As I spoke, Morgan adopted this almost mad look on her face and she eventually cut me off by kissing me. "No," she simply said.

"No...?"

"I don't care. Just this once, I don't care. Pull out or fucking don't, you're taking me here." She kissed me again, this time groping my cock over my jeans as she did. "Okay?"

I had to chuckle. "What's gotten into you?"

She smiled sweetly out of nowhere. It almost sent a shiver up my spine. "Don't you want me too, Quinn?"

"Get the fuck out of here," I replied humorously, playfully slapping her face. "You looked like a horror villain."

She chuckled too,...