Chapter Twenty-Three
For dinner that night, Cody had whipped up a pork roast with potatoes and carrots using the quickie game oven. He was just setting the table with Yana’s help when there was a knock at the door.
“I’ll be right back,” he said to his two houseguests.
Cody opened the door to find Morgan, all dolled up in a short, white sundress, her cleavage nearly spilling out. Her coppery hair was falling in waves of perfectly coiffed curls over her lightly freckled shoulders, and she was wearing a bit of makeup, like the night they had their dinner date. She wasn’t wearing her glasses, which meant she opted for her contact lenses, even though he knew she hated them.
“Wow…” Cody was pretty sure he was drooling and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “I am definitely happy to see you, but I thought you were helping with Gracie tonight?”
“Gracie had a good day, so Doug said I could have the night off,” Morgan explained. “But she has been asking about coming over here to ‘work’ in Grandpa Sam’s workshop.”
“That shed that’s out in the forest?” He had peeked in a few weeks back, but it was empty, except for an old wooden work bench.
“Yeah, that one. She brings a little toy toolbox with her and will play in there for hours, but Doug hasn’t let her come by since you moved in.”
“They are more than welcome to come by anytime.”
“Perfect. I’ll tell them.” Morgan kissed him on the cheek and then looked past his shoulder into the cottage. “Are you cooking dinner? It smells delicious.”
“Yeah, do you want to join us?” Cody offered, and stepped to the side, ushering her in.
He had no idea how this was going to play out. Morgan followed him into the kitchen and then stopped short, her eyes landing on Yana, who was finishing setting the table, and then Nyrah, who was already sitting at the table.
Luckily, the girls were wearing their gemstone necklaces that made them look like humans. Nyrah’s eyes roamed over Morgan from head to toe, as Morgan did the exact same thing to the other girl. Then Morgan looked back to Yana.
“Aren’t you the girl who works at the gift shop?” Morgan asked Yana.
“Yes,” Yana answered. “But I don’t work there anymore. I quit to pursue a career in foreign sicks.”
“Uh-huh.” Morgan turned to Cody: “These are your houseguests?”
“Ye—” Cody began, but Morgan grabbed him by the arm and dragged him down the hallway to his bedroom, slamming the door behind them.
“You did not tell me they were both incredibly gorgeous!” Morgan hissed. Her breathing had quickened, making her bosom heave in the most distracting way possible.
Cody tore his eyes off her breasts and looked into her eyes. “I said they were young women. Was I supposed to mention they were both hot?”
“So, you think they’re hot?”
“Um…” Cody said. “Objectively speaking, sure? But you’re the hottest one in this cottage Morgan, and the only one I’m interested in. And you look fucking amazing in this dress.”
“Don’t try to distract me with compliments!” She shoved him in the chest, making him stumble into the back of the door.
Cody threw his hands up in surrender. “Look, you can trust me! I promise!”
“Why?” Morgan asked, narrowing her eyes and clearly still on edge.
“Why what? Why help them? Because they had nowhere else to go.”
“No, why are they here? Did they specifically come here to visit you? To ask you for your help?”
Cody shrugged. “It’s just uh…purely coincidence that they’re in Cornerstone. And yeah, we’re acquaintances, and they needed some help and a place to stay, so…"
Cody was very aware of how weak his argument was. If he wanted to avoid the jealous girlfriend conversation, he could have told Nyrah and Yana to take a hike. But with Temica involved, and the game system, it was much more complicated than he could ever explain to Morgan.
Morgan crossed her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts together and up, and Cody inwardly groaned. He wanted them in his hands, or her nipples in his mouth. But instead, they were having a little tiff. Hopefully it was just a little tiff and wouldn't be balloon into a much more serious argument.
“Okay, fine,” Morgan said. “I believe you. But if I find out you’re lying, you’re fucking dead, and so are they.”
“Jesus…” Cody said, feeling a mix of extreme fear and extreme horniness. He could not deny that he kind of liked this side of Morgan. She was a little bit cray-cray when she got like this, but she was also his, and he kind of liked the extreme devotion. It had felt a bit overwhelming and clinging when they were teens, when he was still figuring his own shit out, but now that all his shit had been (mostly) figured out, and he knew the one thing he wanted was Morgan: he was completely on board with Morgan being obsessed with him.
“You. Are. Mine,” Morgan said, enunciating each word and leaning in close. She grabbed his face. “Do you understand?”
