Chapter 90

His flared flesh burned against hers. She moaned, writhed, doing her best to tempt him. She ached to feel him impale her, stretch her. A jolt of need nearly had her screaming. Morgan bit her lip, wriggled her hips. Jack merely kept her in place, stretched out on a torturous rack of denial.

“You want me to fuck you?” he demanded.

“Yes, sir.”

“I will,” he whispered in her ear. “When you suck his cock.”

His words lashed her with like a whip of desire, stinging across her senses. Morgan tossed a wide-eyed stare over her shoulder.

“I want to watch your mouth on him while I fuck you. Do it now.”

A heavy craving gnawed at her, pulsing low in her belly. She wanted to. And she wanted Jack to watch—and get hot as hell.

Turning back to Deke, Morgan focused on his erection. He was definitely in proportion with the rest of his gargantuan body. There was no way she was going to be able to take him all in her mouth. Ever.

But it could be damn fun trying, kn