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 does it again and again, tasting my balls, nuzzling into my groin as I thread my fingers through his short hair, tighten my hold, pull him closer as my feet dig into the mattress because I can’t stay still.
“I like the way you smell right here.” Dusty nuzzles along the side of my sac. “Musky and needy. I wanna bury my face here all fucking night, but I need more of you. What do you want tonight, Morg? You want me to worship you and then give you my ass, or do you want me to take your hole? Whatever you want, it’s fucking yours.”
“Fuck me. God, I need you to fuck me.”
I’ve never needed it so much in my life, but damn, just being touched by him is incredible too. I buzz with the sensation of it, with the feel of Dusty’s hot body and breath and hands.
He licks up my shaft, then sucks it into his mouth. I thrust once, burying my dick in his throat, wanting to unload there and know my cum is filling his belly, but I need him inside me more.
Dusty sits up, and I scramble for him, wanting to feel him, wanting to crawl inside him and feel him around me, all over me. What the hell is he doing to me?
“Turn over,” he orders, and I do, willing to go ass up for him with just those two words.
Dusty gets up, grabs his jeans, and pulls out a condom. “You have lube? I have a small packet.”
“I have some.” I reach into my nightstand and tug it out. “You came prepared.”
“I know what I want,” he answers simply, and I don’t know why, but it makes another tremor rattle through me.
I’m on my stomach a moment later, Dusty looming over me. This time he starts at my nape, kissing, licking, and sucking his way down my body. Rubbing his scruff against me. Teasing me with his fingers. Just making me feel, opening me up in a way I didn’t think possible.
“You feel so good, Morgan. Taste so good. I can taste the salt on your skin.”
“Fuck, you’re killing me.” I writhe beneath him.
When he gets to my ass, he runs his nose down the crease, then his tongue back up. I spread my legs more. He bites my ass cheeks, then spreads them.
“Jesus…” he gasps. “Always wanted to see this hole…wanted to touch it and eat it and fuck it. Goddamn, it’s pretty.”
My head spins, his words running circles around my brain. “Do it. Whatever you want.” I feel like I’m losing it, like my world is tilting off its axis, his lips and breath and hands on me somehow feeling like they’re all touching me at once.
When his wet tongue brushes against my rim, I spiral. Fucking the bed, fisting the pillows, almost feeling like I want to cry because every little touch is so damn good.
Dusty eats my ass, licks and kisses, hands still running along my thighs. He tastes my taint and travels back up again, doing exactly what he told me he would do—worshipping me.
I’m so fucking primed for him, but the high building more and more is taking a lot out of me too, like I’m climbing toward something I can’t reach until Dusty decides to give it to me. I know it will be worth it in the end, but damn, I need it so fucking much.
“Please, Dust. Please fuck me,” I beg and hear him curse behind me, the rein he had on his control snapping.
He pushes up to his knees, opens the condom, and rolls it down his thick rod.
I watch him over my shoulder, achy and silently begging for more.
Dusty slicks himself with the lube, then wets two fingers, pushing one inside me, then both, working me open. My hips move automatically, rubbing my dick against the mattress for more friction.
He pushes my left leg out, and I bend it so that I’m propped up on my side and stomach. Dusty straddles the other leg, then holds the base of his cock and starts to press in.
He’s so fucking thick, my hole immediately feeling too stretched, the pressure delicious but slightly uncomfortable, and all I want is more.
He doesn’t take me too fast nor too slow, working his way in, while his fingers dance up and down my spine. “Look at you, all laid out for me. Do you know how many times I dreamed about this? Wanted it? Fucked my fist while I pretended it was you? What the hell am I gonna do? Now that I have you, I’m not gonna want to let you go.”
His words create a hurricane inside my head. Don’t. Don’t let me go. I’ve always been yours is battling with I can’t do this. What if I lose you? How can we make this work? I can’t stay. What if I’m too much like him? You deserve better.