“I left it freezing in the fridge. I'll get it for you." he advanced towards the fridge handing the bottle to her soon after, with a dismayed expression “But let's not exaggerate, okay? The few times I've seen you drink something, it's been pretty clear that you're not exactly resistant to alcohol..." “What did we already talk about you treating me like a child?" She raised an eyebrow, taking the bottle from his hands “ If I want it drunk, then it's my decision." “Okay, okay…” he raised his hands in surrender “Just don't forget that we have a plane to catch early afternoon tomorrow. And it's not exactly comfortable throwing up in a toilet 500 meters up." “I'll keep your advice in mind." she sneered , secretly enjoying the feeling that he was worried about her, even if he wasn't going to admit it aloud “Now, come here! Let's eat! “ she encouraged him, sitting in the chair right in front of him with her legs gathered, so that the hem of her shirt was even shorter, almost revealing her
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
Fortunately, she was more composed and had already hidden her soaked panties in her suitcase when he walked out the bathroom door, dressed in sweatpants and a T-shirt. Attentive as he was to his every move, it didn't escape her notice that his face was flushed and not just from the hot shower water, as she well knew. For the next few minutes, he didn't even make a move to look or speak to her, methodically rummaging through the suitcase with his back to her, even though he didn't seem to be looking for anything in particular. To Charlie's surprise, the longer she watched him, the more that behavior seemed oddly familiar. Could it be... had this happened before? Had he ever masturbated near her without her ever realizing it? Spurred on by this new information about him, Charlie began to replay in her mind the times in the past that she had seen him with that same lost expression and those slightly rosy cheeks, avoiding his gaze as much as possible. Come to think of it, maybe the first
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 t
" Show me." he ordered, gripping the armrests tightly, aching with excitement. Looking overjoyed as she did so, Charlie stood up and turned her back on him, only to bend her spine forward as she parted her legs, letting him see every inch of the black fabric that covered her, especially the way he was completely covered. soaked, molding itself to the shapes of her vagina. Licking his lips, he moved his hand forward, absentmindedly playing with the small pockmarked mound of her swollen clit, making her sigh in pleasure. However, even though he knew she would love for him to simply move the ruined fabric to her side and start finger-fucking her, Morgan didn't. Instead, he began moving his index finger up and down, very lazily, letting her hot juices wet him, even beneath her panties. "Please…" Charlie gasped, looking at him over her shoulder as she rocked her hips against his hand, wanting to sink into her fingers. “I'm angry…” he commented, as he gently pinched her mound, making her
After saying that, she crushed her mouth to his in a devouring kiss that made his cock harden even more inside her. Even though he could easily get her off him and return to his previous position, Morgan internally celebrated that turnaround, enjoying every second of Charlie's dominance, while she used his body as she wanted, in pursuit of her own pleasure. Something that, inexplicably, only made his desire ignite even more, to the point where she looked capable of burning him alive. That was a peculiar situation, because the Charlie of his dreams wasn't usually so bossy, but he would be more than grateful if she became so, from now on. Enjoying the view as she moved over him faster and faster, Morgan confined himself to simply stroking her breasts, stroking her nipples with his fingers until they were hard, begging for her mouth. And, just as he began to greedily suck them in, Charlie again overpowered him by complete, crushing his head against her chest, as if she wanted to keep the
Charlie's dreams tended to be short and usually didn't make any sense. So when she found herself sailing in a canoe down a waterfall, surrounded by a flock of platypuses wearing red caps with yellow stripes, and suddenly a rolling pin came up and started poking her ass, she instantly woke up. Upon waking up and facing a totally unfamiliar room when opening her eyes, Charlie even felt disoriented for a few seconds, until she finally regained consciousness enough to remember that she was in a hotel room with Morgan... But if so, then why was the rolling pin from her dream still rubbing her ass? Confused and still with her eyes trying to adjust to the darkness of the room, she started to turn over in bed, to see what the hell that hard thing was doing on top of the bed, poking her and why the hell it felt like there was something warm holding it- a, making it so difficult for her to move around freely... That's when she realized that Morgan, sound asleep, seemed to have turned over at
