"Ohhh…fuck!Morgan!"
Sucking wet pressure destroys my mind and wrenches my very soul into paroxysms of ecstasy.Cupping my shaft with her hand, she massages my balls with the other, and her lips slide slowly and inexorably down my length, tongue swirling and slithering and tasting.
My nails scrape against the leather of the couch as I claw helplessly, hips pushing forward."Oh god, oh god."
She hums again, still toying with my balls with one hand—cradling, teasing with her fingertips—she slides her other hand up my stomach to my chest as she takes more and more of me.Her arm stretches up my torso as she swallows around me, cupping my balls and swirling her tongue against my cock as she holds there, lips around my base, throat rippling.
"Jesus—" I rasp, voice hoarse and disbelieving."Morgan!Holy fuck—fuck!"
"Mmmm!”she hums, "Mmm-hmmm?"
"Oh god—oh mygod, Morgan."
Slowly, eyes lifting to mine, she backs away, a fraction of an inch at a time, toying with my balls, clawing her fingernails down my chest.Finally, her lips pull away from my cock-tip, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a moment before severing.
She swipes the back of her wrist over her lips, smirking up at me."Holy hell, Noah."
"Holy hell,me?Morgan, you took all of me."
"I sure did," she murmurs, sounding pleased with herself."Gonna do it again.Ready?"
"You don't have toOHMYGOD—Jesus, Morgan," I gasp.
She takes all of me again, fist circling my tip, pumping, stroking, caresses, and then her mouth touches my tip and her lips skid down my shaft and her tongue busily tastes me, teases me, and I watch in shocked, breathless disbelief as she takes inch after inch of me, swallowing around me as her tongue cushions my slide down her throat until her nose bumps my belly.
Now both hands brush up my chest, rake down my stomach, rubbing and circling as she starts to bob on me, breath huffing hot through her nose onto my skin, the gulping sounds of her swallowing desperately around me loud.I clench my fists and tense my arms as an intense, boiling heat radiates through me like a nuclear shockwave, my balls pulsing and tightening, my cock thickening and throbbing.
Morgan backs away again, but this time her lips wrap around my head at the glans, and she slathers my now weeping tip with the flat of her tongue, catching her breath.I slam my fists into the couch at my sides when she abruptly slides down my shaft again, all at once, shocking me into bucking up against her mouth.
She gives a soft cry in her throat when I thrust, and at first I think I've hurt her, but her eyes are wide and burning with arousal.She rakes her nails down my stomach and finds my hands, lifts them.Gently but insistently, she slips her fingers inside my fists, forcing me to open them, threading our fingers together.For a moment or two, then, she goes down on me with slow, intentional slides of her mouth, tongue stuttering and licking over veins and flesh, our hands palm to palm, fingers tangled.
The billowing heat is building, becoming an impossible pressure inside me, and each slide of her mouth, each suckle and stroke makes it burn hotter and pulse more powerfully—my balls ache, taut and tight.My shaft feels like it's going to explode, and I can't find my voice except to grunt half-feral snarls, crush-gripping her dainty, delicate little hands.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck—Morgan!"I force myself to loosen my grip before I damage her poor little hands.
She places my hands on her head, showing me that she wants me to push.I can scarcely believe this is real, that she's giving me this.Because oh god, it'ssogood.Too good to be real.I’d forgotten pleasure like this even existed.
She backs away, then, swirling her tongue around my tip, and then pushes on my hands again, more insistently—she does so while looking up at me, her eyes raging with arousal, glittering with erotic glee.
She'senjoyingthis.
Alot.
That makes me feel better about the whole situation; I shove away the memories of the past that complicate this act for me, focusing on Morgan, on my senses.
Bunched and tensed thighs, braced abs, panting for breath, I'm quaking at the shuddering edge of climax, the heat and pressure now an urgent need, an insistent rush that cannot be denied or stopped or slowed.I tangle my fingers in Morgan's hair, and she hums an affirmative sound, encouraging me.I gather her hair into a silky black mass in my hands on the back of her head, let myself crush-grip it as hard as I want…and then I push her head down, ever so slightly at first.
Morgan grunts a rough sound in her throat—approval.She pushes up against my hands, and I press her down again…she goes willingly, easily, eagerly.Groaning, I push her down more, so her mouth slides down my cock.When she's taken as much of me as she can or wants to, she pushes against me, and I let her pull away.
She opens her mouth and gulps for breath, huffing and panting for an instant or two, and then she takes me again, and I push her down my cock once more.
We find a rhythm.
I'd thought I was about to come, but somehow, I'm not there yet.I'd have sworn moments ago that I was seconds from unloading, but apparently my body has other ideas.
I want this to last forever.To never end.
"Fuck, Morgan," I gasp."Oh fuck.Don't stop.Please don't stop."