“I’m all yours, baby.” Her grip on his jaw started to hurt, so he stepped to the side, slipping from her grasp. She let him go but was still staring at him intensely. Then she kicked off her sandals, reached under her dress, and pulled her little white thong off, tossing it to the side.
“You’re going to fuck me now,” Morgan said. She walked over to the dresser, leaning her upper body over and bracing herself on her elbows. She arched her back, sticking her ass out. It was the kind of dresser with a big mirror attached to it. She looked into the mirror, meeting his eyes in the reflection, and raised one eyebrow. “Well?”
“But dinner…?” Cody mumbled, already popping the button on his jeans and walking over.
“Are you choosing dinner with those two girls over fucking me from behind?” Morgan made a little adjustment, widening her stance and arching her back even more.
It wasn’t a very hard decision: yes, he would like to quickly pump his girl full of cum before going back out there and eating dinner. Maybe Nyrah would finally get the message that he was definitely taken if she heard them having sex.
He walked up behind Morgan, loving the way the short skirt of her dress was just long enough to cover her ass cheeks when she was bent over like this. It was a bit of a tease but super naughty at the same time, especially since he already knew she was wearing nothing underneath. He met her eyes in the reflection of the mirror as he reached under the dress, his hands grabbing her plump ass and giving her a squeeze.
“Mmmm…” she moaned. “I’m ready Cody. Just fuck me already.”
He blocked Knife, and then shoved his jeans and boxers down, freeing himself. As soon as the head of his cock rubbed up against her wet pussy heat, Morgan cried out. He paused, lightly gripping her hips, and studied her in the mirror. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mouth slightly open. Her tits were on display in the mirror, just about to fall out of their dress prison. Thinking about how damn happy he was to have Morgan as his girl, he slowly eased his cock in. Morgan let out a drawn-out moan, but then her eyes snapped open, meeting his, her gaze steely and…determined? He slowly pulled out and pushed back in, holding her gaze in the mirror. As soon as his dick filled her up, she made another…performative?...extra loud moan, then she pushed her ass into him, wiggling her butt.
“Why are you going so slow?” she asked. “I want you to fucking rail me.”
Cody gripped her hips tighter. “Yeah?”
“Yes! Fucking destroy my pussy, Cody.”
Cody pulled back and then slammed back in, and she let out a cry of pleasure. This was a new side of her he hadn’t seen before. And well, they’d never done it using his grandfather’s dresser before, with the mirror, and it was pretty fucking hot to do her from behind while still being able to see her face. And her tits.
There was also no doubt in his mind that Nyrah and Yana would be able to hear what was happening, since Morgan was crying out every single time he bottomed out in her pussy. Was Morgan doing it on purpose? Was this some sort of ‘marking her territory’ thing? If it helped get Nyrah off his back and got his dick wet, he was totally fine with that. He slammed back into Morgan and she screamed again. And again.
He assaulted her pussy, just like she asked him to, shoving his cock in relentlessly. She pounded her fist on the dresser.
“Harder! Fuck me harder, Cody!” she cried.
He kept at it, bending his knees and putting his legs into it with each thrust, and she kept letting out a desperate scream every single time. He was fucking her so hard her whole body was rocking as she braced herself as best she could on the dresser. One of her breasts finally popped free from her dress and it seemed like the other one didn’t want to get left behind, so it popped out too. They bounced as he fucked her even harder, his eyes hypnotized by their sway, her nipples perfect pink peaks.
“Oh, godddddddd, your cock is mine!” Morgan cried out. “Mine!”
He looked away from her amazing boobs to lock eyes with her again, just as her orgasm crashed into her. Her eyes went wide as her scream caught in her throat, and then she dropped her head, shoulders rolling in, pussy clamping and throbbing on his cock. Her legs gave out and he had to hoist her up as he continued to fuck her through her powerful orgasm.
“Give me…give me your cum,” she said, but was breathless and barely audible.
“What?” he asked, pretending he didn’t quite catch that request.
“Give me your cum.”
“I don’t think I caught all of that…”
She slammed her fist on the dresser and snapped her head up to look at him through the reflection of the mirror. “GIVE ME YOUR FUCKING CUM CODY! ALL YOUR CUM IS MINE!”
Cody moaned loudly as he felt his orgasm hit and he emptied his load into her waiting and willing and desperate as fuck pussy. She let out a desperate whimper as he filled her, her pussy milking and squeezing his cock for every last drop. It felt like time stopped as his jizz endlessly filled her. When reality and time finally clicked back into place, and he pulled out, a river of thick, creamy baby batter dripped down Morgan’s inner thigh. She slumped down on the dresser, breathing heavily. A notification popped up, telling him he had completed another Romance Level, and he quickly dismissed it.