" I want... You... So much... " Morgan grunted between sighs, with her mind lost in the dream, but her body very awake, as the palpitating cock between her hands made it very clear "I will... Go crazy ..." “You can have me in real life." she said, her voice half coaxing and half angry, for even in her sleep he was stubborn enough to argue with her “I want you too. “ Charlie whispered against his ear, wishing that phrase could reach him, even if unconsciously. "It's not...true..." was all he stammered, as his eyebrows dropped and his hands withdrew from her body, leaving him with a desolate expression. “Yes, you thick-headed idiot, it's true! “ she growled, frustrated, pressing her forehead to his, while an excited outburst, long contained, escaped from inside her chest “ Why is it so hard for you to admit what you feel for me? What I feel for you? Can't you see how much you mean to me? How much I love you? “ Charlie whimpered, making his forehead crease in anguish, even though he wa
“Do you really think so, Morgan? “ she purred, playing with her cleavage already almost completely open “ I think you are so controlled… I bet you could resist me for years and years. So I think it would take more than just a dress... " Undoing the ties at the back of her back, she let the fabric slide to the floor, leaving her in just a pair of tiny panties before his smoldering gaze " I think I would need to be naked in front of you…” Closing the small distance between the two of them, she caressed his bare chest “I would need to touch you…” Charlie moved her lips over his teasingly “I would need to kiss you. ..But her words were interrupted when he pulled her into one more eager kiss, digging his fingers into the flesh of her ass without any qualms, making her gasp.“You're wrong, Charlie…” he growled against her lips, his green eyes almost completely black with desire “You just need to exist. But do not worry. You're about to find out exactly what I'm talking about...Before Char
"Something tells me so..." Wanting to tease him a little more, she rose on tiptoe to overcome the several inches of difference in height between the two of them, pretending to kiss him on the mouth, but deflecting to his side. cheek at the last second, pressing her lips there chastely like she used to when she was younger “But if I can make a special request, I want you to teach me how to make your family's special cupcakes! “ she asked moving away from him with the feeling of long duty when noticing the frustrated and longing expression on his face." Your wish is an order. “He grunted, moving to the area of the worktop where the ingredients were and motioning for her to stand beside it. “First, we have to mix the cocoa powder with the oil, eggs and sugar. “ he explained, picking up a new bowl to put everything in it.“Can I move? “ she offered, sticking her side to his, when she saw him reach a nearby fuê." At ease..." he took a step back instead of passing the bowl to her, indicat
“Be nice to Aunt Vivian, okay? Charlie asked his children, making sure their scarves were securely wrapped around their necks, before they got into their godmother's car.“Okay, Mom. “ Patrick immediately agreed, visibly excited to spend the entire night playing video games, as Vivian always allowed.“What do you and Dad need to do alone on your wedding anniversaries that you can't do with us? “Very unlike her brother, Poppy huffed, crossing her arms over her chest suspiciously.Narrowing his eyes a little in the direction of that stubborn little girl, Charlie snorted when he heard Vivian having a fit of laughter inside the car. She hated to admit it, but even though she was still 9 years old and the carbon image of her father physically, Poppy had inherited her entire personality, which most of the time was a source of pure pride for Charlie, when she saw her smart and smart little girl. determined in action... But at times like this, when she just wanted to have a moment alone with
In a very short time, the bathroom had already been taken over by Sawyer's furious growls and meows, who was trying at all costs to escape the water from the bathtub and the comb that Morgan ran along the length of his fur, throwing more and more fleas into the water at every turn. new pass.“ I really need to talk to Charlie about the stray dogs and cats that are roaming the complex... “ Morgan panted slightly, trying to keep the little beast in her hands under control “ If, even taking medicine every month, you managed to get infested like this way walking around, then those who live on the street must be in a serious situation..." Daddy? “ Poppy's scared voice interrupted him and he turned his head to see his children in the bathroom doorway, fearful “What are you doing with Sawyer?“It's okay, honey. “ He soothed her, moving a little to escape the slash Sawyer had nearly landed on his face, though there wasn't much he could do about his already torn arms. “What happened is, Sawye
