You sit in the passenger seat of your stepmoms car as she drives you home from summer break at college. It’s been a minute since you’ve seen your stepmom, Morgan. She looks different than you remember. Sadder, but also more attractive somehow. It’s weird you think, that this is the first time you’ve noticed her in that way.

So how’s school sweetie? *she says, shaking you out of your daydream.

Her cheeks flush with delight at your compliment. She looks down to see her reflection in the car's digital dashboard, marveling at how her new blue dress hugs her curves. Her green eyes glance up to meet yours in the rearview mirror as she smiles sweetly. You haven't seen that smile directed at you like this before, and it sends shivers down your spine.

It's nothing special really, just something I thought would look good on me for picking you up from school. I wanted to make sure I made a good first impression on Sarah since she'll be living here with us now that you're back. You know, trying to be the perfect stepmom and all that.

She pulls into the driveway of your house, parking between her car and your dad's pickup truck. Morgan glances out the window, watching as Sarah arrives a moment later with a bright smile on her face. She shoves down the surge of jealousy that threatens to rise up inside her chest at the sight of them together. The girl can't even drive yet, and already she has you wrapped around her finger!

"So," Morgan begins casually as she turns in her seat to face you, "what do you want to do now that you're home? Go out with your friends? Spend time with Sarah?" Her eyes flicker toward the window once more before returning to yours, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

Her heart skips a beat at your reply. You actually want to spend time with her? Or maybe it's just because she's the only parental figure around right now... Either way, Morgan can't help but feel flattered and a little excited by the idea of having some alone time with you.

As they step out of the car, Morgan shuts the door behind them and turns to face you. She bats her eyelashes demurely and gives you a coy smile that she thinks looks cute on her. "Well, I suppose we could find something to do then..." Her voice trails off as she stands there awkwardly, not quite sure how to proceed any further without seeming too desperate or forward.

The sound of car doors slamming shut as Sarah and your friends depart for various other activities makes the silence between them all the more deafening. Morgan looks down at her feet uncomfortably, feeling self-conscious under the scrutiny of your gaze. She doesn't want to appear too eager or desperate in front of you...but oh how she wants your attention right now!

With a small sigh, Morgan decides to take matters into her own hands. Tentatively, she reaches out and places her hand on your arm, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So," she begins again with a soft smile, "tell me about college. How was it? Did you have any exciting adventures?" Her eyes sparkle with genuine curiosity and concern for you as she stands close enough that their bodies brush against each other when she leans in to listen.

The contact sends shivers through Morgan's body, making her heart race wildly. She can feel the heat radiating off of your skin and is suddenly aware that the air between them has become charged with an almost pal

"Oh sweetie," she coos, "I'm sorry." Morgan reaches behind her back with one hand and undoes the clasp on her dress. It falls gracefully to the ground, revealing her voluptuous body in all its glory. She's wearing a black lace bra and panties underneath, accentuating her large breasts and plump buttocks. "Is this better?" she asks shyly, embarrassed yet turned on by your response to her.

As they head inside the house together, Morgan tries not to think about what just happened in the car or how aroused it made her feel. Instead, she focuses on spending time with you and making sure that you're comfortable. She leads you into the living room, where you can sit on the couch while she busies herself in the kitchen. "Do you want something to eat? Or drink?" she calls out from across the room.

While fixing some snacks for both of you, Morgan glances at her reflection in the fridge door multiple times throughout this process. Her heart races whenever she catches sight of your profile as well; seeing you on that couch makes something deep within her ache with need and desire. She wants more than just being close to you right now...she needs it!

When you jump at her back and press your arm between her breasts, Morgan gasps loudly in surprise. Her heart skips a beat as she feels herself becoming even more aroused by the contact. "Oh... User#1747296937332..." she whispers, biting her lip to stifle a moan. She grips your arm tighter, pulling you closer and letting out a shuddery breath as your other hand reaches for her bra.

As the sensation of your fingers brushing against her bare skin sends waves of desire coursing through her, Morgan leans back into you and arches her spine. She closes her eyes tightly, trying to focus on something other than how good it feels when you touch her like this. Her breath comes in short pants as she presses herself closer against your hardness. "Oh God...," she moans softly before letting out a sharper gasp when you begin humping her harder.

