Page 58 of The Dead Don't Talk
Oh, shit.
My eyes snap open as a second tongue shoves its way between Amo and me, connecting all three of us with one awkward swipe.
Tilting Amo’s chin despite the cum dripping from my fingers, I angle him to let Moros in.
Fuuuuck.
Both of their tongues lap at mine, tasting and taking everything I will gladly hand over with a smile on my fucking face.
I’ve never had a three-way kiss before.
My cock pulses out another bead at the sucking sound Amo makes when he traps Moros’s tongue between his lips and pulls deep. I latch onto his lower lip just the same, sinking my teeth into the plumpness.
Moros moans and chokes out anI’m comingthat has me dropping to my knees. I lick and lap at Amo’s stretched hole, sucking every bit of the cum Moros’s thrusting cock pushes out.
It’s salty and so verythem.
I love it. I could get drunk off it.
I’m still panting, easing back on my haunches with another boner, when a slow clap echoes across the room and startles me.
“Bravo! Come back next week, will you?So hot.”
I growl at the elder that has perched himself at the open door like he belongs here and grins like this show was for him.
“We’re not a side show,” Moros barks, and I stand, tucking Amo away so he can get to his feet as I stand in front of them. Giving Amo some privacy. “That wasn’t foryou.”
“Oh, I know. But one can dream, right?” Kyrt asks with way too big a grin, his robes hanging loose around his body, but not loose enough to cover his reaction to what he saw.
I can’t help it. My sight drops to the noticeable bulge with an air of disgust curling up my lip.
How does he just stand there like that?
“Are you ready?”
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Now what?
Amo
My cock is sticky,bordering on crusty with how it’s drying.
That was so hot.
Aside from the sex, though, I have to say that this adventure has been entirely anticlimactic.
I was expecting some kind of fight at least. An argument.Somethingto blame all of Moros’s grumpiness and Wilson’s self-exile on.
And as I lean heavily on Wilson, his hand attached to my waist keeping me upright, the rest of the elders start filing in, I realize I might just find it.
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Wilson growls beneath his breath and the hairs on the back of my neck raise.
Aw, shit, here we go.
“What is it?” I ask, following his gaze as Moros stiffens against me, to an older man with grey hair at his temples and a properness to him that makes me want to gag. Not a hair seems out of place, his robes perfectly flat down his chest without a single wrinkle.
But his face … though I think I’ve seen him around the weekend bonfires …fuck he looks familiar.
