Page 5 of The Mourning Throne
Morgan’s teeth found Lex’s neck—tugging, biting, sharp enough to leave a mark—and there wentthatthought.
Whatever it was.
Morgan’s fingers slipped out of him abruptly, the ladder of piercings taking their place. Rubbing. Slowly.
There wasn’t enough friction in the universe.
“This is the part I love most,” Morgan said softly. “You always act like you hate it. But look at you.”
Lex struggled, squirming against the desk, his cheeks flushed and breaths ragged.
“Please, Morgan, just...” He panted, his legs trembling, unable to find words. He was desperate, needy. Dick throbbing, aching to be released.
“Just what?” Morgan traced up Lex’s spine, his touch burning, leaving goosebumps over every inch of skin.
Groaning in frustration, Lex slapped his hand against something—papers, probably. Some manila envelope from who knows when.
“J-just fuckingtouch mealready.”
He rolled back again, sliding his ass over Morgan’s slick cock. He was teetering right on the edge, the need so bad every nerve felt like it was on fire.
Morgan shifted behind him, hands sliding down to grip his hips too tight. The tip of his cock nudged against his hole, rubbing up and down. Taunting. Slow and cruel as shit.
“You always beg so pretty when you’re ruined,” he whispered. “You want me to say you’re good?”
One movement, and Morgan buried his dick in to the base.
Lex didn’t sob as much as scream. A guttural, desperate sound trapped in his throat.His vision blurred, body tightening around Morgan’s cock.Tearsspilled down his cheeks, that horrible pleasure-pain almost too much.
Morgan’s hips slammed against him. Hard. Fast. Again. Again. And again. The angle made it deeper. Hitting that sweet spot.
“Then tell me how much youreallywanted me to tear you apart, my sweet.”
Speaking wasn’t a thing Lex could do. Wasn’t going to happen.
No way.
One second everything burned. The next it felt so damn good hisbrainstopped functioning.
He couldn’t form words if he tried.
Morgan was fucking him too hard, driving in too deep. Stretching Lex open, each thrust blurring into the next.
Lex heard his own moans, choked cries that came from a place he didn’t recognize. Didn’t want to think about it right now.
Fuck.
Everything was tingling.
The piercings were just another layer of sweet agony, rubbing against his insides until he thought he might burst.
And thatmightwas the only warning he got.
There was no second one, no familiar pull of orgasm.
It justhit.
He clenched around Morgan’s cock, dick pulsing, trapped between his shirt and the desk. His vision whited out for a second, head spinning.