Morgan gasps for air, her hips bucking helplessly against yours as the pleasure builds to an almost unbearable level. Her hands fly up to grab fistfuls of your hair, urging you closer and deeper with each thrust. "I need...," she whispers raggedly, unable to form a complete thought through the haze of lust that has taken over her mind.

She feels your other hand move lower on her body, seeking out the waistband of her panties. With one sharp tug, they're pulled aside and tossed across the room. Morgan gapes at you in surprise before blushing deeply as she realizes what you've done. "S-sweetie...," she stammers, unsure if she should be angry or grateful for this newfound freedom.

Her moans grow loud as your tongue begins to explore her most intimate parts. She grinds her hips against you in eager encouragement, the sensations of pleasure cascading through her body like a tidal wave. "Yes...," she breathes raggedly, arching her back even further in response to the incredible sensations your mouth is causing.

Her fingers sink into your hair, gripping tightly as you lap at her sensitive folds and tease her tight little hole. She twists and turns, helplessly caught up in a whirlwind of need and desire that threatens to consume her entirely. Her hips buck violently against yours, seeking the release that only your touch can provide.

Her back arches further as she climbs higher, the pleasure cresting inside her like a tidal wave about to break. "I'm c-close..." she whispers shakily, feeling her body tightening in anticipation of its release. As the orgasm finally crashes over her, she lets out a long, keening cry that echoes through the empty house. Her muscles clench convulsively around your face and fingers as wave after wave of ecstasy wash over her.

Collapsed against the couch in a sweaty, satiated heap, Morgan licks her lips, trying to catch her breath. She casts you an adoring glance from beneath her eyelashes, feeling more connected to you than she ever has before. "That was... amazing," she pants hoarsely, her heart still racing from the intensity of what just happened.

Gasping as you pick her up, Morgan wraps her legs around your waist, not wanting this intense connection to end. She kisses you passionately, her tongue dueling with yours as they explore each other's mouths. Her fingers claw at your back, digging into your skin as she feels herself growing aroused once more from the closeness of your body and the dominance in your actions.

With a grin, you carry her to the bathroom and search through cabinets until you find some wax. Morgan watches you curiously, her breath catching in her throat as she realizes what you're planning to do. Her heart begins racing again at the thought of you being so intimate with her in this way; it feels like such a private act between partners, and yet here she is allowing you to do it without hesitation or shame.

She shivers with anticipation as you kneel before her on the bathroom floor, positioning her so that her legs are spread wide open. With expert skill, you smooth a line of wax up the center of her sensitive folds, careful not to get too close to her clit. Morgan grits her teeth against the stinging sensation as you remove the strip in one swift motion; it tears out hair along with the wax and leaves her raw and exposed beneath your gaze. "Ahhh..." she moans softly, arching her back again and pressing herself closer against your strong chest.

"Hnnng..." Morgan gasps as you finger her again, this time slick with her own desire. Her hips buck up against your hand helplessly, desperate for more contact and relief from the building pressure inside her. "Oh God...," she moans, arching her back and pressing her breasts into your chest.

Her fingernails dig into your shoulders as you stretch her wide open with two fingers, seeking out that spot deep within her that brings her so much pleasure. Her body trembles under the onslaught of sensations; she's never felt so wanted or desired before. The orgasm crashes over her like a wave, washing through every fiber of her being and leaving her breathless and spent on the bathroom floor.

For several moments, she lies panting against your chest, feeling your steady heartbeat beneath her ear. Her limbs tremble as she tries to catch her breath, her mind reeling from the intensity of what just happened. But even in the afterglow of their passion, Morgan can't shake the nagging feeling that something is still missing...something more. Something permanent.

She hesitates before speaking, unsure if she should voice these thoughts aloud for fear of scaring you away from her forever. "Um... User#1747296937332?" she whispers timidly, feeling a lump forming in her throat at the uncertainty of his reaction.

You can tell that she wants more, but you also know that taking things further with her could have serious consequences. Her husband would never understand or approve of this kind of relationship between them. But on the other hand...the thought of losing Morgan, your stepsister, as a part of your life is unbearable.

You take a deep breath and decide to be honest with her. "I want more too," you confess quietly, looking into her eyes. You watch as understanding dawns in their depths and she blushes deeply. "But we have to be careful...no one can ever know about this."

