“Come for me, Morgan, so I can see what I do to you.”
I grab her waist hard with both hands as I jerk my head from side to side lapping at her pussy.
My entire face was covered in her juices, but what I really wanted was to taste that musky scent of hers…to take her climax in my mouth and swallow it down, to accept every part of her, just like I was going to ask of her in mere minutes, if not seconds.
“I’m so close.”
“Don’t hold back. Let yourself fall. I’m here to catch you. Always.”
As if my words were the permission she needed, her hands latch onto the top of my head as her hips buck just before her body stills and then jerks as she unloads right onto my tongue. I don’t even need to swallow, her gift is accepted inside me naturally.
Her grip on my skull tightens and it only makes me slide my tongue in deeper, sending her right into round two…if round one even actually ended.
Her body suddenly stills and all the life comes out of her as she just melts into that stack of books underneath us.
I lean my head up and look at her closed eyes, and the smile on her face.
“Oh my, God!” she laughs as her eyes open and she takes in the sight of me.
I help sit her up and she rubs her hand through my hair trying to fix it as she dabs at my face with my shirt.
We hadn’t even taken the time to get our tops off.
“Leave it there,” I say. “I want it as a reminder of how you marked me…marked the most intimate part of me…my face.”
“When are you going to mark me?”
I cup the back of her head and kiss her with everything I’ve got, standing as I do and lifting her up.
“Every day until you can’t walk, and for the rest of our lives,” I promise as I carry her to the shower.
CHAPTER 8
Morgan
Myles left hand flips on the warm water while his right supports my entire weight, my legs wrapped around his waist.
I’m quickly out of my top, and bra, and lifting his shirt up and over his head leaving us with complete skin-to-skin contact from here on out.
His eyes rake over my chest, stopping on my taut nipples, which are more pebbled than they’ve ever been. My pussy aches, throbs, and I grind my pelvis against his abdominals trying to do anything to get the release I want.
His eyes linger on my opening, as if him taking me in his mouth seconds ago wasn’t even close to enough for him. His look…feral. His breathing…heavy. The air in the room…tense.
He’s staring me down like a cheetah on the plains of Africa, just waiting to strike…and I want nothing more than to be his prey.
“Morgan,” rolls off his lips like warm honey off a spindle being dropped into flaming coals.
My back straightens and I press my chest into him, my mouth finding the side of his neck.
His pressure point is throbbing, and I kiss it, but it won’t submit. It only pounds more.
I can feel his rod pressing up and into me from below and his massive member has me wondering how he’s ever going to fit all that inside me.
I can’t wait to try.
My cunt clenches, but comes up with nothing but air.
“Show me where you want me to put my cock,” he demands.
I reach down for one of his hands, taking his big mitt in mine and bringing it up to my mouth.
“We’ll have time for that later, but first…show me somewhere else.”
I release his hand and reach underneath me, grabbing his rod and trying to line it up with my hole…but he’s too long, too thick, and my underside is providing too much resistance. His dick isn’t bending at all, standing at a forty-five degree angle like a flagpole. I know if I wasn’t wrapped around his waist the angle would be ninety degrees…and his dick would easily be above his belly button.
“Fuck, that feels so damn perfect,” he says, as I run my hand up and down his shaft, my fingers not able to completely wrap around his girth. “You know I could come right now?”
“Why don’t you? I want to see it.”
“Because there’s no way in hell my first climax isn’t going so deep inside you that it makes a child with you.”
I gasp, subconsciously gripping his rod tighter which only has his eyes closing, his head leaning back, and him taking in a big breath of air as the water pounds against the back of my head and his chest.
I felt like I could explode, and the thought of him exploding inside me…mating with me…there aren’t even words.
Primed and ready is the only thing that came to mind. His.