Underestimated Too(90)

I wasn’t sure which I felt more, my wet pussy, or my crimson face. Why did he do this? He could talk about our sex life to Deidra like it was nothing more than a business meeting.

“I warned her, ‘Morgan, I have a conference call.’

‘Then hurry up. It’s not going to take long. I promise.’

What the hell was I supposed to say to that? I did as I was told, and she was absolutely right. She was calling out in ecstasy in seconds, not minutes.

‘Happy?’ I smirked, pulling her up and kissing her lips, coating them with her own juices.

‘Not completely.’

‘You have to sit here and be quiet for a few minutes. I have to get on this call.’

‘Go ahead.’

How the hell was I supposed to lead a conference call with her naked on my desk? That wouldn’t be the problem. I no sooner dialed in when Morgan was on her knees, releasing my rock hard cock in her hand. I talked about the growth in the new Los Angeles store, trying to keep it together while my wife stroked my cock in her hand. I was leading a conference call with confidence, glancing to the numbers on the screen, then back to Morgan’s hand.

‘Derik, take over. Go to the week of the fifth graph,’ I ordered. I wasn’t okay anymore. Morgan’s fingers lightly squeezing my balls and her lips covering my head did me in.

‘I’m going to kill you,’ I promised as soon as I hit the silent button on my desk phone.

‘Want me to stop?’ she asked, looking up to me with seductive eyes and then dipped her head, taking as much of me as she could.

‘Oh, god. I swear you have no gag reflex.’ I moaned.

‘I don’t. You taught me that, remember?’

‘What?’ I asked when she stopped.

‘Why did I say that, Drew?’

‘Say what?’

‘Why did I think you taught me that?’

‘I don’t know. I probably teased you about it or something.’

‘No, it didn’t feel like that.’

‘Morgan?’ I questioned, wanting her to finish what she’d started, or let me get back on my call. I didn’t want her thinking about that. I didn’t want her to remember me forcing my dick down her throat, telling her I would teach her how to control her gag reflexes. I’d said it often. Thank god she put it aside and gave me one hell of a blow job.

Those same memories consumed me too. I stood, holding her hair with one hand and stroking my cock with the other. She opened her mouth and waited, like she’d done it that way all along. I hadn’t done that since she’d been home, not like that anyway. It was out of my control. I saw the look in her eyes. It wasn’t lustful anymore. This look was afraid. The one that I’d once loved to see on her face. The old Drew was winning. I couldn’t care about what was going through her mind at the moment. It was too late. I was past the point of return.

“You ready, baby?” I asked, pumping my dick on her lips. She didn’t reply and kept her lips parted slightly, just like I’d taught her, like she remembered. And just like old times the first bout squirted to her lips. Massaging my come around her lips, I pressed into her mouth as the next shot entered her mouth. Morgan sucked me clean, just like she’d done a thousand times before and then turned away from me. I’d lost her. I’d lost her and me both. Why did this have to be so hard for me? Why couldn’t I just show her how much I loved her?

‘I’ll let you work,’ she timidly said, standing. I didn’t like timid Morgan anymore. I liked strong Morgan. The one that told me Marta wasn’t my maid and to pick up my empty glass or carry my own plate to the kitchen. The Morgan that barged into my office, demanding me to go down on her, that’s the Morgan I wanted. I kept fucking bringing it back. Over and over, I let my bastard self spill out, time and time again.

‘Morgan?’ I softly spoke with a remorseful smile.

She weakly smiled back.

‘I’m fine. I’ll see you at dinner,’ she sadly responded, seeing herself out.”

“Those were the days that I struggled to remember and forget at the same time,” I said, talking to Drew and not Deidra. Drew knew what I meant. Deidra wouldn’t.

Deidra talked to us more about fixing things that day, if there was such a thing.

“Tell me what your loneliness is, Morgan,” she requested.

“What do you mean,” I asked.

“When do you feel alone?”

“I honestly don’t feel that way, at all.”

“You have to feel something. What about after an incident? How do you feel after a fight or one of your issues with Drew?”

“Drew is very attentive towards me after an episode. I don’t feel lonely with Drew. Drew is always with me, even when he’s not. Unless he is in the air, he can see me from anywhere in the country in any room of our house,” I explained.