“Oh god,” I whine, struggling to stay upright.
Morgan sweeps her tongue from my base up to my tip, sucking hard before pulling away with apop.
“What do you think?” she croons. “Will you cum again for me like this?”
My breath comes in ragged gasps. “The odds are… high…”
She swallows my cock again, and my world is heat and need and pleasure.
I have a complicated history with blowjobs. I’ve messed around with people here and there, and they’re pleasant. But I’ve never cum from one. I probably wasn’t assertive enough to ask for what would get me there, and whoever I was with eventually got bored.
But that won’t be a problem with Morgan.
It doesn’t matter exactly what she’s doing, just that she’s doing it forcefully, hungrily, and she’s Morgan.
I am falling apart.
“Ohgod,” I choke. I’m moaning and gasping. Cumming against Morgan’s thigh was more ruined orgasm than release, and my body is still tightly wound.
I wobble, and Morgan presses a hand against my stomach, holding me against the wall. Pleasure sparks from every place she touches.
“Fuck, Morgan… Mor… I’m gonna… Shit!”
Morgan swallows me to the hilt, and I pour down her throat, shaking, only held upright by her other hand coming to steady my hip.
“Oh, god,Mor,” I moan, still cumming.
Morgan’s tongue works under my shaft, intent on draining me.
She doesn’t stop until I tremble violently as the pleasure shifts to sensitivity.
I’m dizzy as she stands and pulls me into another hungry kiss. I press up on my toes to reach her, and she pins me against the wall, the taste of my release still on her tongue, salty and sweet.
Fuck, it’s hot.
Her claws roam my body, tensing as her tongue presses into me, and I want her to draw blood, to dig into me, to shred me into pieces.
Her hand finds the back of my head, gripping my hair asher kisses trail down my jaw to my throat, every touch making my body sing, as her lips drop to the base of my neck.
There’s a deep ache there, something stretched too full, yearning for release.
Morgan’s tongue sweeps across my skin, tasting my sweat, making me wriggle and gasp.
She pauses, her hot breath washing over the moisture she left behind.
Her fangs graze that aching spot.
The one that will make me hers forever.
Fuck, I want it.
Morgan’s breath saws from her lungs.
“Jamie…” There’s an edge to her voice that reaches out for my sanity through layers of hazy pleasure. “I need you to listen very carefully.”
“Yes… anything…”
“When I release you, you need to go inside and lock the door.”