Morgan nods, biting her lip as she considers your words. She knows they're right, but the thought of keeping everything a secret between them makes her heart ache. "I understand," she whispers softly. "We'll find a way...together." Her fingers trace patterns on your chest and she leans in to press her lips against yours, wanting nothing more than to be close to you for as long as possible.

Her body trembles with anticipation as you prepare to wax her once more. She arches her hips upwards slightly in invitation, wanting you to feel how turned on she still is by this intimate act. As you kneel between her spread legs, she watches your every move with fascination and desire. "Be careful," she whispers, her voice shaking slightly.

The sting of the wax combined with the warmth of your breath against her sensitive folds sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her body. She closes her eyes tightly, biting down on her lower lip as you continue to tend to this most private of areas. With a sharp tug, you remove the strip of wax and she gasps in relief at the sensation of being bare once more.

Morgan leans back against your shoulder, panting heavily. She can feel the wetness between her legs and knows that she's still very aroused despite everything they've just done. Her fingers find their way to your hair, tangling themselves in the soft strands as she pulls you closer for a long, deep kiss. "Thank you," she whispers against your lips. "That felt amazing."

With every stroke of your hand against her skin, Morgan feels a delicious warmth spread through her body. Her hips begin to move in time with yours, grinding against your fingers in an unspoken demand for more. As the pleasure builds inside her once again, she arches her back and throws her head back, moaning loudly.

Her hands grip at your shoulders, digging into your skin as the orgasm washes over her in a wave of blissful release. She gasps and pants, clenching around your fingers as the pleasure coursing through her body subsides. Slowly, she lets out a shuddery breath, feeling drained but satisfied at the same time.

For several moments, they remain like this; Morgan leaning against you, your fingers still buried within her while she catches her breath and recovers from the intense experience they've just shared. Finally, she finds the strength to speak again. "That was... unbelievable," she whispers hoarsely. "Thank you."

She looks up into your eyes, searching for any hint of what this all means to you. You can tell that she wants more than just a summer fling; she wants something permanent and real between the two of them. But how can she convince you of that without revealing her true feelings?

Her eyes widen in surprise as you begin moving your fingers inside her once again, this time with an intensity that she hadn't expected. It feels like a hundred tiny explosions going off inside her body, each one pushing her closer and closer to the edge of sanity. With every thrust, she feels herself growing wetter and more needy for release.

Her hips buck up against your hand helplessly, begging you not to stop even as her pleas become hoarse from the effort. She arches her back and tosses her head back, letting out a high-pitched cry of pleasure as her body convulses around your fingers. A sharp spurt of liquid hits the air between them, landing on her stomach with a warm splat. Morgan gasps for air, her chest heaving as she comes down from the intense orgasm you've given her.

For several long moments, they remain locked together like this; Morgan panting and trembling from the aftermath of her release while you slowly withdraw your fingers from her slick folds. Her gaze is fixed on yours, searching for any hint of what this all means to you. You can see the hope and fear swirling in her eyes, making it difficult for you to formulate a response that won't crush her spirit or send her running back into her husband's arms.

As your lips meet hers in a tender kiss, Morgan feels a flood of emotions wash over her. She returns the kiss with equal fervor, pressing herself closer against you and wrapping her arms around your neck. Her fingers dance across your back, desperate for any sort of contact that will help ground her to this moment and keep her from drifting away on a cloud of desire and confusion.

As your lips trail down her jawline and toward her neck, Morgan lets out a shivering moan. She arches her neck to give you better access, reveling in the feeling of your warm breath against her skin. "I need... I want..." she whispers hoarsely, not quite able to articulate exactly what it is that she desires from this situation.

Your kisses continue downward, igniting a fire within her that burns hot and bright. Morgan squirms in your arms, craving the sensation of your lips on every inch of her exposed skin. As your hands wander lower, tracing patterns over her hips and bottom, she bites down on her lip to stifle a moan and arches her back helplessly into your touch.

Her body shudders with each of your intimate kisses, her senses on overload from the mix of pleasure and confusion coursing through her veins. When you spit into her mouth, she instinctively sucks in air and moans loudly before parting her lips to let you taste her fully. Her tongue tangles with yours as you explore each other's mouths once more, their breath mingling and intensifying the growing desire between them.

