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)
“He’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it. I don’t want you to stress about it tonight, though. You’re buying a fucking bar, Morgan. That blows my mind. You have no fear.”
His head whips in my direction. “How do I have no fear?”
“Well, in a lot of ways, but you’re just going to start a business, one that isn’t something you’ve wanted your whole life, and I know you’ll succeed at it. I know you’ll make it great.”
“You started a business too.”
“Yeah, but it was something I’ve always wanted. I always knew I would do auto body work. You’re trying something completely different.”
He chuckles. “And I might fail at it.”
“You won’t, but the fact is you could, and you’re doing it anyway. I think that’s a reason to celebrate.”
He cocks a brow, seemingly reading the way my voice drops an octave. “Oh yeah? How will we do that?”
“You’re gonna sit back and let me play. I’m gonna pleasure my man.” I get off my chair and kneel in front of him. Morgan is sitting back, legs spread, arms on the rests on each side of the chair. His dark hair is mussed from a day of running his fingers through it. He reaches out, cups my face, the rings he wears cool against my skin. I burrow into it, kiss his palms, then get to work, taking off one shoe, then the other.
After I open the button and zipper on his jeans, I tap his thigh, and Morgan lifts his hips so I can tug his jeans and underwear off. He’s not fully hard, his cock at half-mast, resting in the nest of dark hair at his groin.
I spit in my hand, wrap it around his shaft, and slowly start to stroke him to life. His flesh is warm against my palm as his balls fill and his cock swells. Leaning in, I kiss one thigh, then the other.
His fingers tangle in my hair as I nudge his sac with my nose. Morgan scoots down in the chair, spreading his legs, while I lick the seam where his thigh meets his groin.
Heat radiates off him, warm musk and the scent of amber that always seems to cling to his skin. It invades my senses, but it’s not enough, never enough.
I suck his balls and savor the sound of Morgan hissing out his pleasure.
“Tell me what to do, and I’ll do it. This is your night. You lead the way.”
I feel his grin before I look up and see it. When I do, the damn thing steals my breath. There’s nothing as beautiful as a happy Morgan Swift.
“I want it fast and hard. Take me to the back of your throat over and over until I spill my load.”
My own dick throbs in my jeans, but this moment isn’t about me. And what he’s asking? Yeah, I can definitely do that.
I look down, but Morgan’s finger moves to my chin, tilting my head up. “Look at me, Dust. Let me see into those pretty eyes of yours as I watch my cock go right where it belongs.”
A small gust of wind suddenly blows over us like the whole damn universe agrees with that idea. I don’t take my gaze off him as I lower my mouth down…down…over his hot, hard length, not stopping until the head of his cock is in my throat. I swallow around him, then lift off and lower my mouth again.
His familiar taste bursts on my tongue. I want to devour him, head bobbing, dick hitting the back of my throat. He wanted hard and fast, so I’ll give it to him, letting Morgan take his pleasure from me, being the vessel for him to do that, the way I know he would do for me as well.
“Fuck…Dusty…Jesus, you can suck a cock.”
His cock. I was made to suck his cock. I try to show him, adding my hand to the mix, stroking him and sucking him, still holding his gaze as I try to see him through the blurriness in my eyes.
My dick throbs, pulses with need, but again, I don’t care about that tonight. I just want to be the person who always makes Morgan feel good.
When his hand tightens in my hair, I know he’s close. With my other hand, I reach over and play with his full balls, sucking him down until a burst of hot, salty cum lands on my tongue. I wish I could hold it in my mouth forever, just so I can always savor Morgan’s taste.
He spurts again and again. “Dusty…” His voice is rough, body tight before he relaxes back into the chair. “That was fucking awesome. I think you might have killed me.”
I chuckle. “Let’s hope not.” Shoving to my feet, I adjust my bulge.
“Come on me.” He lifts his shirt.