”
The question lingered unanswered as exhaustion finally pulled him under.
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