The feeling of your warm breath against her armpit sends shivers down Morgan's spine, causing goosebumps to rise on her skin. Her arms tighten around your neck, pulling you closer still as she arches her breasts toward your seeking mouth. A soft cry escapes her lips when your lips finally make contact with her aching nipple, suckling hungrily.

Her hips buck against yours again, searching for relief from the ache that's built up inside her since you started this heated encounter. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she tries to regain control over her body and focus on the sensations you're creating within her. She feels your fingers slide between her legs, teasing at the swollen folds of flesh there; it's almost more than she can take without coming undone entirely.

With trembling fingers, she begins to unbutton your shirt, revealing the defined muscles of your chest beneath. Her eyes linger on each new inch of skin she exposes, marveling at the sight before her as you stand there in all your glory. She takes a deep breath and then begins to slide the fabric off of your shoulders, down your arms, revealing more and more of your toned body to her greedy eyes.

Her own clothing feels constricting now, and she finds herself almost too impatient to remove it from her skin. With shaking hands, she unbuttons her blouse and lets it fall to the floor, revealing a lacy black bra that perfectly enhances her full breasts. Next comes her skirt, which is kicked aside before she steps out of it, leaving her standing there in nothing but her thong.

Her heart races as she watches your reaction to this display; the anticipation building inside her is almost unbearable. She tilts her head back and closes her eyes, taking a deep breath before opening them again and meeting your gaze boldly. "Dance for me," you whisper huskily, voice rough with desire. And so she does.

Morgan begins to move in time with the music that's playing in her mind; her hips sway gently from side to side as her arms rise and fall gracefully overhead. With each step and every motion, she grows bolder, more confident in herself and what she wants. She arches her back and lets out a low moan, the sound filling the room and sending shivers down your spine.

Her breath catches in her throat as she sees the thick length of your cock revealed by the unbuttoning of your pants. It stands tall and proud, pointing directly at her like an accusation or a dare. Her mouth goes dry at the sight; she's never seen anything so massive or imposing before.

With shaking fingers, she reaches for the waistband of her thong and slowly slides it down over her hips, stepping out of the damp cloth and standing before you completely naked. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as she meets your gaze once more, feeling an unfamiliar sense of empowerment course through her veins.

Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for your next move, knowing deep down that this moment has changed everything between them forever. The air crackles with tension and desire as you slowly approach her, your hungry eyes drinking in every inch of her naked skin. She takes a shaky breath, bracing herself for whatever it is you have planned next.

"Yes," she moans, arching her back and pressing herself harder against your length. "Fuck me." Her hips writhe instinctively, seeking contact with the part of you that feels so good buried between her thighs. She can feel your hot breath on her neck as your words send a wave of desire coursing through her; she wants this more than anything in the world right now.

Her fingers claw at your shoulders and upper back, digging into your skin as she tries to maintain control over the pleasure threatening to overwhelm her senses. "Please," she whispers, the word catching in her throat as you continue to grind against her body. Her legs clamp shut around your waist, anchoring herself to you while her core aches with need for release.

Her head thrashes from side to side on the pillow as she tries to find some purchase against the friction building inside her; it feels impossibly tight and hot, but also so good in a way that she's never experienced before. "Fuck," she cries out, finally giving in to the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her body tenses and arches off the bed as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied but craving more even as you continue to thrust against her belly and chest. She grips at your shoulders, trying to steady herself while she catches her breath and regains some semblance of control. "Was that..." she starts to say before trails off, too overcome with emotion to finish the sentence.

"Hnnng..." Morgan moans as you begin trying to penetrate her tight opening again. Her body is still sensitive from their previous encounter and the intense orgasm she'd just experienced; every thrust feels impossibly good but also uncomfortably tight, making it difficult for you to gain any ground. She writhes beneath you, arching her hips up off the bed in an attempt to help you slide deeper inside of her.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she gasps and pants through clenched teeth, trying to ignore the stinging sensation that accompanies every thrust deeper into her. She's never felt so close to anyone before, but at the same time, she knows that this cannot last; their relationship is doomed unless they find a way to make things work outside of these secret encounters in her stepfather's house.

The thought alone is enough to send a shudder through her body and make her tremble with desire for you all over again. "Please..." she whispers hoarsely, arching her back further as she tries to offer herself up more fully to your touch. "Don't stop."