" And now we put the frozen peanut butter inside the dough..." Morgan instructed his children, helping them to sink the peanut butter balls into the chocolate dough with their little fingers " And no sticking the licked finger of Get back in the dough, Poppy. “ he warned his daughter, without even looking in her direction “I'm watching you.Hearing her little girl's characteristic snort, the same one that made her sound even more like her mother. Stifling a laugh, he finished helping Patrick finish the cupcakes, moving in time to catch his sister in the air, at the same moment that she had just jumped onto the stool he had positioned below the counter, so that they could could cook together with him." Daddy! “ Poppy complained, struggling in his arms as hard as her tiny five year old body would allow. “I can get off the bench by myself!“But not without getting hurt. “ he stole a kiss on her cheek, making her huff again, before sitting her down in one of the chairs at the dining tabl
“ Samantha, for God's sake! “ Anthony growled under his breath, although everyone could hear him clearly “ Apologize at once or you will be thrown out of this house!"Charlotte…" she began, her expression contorted with rage as if she was straining to say those words "I'm sorry…" Whereby? Charlie raised an eyebrow in her direction, seeming to be enjoying the moment deeply.“For being rude, honey. “ Samantha opened a big forced smile “ I promise that this will never happen again, from now on.“ That's true, because I'll make sure you don't! “ Morgan swore, determined “ Now get out of here! I want to speak with Charlotte alone!“Mr. Sullivan, she's still my daughter... " Anthony looked like he wanted to protest, but his scared voice made that sentence absolutely pathetic.“The same daughter you were mistreating a moment ago! “ Morgan snarled, making him flinch immediately “Now get out!“Of course, Mr. Sullivan... " Samantha nodded, her blue eyes cold and angry " Why wouldn't we, as par
Morgan didn't know why he was there. Or rather, the truth was, he shouldn't be there. And that in every sense.There was a lot of work to be done and a lot of paperwork to be signed in his office, like every other day of the year... But still, perhaps for the first time in his life, he had found it difficult to concentrate. That's because the image of Charlotte Manson jumping into a fountain across from him the day before wouldn't leave his mind. The more rational side of him tried to argue that it was just because she was a poor young girl with clearly terrible parents that she couldn't stand up for herself and needed help. Therefore, as soon as he finished work, he could visit her in the most proper way possible, like any normal person would. But not.Instead, he had left the office early for the first time in years "maybe, again, for the first time in his life", just so he could see Charlie again and get rid of that nagging feeling that had been plaguing his chest all morning. Whic
All the books and scientific articles Morgan had read about babies during Charlie's pregnancy said that in order for her son to sleep well, it was important to create a calm and quiet environment at nap time. However, his wife wasn't very good at it.“You spend the whole day soiling your diaper and throwing up…” he heard her play inside the suite's bathroom, with the sounds of wet kisses filling the room “How can you smell so good?Hearing her daughter's contented cackle, Morgan couldn't help but smile, even though she knew all that fussing would make it take Poppy much longer to fall asleep. But, well, she was Charlie's daughter, so obviously she wasn't a simple bottle, a dark room and a little white noise that would magically dampen the infinite energy she had inside her.Hearing his son give a long yawn, Morgan turned his attention to Patrick who, after a relaxing bath and having changed into his pajamas, was clearly ready for bed, very different from his twin sister. Feeling his h
"Well...that depends..." he commented, shrugging." Like this? She raised an eyebrow, confused.“ It depends on whether you like it or not. “Morgan smiled, stroking her cheek." What? “ Charlie gasped, shocked “You mean...?“ Over the past few months, I've thought a lot about what you've told me about your dream of raising your own pets, beyond the shelter animals. But it would be a bit difficult to do that in an apartment. “ he said, making her eyes widen even more “ So I decided it would be a good idea to look for a new home for us: a spacious house where you can welcome as many animals as you want and make our family even bigger. “ Morgan approached her, biting her cheek to stop herself from laughing at her stunned expression. “And this was the house that I thought most fit what you had described to me. So what do you think? Should we look a little further or could this place become our new home? I particularly think Matilda would love to be able to run around without having so man