Page 67 of Living for Truth
Oh. Oh!
The ache between my hips grows. “I’ve never…”
“Don’t tell me that prick never gave your pussy the attention it deserves.”
I shake my head, mortified now at my lack of experience.
Morgan sighs, and I think he’s about to tell me he doesn’t want to do this anymore, but instead he strides to me in two steps, grabs my waist, and turns me around. “I’m going to take your dress off now, Hannah. Is that okay?”
“Yes.”
He slowly undoes the zipper in the back and pulls the dress down so it pools at my ankles. “Goddamn it, Hannah.” He runs his hands gently over the delicate red lace of my bra, the dips in my hips, and the waistline of my matching panties. “This color is so fucking tantalizing against your skin. I can’t decide if I want to leave it on or rip it off with my teeth.”
I turn around so he can see the way the cups of my bra hold my breasts, and his eyes immediately fall to my chest. “Fuuuuuuuck,” he groans, cupping them in his palm almost reverently. My nipples poke through the lace, and when he swipes his thumb over the hardened nubs, I gasp. He does it again, and I moan.
“You make such sweet sounds, Butterfly. I wonder what sound you’d make if I did this.” In a seamless motion he pulls the lace of my bra down and pulls one nipple into his mouth. I immediately arch my back, offering myself to him.
One of his large hands splays across my lower back while the other cups my free breast. Then he switches his ministrations to the other nipple, and with his hand on my back, he deftly unclasps my bra.
The pleasure coursing through me makes my clit throb unlike anything I’ve ever felt before, and I’m greedy for more. Sex with Liam never felt like this, and Morgan’s barely even touched me.
Morgan pops off my nipple, kneeling to gently pull my panties from my body, and sets them on the floor.
“Are you wet for me, Hannah?” he rasps, planting gentle kisses along the soft swell of my belly, his hands running up and down my dimpled thighs.
“I…” I trail off, unsure of how to tell him I’m so aroused I might combust, but I might not be wet.
“Maybe I should just see for myself.” His hand trails down until his fingertips brush over the curls on my mound, but before he can feel my vagina, I grab his wrist.
“I don’t get… wet,” I murmur.
Morgan blinks, then blinks again. He stands and cups my face. “That’s okay, Butterfly. There’s plenty of other ways we can get you ready to take my cock.” He kisses me hard but pulls back too soon and gives me a wolfish grin. “Lay your sexy body on the bed, I’m going to enjoy a late night snack.”
I slowly follow his directions. When I turn, he gives me a gentle swat on my butt, and I find I don’t… hate it. It’s not something I’d ever thought about in the bedroom, but maybe I’d be open to exploring that more later.
I lay down on the soft comforter, and he follows, the tent in his boxers—when did he get undressed?—makes my brain short circuit a little bit.
My eyes greedily roam over the expanse of new skin I can see. He’s so strong, muscles defined from all the years playing football, but he’s got a little stomach pudge that makes my mouth water. I like that he doesn't look intimidatingly toned.
My eyes snag again on the large erection he’s sporting. He’s a large man, so it makes sensehe’d be large there, too. Anticipation zips through me as I wonder how it’ll feel as he slides inside me.
I spread my legs, ready to let him try and stick that thing inside me, but instead of shucking off his boxers and thrusting into me, he settles his shoulders between my thighs, forcing me to spread my legs wider for him.
I try to close them, and he tuts, “Now now, Butterfly, it would be rude of you to not let me feast when I’ve been craving a taste of you since the first moment you walked into my shop.” He kisses the crease where my thighs meet my hips, then down one thigh and up the other. “If you don’t like what I’m doing, you tell me to stop, okay?”
“Okay,” I agree, and as soon as the last syllable leaves my mouth Morgan licks up my center in one long stroke, ending at my clit.
Oh. My. God.
I bow off the bed, but Morgan’s strong arm is right there, holding me down.
“You’re definitely wet for me, Butterfly, I can taste it. You just need extra attention on this delicious pussy, and I'm more than happy to give it to you.”
He cups my ass with both hands and tucks in to my pussy like it’s a dessert. His beard scratches my sensitive inner thighs, his nose bumps against my clit while his tongue spears into me over and over. I don’t know what sounds I’m making, but they seem to spur him on, and he doubles down on his efforts.
He moves his tongue up to flick rapidly against my clit, sending sparks of arousal up through my entire body, a low ache in my belly expanding and pulling taut. One thick finger gently prods against my opening andslowly enters me. He moves it back and forth a few times, then pulls it out completely, then I feel a second finger join the first.
He crooks them to some secret spot that’s never been touched, and I cry out at the burst of pleasure threatening to consume me.