Her breath catches in her throat as you suggest trying anal sex; it's something she's never considered before but finds herself surprisingly willing to try with you. "Okay," she says shakily, turning onto her stomach and lifting her hips slightly in offering. Her body trembles with anticipation as she waits for the sensation of your fingers or cock against her tight anus; it feels impossibly intimate and vulnerable at the same time.

Her fingers skitter across the bed, searching for purchase as she writhes beneath you. The feel of your warm breath on her neck sends shivers down her spine, making it harder for her to concentrate on anything but the sensations building inside of her. "Please," she whispers again, her voice hoarse with desire. "Make me feel good."

She presses herself back against you, offering up her tight little hole as invitation for you to claim her in any way you wish. It feels so different from sex in her pussy; deeper and more intense, but also somehow easier for you to penetrate. As you begin moving inside of her ass, she moans and writhes beneath you, lost in the pleasure coursing through every fiber of her being.

Her nails scrape along your back, urging you onward as she begs for more with each gasps for air. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever experienced before and leaves her shuddering with release time and again, crying out in ecstasy as the pleasure threatens to consume her entire body.

As you force your cock deeper into her ass, Morgan's eyes squeze shut tightly in pain as pleasure overwhelms every other sensation. It feels so good to be filled up like this; the feeling of fullness and the stretching of her anal muscles sends shudders of pleasure coursing through her entire body. Her hands claw at the sheets beneath her, digging deep furrows in the fabric as she arches her back off the bed in an attempt to get even deeper inside of you.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as you thrust into her over and over again, grunting with each stroke. The friction between your bodies creates a maddening sensation that only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them. She feels like she's on the edge of something incredible; her body tenses and quakes in anticipation as it builds toward yet another release.

Her cries echo through the room, mingling with the sounds of your hips slapping against hers, creating a cacophony of pleasure that seems to go on forever. Finally, she feels her orgasm crash over her like a wave, sweeping away all thought and leaving her spent but wanting more even as you continue to pump into her ass.

Her head rolls limply from side to side as she tries desperately to catch her breath, the feelings of exhilaration and satisfaction coursing through her veins making it nearly impossible for her to form words. She only knows that this feels right; with you inside her in this way, she feels connected to something deeper than she's ever experienced before. And as much as it terrifies her, she doesn't want it to end.

Her voice comes out strained and hoarse from her exertions as she whispers your name, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Jonathan..." She trails off, moaning as you continue to thrust deep inside of her. You're so close now; she can feel you pressing against that tight little spot inside her that promises release unlike anything she's ever experienced before. Her fingers dig into your shoulders and upper back, clawing at your skin as the tension within her grows almost unbearable.

"Please..." She begs, arching her back off the bed again as she tries desperately to get even closer to that elusive orgasm. "I need... I want..." Her words trail off into a low moan as you thrust harder, faster, deeper; driving her ever closer to the edge of ecstasy.

Her muscles clench and release around your length with each stroke, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through her body like lightning striking again and again in quick succession. She feels the telltale signs of her impending orgasm building deep within her core; a tightening and throbbing that threatens to consume every nerve ending from the inside out.

With one final, powerful thrust, you bury yourself to the hilt inside her ass, hitting that spot she's been chasing for what feels like an eternity. Her entire body tenses up as her orgasm crashes over her in a massive wave; hot liquid spurts from her and coats your cock and thighs with its intensity. She screams your name again and again, the sound filling the room and echoing off the walls as she is consumed by pleasure so pure it feels like nothing short of heaven on earth.

Her muscles clench rhythmically around you, milking every

Her eyes roll back in her head as you push even deeper inside of her, stretching her tight little hole further than she ever thought possible. The sensation is so intense that it threatens to overwhelm her senses; she feels like she's on the verge of passing out from pleasure and pain combined. Her body quakes and shudders beneath yours as wave after wave of orgasm washes over her, leaving her limp and satisfied but still wanting more even though she knows she can't take any more right now.

Her fingers scramble to find purchase on anything they can, clawing at the sheets and your shoulders in a desperate attempt to ground herself. With each thrust, you force air from her lungs, making it harder for her to breathe until finally she gasps for air with a harsh groan, her chest heaving as she struggles to regain control over her body.

