Page 37 of The Dead Don't Talk
It sounds more intense than it is, their energy waning faster than mine as the storm runs out, leaving the outside of this place covered in a mist of red.
But even though the rain has passed, the effects will linger for days.
Which means Moros’s hips are still snapping against Wilson’s ass, even as I shimmy down his torso to get him cleaned up.
The moan he lets loose when I run the cloth along his waistline is raspy and leaves me biting my lip. He’s still hard, covered in his last release, and looks like my daydreams.
They’re both so damn hot.
“Don’t just stare,” Moros snaps, fingers curling around Wilson’s hip hard enough to make the flesh bloom red. “Lick it, slut.”
I shiver, I can’t help it. His demands so damn …demanding.
“I’m cleaning him up, not sucking him off.”
The growl that responds matches the intensity of his increased tempo as he slams harder into Wilson.
“He’s coming either way. So, make yourself useful.”
My face heats as he lifts Wilson’s leg, showing me where they’re joined and coated in a shiny white gleam that Moros’s cock works back into his body.
I wanna taste it.
“Amo,” Wilson whimpers and, fuck me, I lift his sac to get a better view. “Need to feel that tongue, baby. Help me come.”
Who can say no to that?
I dive between his legs and under his balls, extending my tongue as far as it’ll reach to feel the way he’s stretched around the thick cock railing him.
My stomach coils up tight at the sounds they both make, the slapping of skin against skin.
It’s just so … hot.
Am I really a cockslut? I think I am.
Lapping at Wilson’s hole, taking as much of the left-over release from the last round as I can find, I reach into my own pants.
My length is throbbing, raw and angry, but that doesn’t stop me from stroking myself in time to Moros’s thrusts.
It’s dirty and disgusting and I’m coming all over the floor before I can stop myself.
Attempting to bury the sound in Wilson’s sac only gains me his release, which is hot, and lands in my hair with his shouting.
Moros follows, his cock twitching against my tongue, his roar loud enough to shake the ground beneath us.
His next breath, though?
Is a fucking snore.
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
Chapter 17
Cold shoulder
Amo
Ithink I understandthe real reason why the post is off limits.
