Page 40 of Cinnamon Strudel
He let out a soft huff. “I’ll be sure to respect that.”
“Doyoulike that?”
He shrugged. “In some sense yes, but if it’s one of your limits I’ll respect that.”
“I’m sorry.”
Morgan offered her a hand, and she leaned into his warm palm. “Never apologise for your boundaries. You are strong for setting them.” A shiver ran down her spine, his words making her head dizzy. With a kiss to her forehead, he leaned back again. “Now, unbuckle my belt.”
She did as she was told with quivering hands. She paused, with her hands on the button of his jeans, and looked up, waiting for permission. “May I?” she quickly asked when she realised that she needed to vocalise her hesitation.
“Please do.” She took her time, carefully lowering the zipper and being greeted by the hard bulge pressing against his briefs. “Don’t be shy, darlin’. I’m all yours.”
Her fingers curled around the elastic band, tugging it down until his thick cock sprang free. He shuffled slightly, wiggling his jeans down and wrapping long fingers around his shaft. She watched, mesmerised, hot waves running through her veins. When she forced her eyes away from him, fisting up and down his length slowly, she found herself losing all coherent thoughts she had left in his deep forest green eyes.
His free hand found her neck, thumb brushing her throat. She couldn’t tell what it was about him touching her like that, but she was growing addicted to it. “Are you ready?”
She nodded, swallowing hard.
“Wrap your hand around the base.” She did so, his hand giving way. “Tighter, remember?”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, I’m here to teach you what drives me crazy.” His hand blanketed hers and added pressure. “Perfect,” he husked, guiding her head closer. “Seal your lips around my crown.”
She ignored that plea at first, flicking her tongue over his slit instead. Precum burst over her tastebuds, and she found herself craving more. Morgan’s chest rumbled, his thumb caressing her throat oh so softly.
“Again,” he demanded, his voice shaking.
She peered up from between his thighs, flattening her tongue on that sensitive bundle of nerves below his cockhead. His head lolled back, eyes closed with a smile so sweet and lustful that she had to clench her thighs against the heat building between them.
“Don’t stop, darlin’. Swirl that tongue and make your man lose his mind.”
She obeyed without taking her eyes off of him for a single second. She loved how his lips twitched, his eyes softly narrowed, and his hand guided her to stroke the length her mouth couldn’t. She lapped her tongue over his slit once morebefore sucking his cock between her lips. She felt him jerk, slowly bobbing her head deeper into his lap.
“You’re doing so well, darlin’.”
God, his praise had her all giddy, wanting—needing—to make him feel good. She wanted to be good for him. With one hand bracing against his lower stomach, she rose onto her knees and leaned over his lap. His muscles flexed under her touch, his fist pumping faster.
“Just like that, darlin’,” he purred for her, fingers crawling up from her neck to twist into her hair.
She took him deeper and faster, trying to adapt to his fist. Her reward were gorgeous groans with quivering thighs.
“Fuck, you’re making me feel so good.”
She didn’t stop—she couldn’t. Morgan’s filthy sounds and indecent praises pushed her to take him until he knocked against the back of her throat. When she gagged and pulled off, he softly cupped her cheek.
“Slowly, darlin’. You don’t have to force anything. You’re doing great. Take a break, lick the length of my shaft, then try again.”
She followed his instruction, unable to keep herself from smiling. This felt good—pleasing him and having him coach her through it was everything she’d ever wanted. The pressure of having to figure out her next move was gone. Her tongue ran down to his base, her fingers spreading to give her space. She repeated the motion a few times, finding it so much easier to stroke him now. Her lips around him again she bobbed her head, slowly this time.
Morgan’s praises formed into a string of incoherent babbles the faster she went until his fist tightened in her hair and had her pull off with apop. “I’m going to come.”
“Is that not the point?” Oh god—was she actually asking him to come in her mouth?
His lips twitched and his fist tightened around her. “Where do you want me to finish?”
“Down my throat.”
