Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79036 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 395(@200wpm)___ 316(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Morgan almost jolts off me.
“Don’t you dare come. I’m not done with you yet.”
“Why does it feel like this with you?” he asks breathlessly, but he knows it’s because he’s mine and always has been.
Morgan rides my finger the way he did my tongue. My other hand skates along his skin, touching him anywhere I can, savoring his body hair against my palm.
I alternate between eating and fingering him. I want to spend all my time right here, with his ass in my face, filling it and owning it, claiming it over and over again. Making him feel good because making Morgan feel good makes me feel good. It gives me pleasure that no one or nothing else can.
I nip at his ass cheeks again, tasting sex and soap on him. He’s breathless above me, cock bobbing and leaking. Mine’s throbbing with the need to bury itself inside him.
“Lie on your back,” I tell him, pulling out of him even though it’s where I want to be.
Morgan doesn’t argue, just flops onto the bed, nearly gasping, eyes glazed over and blissed.
I crawl up beside him, on my knees, and angle my dick toward his mouth. Morgan opens up for me, and I push inside. The immediate hot suction makes my thighs shake and muscles tighten.
I find the best angle to fuck his face. Morgan takes it, gaze begging for it, and man, do I want to shoot right now and fill his belly with my cum.
I can’t yet, though, not done with him, so I use him, then stop when my balls are too full and tight. I rub my nuts on his face, the way he’d done to me, getting the scent of me and my desire all over him.
“I love the way you smell here.” Morgan buries his face into the crease of my thigh, sucking in a deep breath.
My cock jerks, and I force myself to pull back, or I’m going to paint his cheek with my load.
“Where else do you love the way I smell?” I ask him.
Morgan tugs me down, nuzzles my pit, taking a large lungful of air in, then licking me, sucking the hairs there that are now slightly sweaty from our pleasure.
“My turn, baby. Remember how much I like touching you? Driving you out of your mind? Jesus, nothing in this whole fucking world gets to me the way your reaction to me does.”
“Yes. God yes, Dusty. Please touch me.”
I straddle his hard body, his heat and skin against mine. I start at his throat, lick and kiss. My tongue traces his left collarbone, then his right.
Morgan trembles beneath me.
While I’m using my tongue on his neck and shoulders, with the tips of my fingers I tickle the skin of his torso—up…down, up…down. Learning what his skin feels like everywhere, memorizing each time he sucks in a breath, or rolls his hips, or lets my name fall from his lips.
I tug one nipple with my teeth, then the other, before lashing each with my tongue.
“Everything you do to me feels so good. It’s like I’ve never been touched, each and every time.”
“That’s because you didn’t belong to anyone else the way you do to me. You didn’t own them like you do me either.”
“Fuck yes. Yours,” he says softly.
I kiss him and lick him and touch everywhere on his torso, his pits, his arms. Where my mouth isn’t my hands are, so I can overwhelm Morgan with pleasure. It’s doing the same to me—heart pounding, blood rushing, cock pulsing.
My tongue dips into his belly button, and then I pull his cock to the back of my throat. Morgan thrusts his hips, choking me, my body welcoming it.
His thighs are next, the coarse leg hair against my tongue, making me tremble with need. One, then the other, one knee, then the other. When I get to his feet, I kiss and taste those too, suck a toe into my mouth on the right foot, then the left.
“I need you to fuck me, Dusty. This is incredible, but I need to feel you inside me, need my hole filled with nothing but you.”
My dick twitches, tingles racing down my spine. Damned if I don’t need that too.
“Ride me. I want you to ride me, Morgan.”
He practically growls in response, using his body and strength to flip us so I’m on my back and he’s on top of me. He grabs the condom and lube from the nightstand, opening the rubber and rolling it down my aching prick. “I want to get tested so we can fuck raw.”
“Yes. Fuck yes.” I want my cum in him, want his in me too.
Morgan slicks up my cock, adds lube to his fingers, and reaches behind him. He shouldn’t need much prep after how much time I spent on his ass, and like I figured, after working a couple of fingers into his hole, he pulls them free.