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)
“You’re taking too long,” I tell him.
“I don’t want to get your bed wet.”
“Our bed, and I don’t give a fuck about that. Come here, Morgan. I need you.” And I do need him. Still, there’s the quiet voice in my head telling me that as much as I know he’s it for me, that I want to do whatever it takes to have him, we’re making a whole lot of plans really fucking quickly. Coupled with knowing I need to tell my parents I’ll be leaving and what’s happened with Rhett, and my head is a bit of a mess.
Morgan drops the towel and comes my way. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Dust.” He rubs his hand through the hair on my chest, plucks one of my nipples. “I remember when we were kids and I used to watch you. I was fucking mesmerized by you, like you had the ability to bottle up the sun and carry it around with you. Everything was brighter when you were there. I don’t think I’d have made it through my childhood without you.”
My heart stumbles. I don’t know if I’ll ever get used to hearing things like that from him. “I love you too,” is how I answer because those first three words are embedded into what he just said to me.
Wrapping my hand around his wrist, I tug him over. Morgan comes easily, resting on my hips. That’s not where I want him, though, so I motion for him to lift up some. When he does, I scoot down the bed.
“Up here, baby. Straddle my head. I want to spend some time with my face in your ass, want your balls on my tongue.”
“That is so fucking hot.” Morgan turns around so he faces my dick, then knee-walks until he’s in position. He smells like clean water and soap, but the scent of his skin and arousal clings to him too.
“Put your balls over my mouth first.”
He does as I say, and I kiss his heavy, full sac, lick it, suck one globe into my mouth and smile around his nuts when he hisses in pleasure.
I bathe his balls with my tongue, part of me wishing he hadn’t taken a shower first so I had only the taste of Morgan filling my senses. He moves his hips forward and back, making his sac rub all over my face, mouth, and lips. It’s one of the hottest moments of my life, feeling him mark me like this, grinding himself all over me.
Heat radiates off him while I devour him, taste him, pleasure him, and savor him. Morgan’s hands go to my chest, massaging and digging his fingers in while he rides my face, just his balls for now, and damn, I could spend hours right here, just loving on his nuts.
I run my hands up and down his thighs, his stomach, tongue laving him and teeth teasing his ass.
“My hole, Dusty. I need your tongue in my hole,” he begs, voice deep and needy.
I want to draw this out, want it to last all night, but I need him too, need to feel him and see him come undone beneath my touch in a way none of my lovers ever have.
I move him backward some so I can lick from the tip of his cock, down his shaft, back to his balls, then settle his ass over my face. I spread his cheeks, take in the tight hole waiting for me, and damned if it isn’t the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.
“This hole is mine now, baby. You gave it to me, and there’s no takebacks.”
“Yours. Fuck yes, I’m yours.”
I pull him down, lick his crease, stiffen my tongue, and claim my prize. I lick at his rim, press against it, rub my face in his crease, making a feast out of this man I’ve wanted for so long.
“Fuck…Dusty…Jesus Christ, you can eat ass.”
I smile into my meal because that’s the best compliment. He rides my face, moans and whispers my name while I pleasure him. He tastes so good, like all my favorite things combined.
My fingers itch to touch him everywhere, to explore his body with my hands and mouth. To take him apart and put him together, even if my dick is painful and throbbing with the need for release right now.
I push him up just enough that there’s some space between us, suck my finger into my mouth, then trace his rim. It flexes, tightens and loosens, so I do it again, then press forward, watching my finger slip inside him.
The heat of his body envelops me, making me tremble. “Goddamn, this hole. It was made for me. Made to take my fingers and my tongue and my cock.” I twist my digit inside him, ease it out some, then push back in, reaching for his prostate and rubbing it.