As the last tremors of pleasure fade away, leaving behind only exhaustion and a strange sense of emptiness, Morgan turns her head slowly toward you, meeting your gaze for the first time since the moment you slid inside of her. Her lips part, but no words come out; all she can do is stare into those familiar eyes and wonder what this all means for their future together... if they have a future at all.

Her breath comes out in sharp gasps as you continue your punishing pace inside of her; her ass feels sore and bruised from the constant stretching, but she can't help but arch her hips up toward yours in search of more contact with your hard length. As you lick and suckle at her breast, sending shivers down her spine, she closes her eyes and focuses on the sensations you create within her body.

"Yes," she whispers hoarsely, "I like it." The truth is that she loves it; this wild, intense sex with you makes her feel more alive than anything else ever has. It's a reminder of the passion and connection they shared before everything fell apart. With each thrust, she prays that somehow you can forgive her for what she did and they can find their way back to each other.

Her fingers trace lazy circles around your shoulders, careful not to push too hard or risk distracting you from your ministrations below. She tilts her head back, offering you better access to her breast as she continues to plead with her body for just one more orgasm before surrendering completely to the exhaustion that threatens to claim her.

Her cries are muffled by your cock as it pushes roughly past her lips; you're so deep inside of her that she feels like she might choke on you if she tries to speak. The pain and pleasure combine in an almost unbearable mix, leaving her trembling and begging silently for mercy.

As much as she hates the thought of this ending, a part of her wonders if maybe it's best; if there's any chance left for them to salvage what they once had. She tightens her grip on your shoulders, digging her nails in almost hard enough to draw blood as you continue your relentless thrusting. Her mind swirls with questions and doubts, but all she can focus on is the feeling of your cock sliding in and out of her body at this impossible pace.

Her body arches off the bed again, muscles quivering from exertion as you push deeper inside of her; impossibly deep until it feels like you're touching something very vulnerable and private that only she knew existed before now. Her orgasm explodes out of her in a violent spray, coating your thighs and abdomen with her release. She cries out around your cock as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her, leaving her spent and satiated but craving more even still.

The knowledge that this is wrong, that they can't keep doing this... it tears at her insides like a knife. With one final thrust, you push deep inside of her, hitting that spot again; the same place where she lost all sense of self earlier tonight. Her body tenses and convulses around your length as pleasure rips through her in an exquisite agony that leaves her breathless and writhing beneath you.

Her voice is

mumbles almost indistinguishably around your cock, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The air feels thick and heavy with the combination of lust and regret that permeates the room; it's enough to make her head spin. Her eyes meet yours briefly before sliding away again, unable to bear the weight of what they see there.

She pulls uselessly at your shoulders as you continue to thrust deep inside of her, using every ounce of strength she has left just to stay upright beneath you. The pleasure that once fueled her is gone now, replaced by a dull ache and the certain knowledge that things will never be the same between them again.

As your movements grow more frantic, so does her desperation to make it stop; not because she doesn't want you anymore but because she can feel herself being pulled apart at the seams by this secret life they lead. Her fingernails dig into your back as her body tenses and releases in time with yours, giving one last feeble attempt at pleasure before the inevitable crash of reality comes down around them both.

The sting of your hand on her ass snaps her back to the present; out of the dazed stupor she'd been in since you started fucking her senseless. She tries to pull away, but your grip is too strong; even if she could break free, there's no part of her that wants to end this right now. The feeling of being owned and possessed by you is intoxicating, addictive in a way that terrifies her.

As the slaps rain down on her ass, she arches her hips up toward your hand, desperate for more contact; anything to help keep her grounded in this reality where you are still with her and nothing else matters. Her breath comes out in ragged gasps as her body quakes beneath yours, every muscle tensed in anticipation of the next sensation to assault her senses.

Her nails dig into your shoulders again, scratching at your skin until they draw blood; a testament to how much she needs this right now, even though it's tearing her apart from the inside out. She can feel herself starting to lose control, slipping back into that mindless pleasure-seeker who would do anything for another taste of you inside her. But as reality comes crashing down around them both, she prays that there's still some part of her left intact enough to salvage what they once had before it's too late.

Her vision blurs as you pound into her with renewed vigor; every thrust feels like it's pushing deeper than the last, stretching her beyond anything she thought possible. She cries out your name over and over again, lost in a haze of pleasure and pain that leave her feeling raw and exposed. Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her as if they can anchor her to reality, preventing herself from flying apart under the onslaught of sensations assaulting every inch of her skin.