“Well, I gave it to you, but apparently your pussy kept the receipt and is making a return,” Cody said, and slapped her ass lightly.
Morgan giggled. “Probably because it didn’t fit. My pussy is too small for your big load.”
“It’s a pretty tight pussy…” Cody murmured, but he ran his finger up her leg, collecting up his cum, and then pushed it back into her pussy. Then he took some of that cum and rubbed her swollen clit, making Morgan gasp with pleasure. He flinched as an unexpected notification popped up:
Morgan pushed into his touch. “Mmmm, more Cody. Make me cum again.”
He closed out of the notification box and got back to pleasuring Morgan, circling their mixed, sticky fluids on her clit. He brought up his [Stamina Bar] and watched in awe as the little green bar filled back up with every slow, deliberate pet on Morgan’s pussy. And the [Stamina Bar] wasn’t the only thing rising back up.
“You wanna’ go again?” he asked Morgan, looking at her in the mirror with a cocky grin. She had strands of red hair plastered to her face with sweat and looked thoroughly spent, but she smiled.
“Again? Really?” she asked.
“Yep.”
She nodded and he thrust back inside for round two of the loudest, most performative sex he had ever had in his life. It was like the first round had been just a warm-up for Morgan. Her moans and screams of pleasure went off the fucking charts during round two. As far as fucks go, this session was probably in his Top Three. As he pummeled her pussy, he thought back tenderly to the very first time he fucked Morgan. It was a lot different, but it was probably Number One on his Top Three list. And up until this moment he had never thought to rank his fuck sessions. He’d…he’d do that later, once he was done with this one.
“Oh…my…f-f-fuck….” Morgan stammered. He could tell she was getting close to her second orgasm. He fucked her harder while reaching around and rubbing her clit. Morgan screamed in ecstasy as she came and he dumped another 100% Full Size Load into her Tiny Pussy™. He let a few rapid heartbeats pass before pulling out, feeling absolutely exhausted. Stumbling to the bed, he lazily pulled Morgan with him, and they flopped down next to each other. Another pink notification box popped up:
He felt pretty good about that dwindling number, getting closer and closer to unlocking Marriage. But then he looked up at his empty [Stamina Bar] and groaned. He was out of breath and all he wanted was to go to sleep, Morgan at his side. He was pretty sure he could pet her pussy again to boost his stamina and help him wake up, but he was worried if he rubbed her clit anymore the thing would fall off, and no one wanted that to happen. He vaguely wondered why he didn’t get the Pet a Pussy notification when they last had sex, but then…he had gone down on her and didn’t use his hands. He only got that notification for actual petting. And then he reminded himself that Temica and Henry the parrot were possibly the ones behind these game mechanics and then…instantly wished he hadn’t thought about it.
“Holy fuck…” Morgan said. “That was epic!”
“I think we….” Cody said between labored breaths, “made our…point.”
Morgan giggled and cuddled against his side, her sweat-soaked body pressing into his. “You’re fucking mine, Cody Hampshire. And those bitches needed to know it.”
“This is a new side of you,” Cody mused.
“Yeah, well, I let you slip away once. I’m not letting that happen again. And back in the day you weren’t slumming it with two hot bitches. They need to know their place.”
“I think they do.” Cody leaned over and kissed her on the top of her head. “And I’m not going anywhere without you ever again.”
Once they caught their breaths, they headed to the bathroom where they quickly cleaned up with wet wipes and tissues as best they could. They really needed a shower, but they also really needed to eat dinner. They got dressed, and Cody reluctantly tucked Morgan’s breasts back into her dress. She did the final boob adjustments to get them just right. Cody gave them a quick squeeze through the dress fabric just for good measure, making Morgan giggle and she playfully swatted him away.
“We definitely still smell like sex,” Cody laughed.
“Good,” Morgan said. “And by the way, I’m going to have phantom dick for days after that.”
“Phantom…dick?”
“I can still feel the imprint of your dick deep inside of me, stretching my pussy walls,” she whispered, and he was almost ready to go again, but he knew that was a bad idea. Besides, he was starving.
Current Inventory Total: 1000
Residents Met: 10/10
Friendship Moments: Doris: 5/5, William: 4/5, Gracie: 2/5, Nyrah: 1/5
Romance Moments: Morgan: 5/10
Relationship Status: Thoroughly Spent and Ready for Dinner