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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.
As soon as his groin presses against my ass, cock buried as deep as it goes, we both breathe out together…then in…then out again.
“Fuck me,” I tell him, and Dusty does. Pulling back, then fucking into me. His dick stretches me, hits my prostate as the world shifts and the bed shakes and he fills me in a way that has my body saying finally.
My hands fist in the blanket, and then Dusty is pulling me up, maneuvering me to my hands and knees. I would let him do anything to me, as long as he stays inside me. Now from behind, his fingers dig into my hips as he snaps forward over and over again.
My dick leaks on the bed, balls so tight and high that I know I won’t last long. He wraps a hand around my body, fucking hard and fast, saying my name as he starts jerking me off.
I swear it’s less than five strokes later when color flashes behind my eyelids, the room spinning, and I’m shooting thick ribbons of cum all over the mattress.
“Fuck…your hole is squeezing me just right. I wish I were bare inside you, want to watch my cum leak out of you all night.” He groans, dick swelling and jerking inside me as Dusty gives in to his orgasm. He fills the condom, and there’s nothing I want more than his jizz inside me, want him to mark up my insides so I smell like him everywhere.
I collapse on the bed and roll to my back, breathing hard. Dusty lies over me, and I pull him up, lift his arm, and lick up the salty skin of his armpit, loving the feel of the hair against my tongue.
“Jesus, Morgan,” he says as I move to the other one, doing the same. He tries to get up, but I hold him down, not letting him go. “Just let me turn the light out. I’m not leaving this room unless you force me.”
And I won’t…not ever…well, not until I leave, at least.
Reluctantly, I let go, and a moment later the room is dark and he’s in bed with me again, pulling me close, touching me everywhere, hands traveling all over. I bury my face into his pit, pull in deep breaths and lick him again, before settling in and just letting him hold me.