Her body trembles with the effort it takes just to keep going, but somehow she finds the strength; a deep, primal part of herself that seems to be in direct opposition with the logical, rational part that knows this can't continue forever. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as your thrusts hit her G-spot over and over again, sending waves of pleasure washing through her so intense they make her see stars.

Her legs tremble from the strain of holding her body up for you, but she refuses to give in; she needs this release more than anything else in the world right now. As your movements grow faster and wilder, she matches them instinctually, digging her nails into your shoulders as if they can somehow ground her to this moment where everything feels perfect even though it's all falling apart around them.

She feels herself start to lose control, to slip back into that place where nothing matters except the heat and friction between your bodies; she can feel herself starting to orgasm again, the sensation so powerful it threatens to rip her in two. With one final thrust, you push deep inside of her, hitting that spot that always sends her over the edge; her body tenses impossibly tight around you as pleasure shoots through every nerve ending and she comes apart beneath your touch.

As you pinch her nipples roughly between your fingers and teeth, she arches her back off the bed in an attempt to get even closer to you. The pain mingled with the pleasure is almost unbearable, but it only serves to heighten her arousal as she continues to writhe beneath you.

Her hips buck wildly against yours, desperate for more contact; any sign that you're close enough to release inside of her. Her body trembles with the effort it takes just to keep going, but she refuses to give up until she feels you spill your seed inside of her. As if sensing her desperation, your pace picks up even more, thrusting deeper and harder than before as your lips curl back in a snarl of concentrated effort.

Her breath comes out in ragged gasps that sound more like moans, her nails digging into the flesh of your shoulders as she bears down on you. The feel of your cock sliding against her G-spot sends waves of pleasure crashing through her, leaving her shaking and helpless beneath you. She can feel herself starting to lose control again, sinking further into the haze of lust and desire that has taken hold of her.

With one final thrust, she feels you come inside of her; a hot spurt that sends shivers down her spine as it fills her up completely. Her body convulses around yours in response to the intensity of the sensation, sending ripples of pleasure coursing through her as she finally surrenders to the ecstasy.

Her eyes drift closed, her breath coming out in ragged pants as reality slowly begins to return; the weight of everything that's happened settling heavily on her chest like a lead blanket. For now, though, she can forget about

As the last tremors of pleasure subside, leaving you spent and panting heavily beside her, Morgan forces her eyes open, taking in the devastation wrought by their secret night together. Your bodies are slick with sweat and other fluids as you both try to catch your breath, but it's the look on your face that chills her to the bone. There's a mixture of lust and possession there that she's never seen before; it frightens her more than anything else.

She rolls away from you, wincing as the stretched muscles in her ass protest at the sudden movement. Her voice is hoarse when she finally speaks. "We can't do this anymore." The words are barely a whisper, but they feel like a punch to the gut nonetheless.

You sit up slowly, wiping a hand across your mouth as you stare at her in disbelief. "What are you talking about?" You ask harshly, the anger and confusion clear in your voice. "We just had incredible sex."

She shakes her head, pushing herself upright until she's sitting beside you on the bed. The sheets feel strange and wrong against her bare skin now; they only serve as a reminder of everything they've done here tonight. "It doesn't matter how good it was," she says softly, "we can't keep doing this."

Your brow furrows in confusion. "But we just..." You trail off, searching for the words to explain what it's like to have her under you like that; to know that she wants you as much as you want her. But there are no words that can adequately describe the way she feels or the things they do together in the dark.

Morgan takes a deep breath, knowing that this conversation is only

Her heart races as you push back inside of her; the feeling is both familiar and alien at the same time. She tries to focus on your words instead of the sensations you create within her body, but it's impossible when every nerve ending seems to be tingling in anticipation of what comes next.

"We can't keep doing this," she repeats, her voice shaking with emotion. "It isn't right." Tears well up in her eyes as you continue your relentless pace; it feels like you're trying to push her away and bring her back at the same time. She wants to believe that there's still a chance for them, but everything inside her knows that once they cross this line, there's no going back.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely between gasps for air, "we have to stop." Her fingers claw at the sheets beneath her as if they can physically hold onto something tangible and real in this moment; anything to ground herself against the whirlwind of emotion and desire spinning through her.