Chapter 17

Morgan

I woke up the next morning sore, achy, and utterly satisfied. Hunter's arms surrounded me, and I snuggled against his chest. His scent was all around me, masculine and utterly him, and I couldn't get enough of it.

For a while, the even sound of his breath met my ears, and I listened to the steady cadence of it. I'd almost fallen back asleep when he stirred a little.

"I love waking up with the taste of your sweet cunt still on my tongue," he purred, and I gasped, the filthiness of his words causing a rush of heat to pierce my core.

"Hunter," I breathed, my embarrassment seeping through with each syllable that left my mouth.

His arms squeezed around me, pulling me even closer as he chuckled under his breath. My naked body pressed against his, and then suddenly he was on top of me, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance.

"I'm going to take you hard and fast. You're going to come, and then you're going to wear my seed for the rest of the day," he said softly, and then he thrust into me hard, forcing his entire thick length into my pussy in one quick movement.

It hurt.

But it was perfect.

He wasn't lying either. He took me hard and fast, and before I knew what was happening, I was falling apart beneath him. My inner walls clutched around him, taking every last inch of him and then some. I squeezed my thighs around his hips, feeling the residual soreness in my bottom hole.

The plug wasn't inside me anymore. He must have taken it out sometime last night.

I blushed, thinking about how that had felt in my bottom, and then I climaxed again. My pussy tightened around him, and he came with a roar, filling me up with several hot spurts of his come. He slowed down his thrusts, driving into me with solid force.

Fuck.

It was quick and fast, but I'd come hard and so had he.

I loved that.

When he finally pulled out, my body was shivering, and his come dribbled out onto my thighs.

"You're not allowed to wear panties, my dirty little slut. I want you think about the fact that my seed is coating those pretty thighs all fucking day," he demanded, and I blushed bright red.

"Yes, sir," I whispered.

A deep, shameful part of me even liked it.

* * *

The bright lights of the press conference room bore down on us, casting a harsh glare on the sea of reporters and cameras. From my position beside Hunter, I could sense the buzz of anticipation in the air.

I could do this. We could do this.

Hunter stood confidently at the podium, his presence commanding and assured. I admired his composure under pressure, and I pulled my shoulders back to appear as confident as he did. As his PR consultant, I had prepped him for this, but now it was showtime, and the reality of the situation was setting in.

I tried not to think about his seed drying on my thighs, but it was difficult. My clit pulsed, and I chewed the inside of my cheek. I expected to be more nervous, but the events of last night and this morning had seemingly made my anxiety evaporate. My heart pounded in my chest when he cleared his throat.

It was time to begin.

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, thank you for being here today. I understand that recent events involving my uncle, Vincent Blackwater, have raised plenty of valid concerns and pressing questions about my company and its operations. I am here to address those concerns directly.

Firstly, let me be unequivocally clear: my company and I have no involvement or connection with my uncle's criminal activities. I have dedicated my career to building an organization grounded in integrity, innovation, and ethical business practices. The actions of my uncle are his own, and they in no way reflect the values or operations of me or of my company.

We have always prided ourselves on transparency and accountability, and that will not change. We are fully cooperating with law enforcement in their ongoing investigation to ensure that justice is served. Additionally, we are conducting our own internal review to reaffirm our commitment to ethical practices.

I understand that trust is earned, and I am committed to maintaining and strengthening the trust that our clients, partners, and the public have placed in us. We will continue to focus on delivering high-quality, innovative solutions while upholding the highest standards of corporate responsibility.

Thank you. I will now take any questions you may have."

The room erupted into a flurry of raised hands and loud shouts.

"Mr. Blackwater, how can you assure your clients and shareholders that your company has no ties to your uncle's criminal activities?" one reporter asked.

Hunter responded with the calm, measured tone we had practiced. "As I mentioned in my statement, I have had no involvement with my uncle's activities. My focus has always been on ethical business practices and contributing positively to our community."

Another reporter stepped forward and directed a question right at me.

"Miss Davis, as Blackwater's PR consultant, how do you plan to manage the company's image in the wake of these revelations?"

"Thank you for your question," I began, addressing the room of reporters. "Our strategy in light of recent events is to emphasize Blackwater Technologies' commitment to ethical business practices and community engagement.

A key example of our values in action is Mr. Blackwater's ongoing support of a local orphanage, demonstrating his personal and our corporate dedication to social responsibility. We firmly believe that by highlighting these positive initiatives and maintaining transparency, we will reinforce the trust our stakeholders and the public place in our company, distinctly separate from the actions of Vincent Blackwater."

After addressing the last of the questions, Hunter looked around the room, his gaze steady and confident. "Thank you all for coming and for your questions. We hope we've been able to clarify our position and intentions. As always, we are committed to operating with transparency and integrity. We appreciate your time."

With that, the press conference came to a close. The reporters began to disperse, some lingering to discuss amongst themselves or approach us for follow-up questions.

As the room slowly cleared, I turned to Hunter, feeling a sense of accomplishment. "You handled that really well," I said, a small smile on my face.

"I couldn't have done it without you, Morgan," he replied, his eyes reflecting a mix of gratitude and relief. "Your input was invaluable."

For the rest of the day, his praise had me feeling high as a kite. At least until he forced me to ride his cock before he fucked me senseless and made me come until I nearly passed out.