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)
Wrapping my hand around the base of my cock, I angle it up, and Morgan lifts himself above me and starts to lower. I hiss the second my cockhead presses against him, his body opening up for me, my dick finding its way inside.
“So good. Fuck, you feel so good, Dust.”
I run my hands up and down his body, can’t take my gaze off his beautiful fucking face as he slides down, more of my erection sinking into him. My muscles tighten. The way his body squeezes mine, the heat of him. I’m dizzy with lust, with sensation.
When he lowers completely, my dick buried as deep as it will go inside him, we both breathe out together. “You’re mine, Morgan Swift.”
“So fucking yours.” He lifts up, then lowers himself again. We meet each other, me fucking up and into him while Morgan rides me. Every time I sink inside him, my vision gets blurry and my body shakes.
My balls are full, his gorgeous, sexy body right in front of me.
I spit in my hand, wrap it around his cock, and stroke him while we fuck.
Our bodies slap together, the pull of his hole rising and falling on me, making me feel like I can fly.
I want to move more, need to slam into him, so I flip us, Morgan on his back. We work together to lift his legs over my shoulders before I’m pounding into him again, my hips pistoning, his body lurching with every thrust.
The bed hits the wall. Sweat drips from me to him, our breathing more and more labored and urgent.
Morgan starts working his cock, jacking it while I fuck into him over and over again until his back arches off the bed. His hole tightens around my cock, ribbons of cum spurting from his cock and landing on his chest.
The tight squeeze of his body tips me over the edge, pulls the load from my balls as tremors rack my body and I fill the condom with my release.
“Come here.” Morgan pulls me down on top of him, opening his legs so I rest between them. My dick slips out of him, cum likely spilling from the condom, but neither of us cares. He wraps his legs around me, runs his hands up and down my sweaty back.
I don’t know if I believe in heaven, but if it’s real, I know it’s this moment, in bed with him.
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Morgan
We lie there, our bodies sticking together, my fingers exploring the expanse of Dusty’s strong, broad back.
There’s something wrong with him, I can tell. Nothing that has to do with us or the fucking or anything like that, but there’s a twinge of sadness to him I’ve sensed since I arrived tonight.
“I gotta get rid of this.” Dusty reaches down beneath him and removes the condom. There’s a can beside his bed, and he tosses it in there.
I pull him back to me, unwilling to let him go far. I need to be close to him, need to feel his skin against mine, and I think Dusty is the same. My legs tangle around him again, his head on my chest. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I have you. What could be wrong?”
I roll my eyes. “I’m not that good, Dust. Your life would be easier without me, but even if that wasn’t true, something can still be wrong.”
He sighs, and I can’t help but frown because I can tell he’s not sure about telling me.
“Since when have you ever hesitated to tell me something?”
“I loved you my whole life and didn’t tell you until recently,” he says with a smile in his voice. My chest tingles. Man, I won’t ever get tired of hearing him say he loves me.
“Other than that.”
He doesn’t reply right away, finger circling my nipple. “I don’t want to fight with you.”
That makes me realize this has to be about Rhett. I fight my reflexes to tense up at the thought of my brother, wondering what Dusty could have to tell me. Maybe there really was more between them. Maybe that kiss wasn’t a one-time thing. Maybe a million things, but as much as those things hammer down my confidence, I try to push them away for Dusty. He’s always there for me. He loves me. If I want to deserve him, I need to be a better man for him too.
“I don’t ever want you to feel like you can’t talk to me. You can always come to me. I don’t care who or what it’s about. If we’re gonna make this work, I have to get over my issues with Rhett, or at least put you first. You’re the most important thing. If you need something…come to me. If you want to talk, I want to be your person.”
He turns, his chin resting on my chest, his gaze on me. “I got into a fight with Rhett earlier. He kicked me out. It started when we were talking about East working at the shop when I leave. I gave him hell for not being a good brother to him…then told him he’s like your father and that I feel sorry for him.”