Chapter Six
Her gift ran down my chest. It ran down my sternum, down the gap between my breasts. Some had slipped off to the sides, toward my ribs.
A pearly bead dangled precariously from my hard left nipple.
A stream trickled down my belly, splitting into a Y just above my navel, twin streams zigzagging toward my hipbones.
For a moment, Morgan just watched me, her bright blue eyes unblinking as she stared at her cum running down my torso.
I tucked my chin into my chest, smirking. “I couldn’t swallow it all,” I whispered. “You came too much, Morgan.”
She touched my cheek, slid her thumb across my lips. “I can’t leave you all messy like this,” she said with a smirk. “Lean back, slut.”
Grinning, I hit the switch on the side of my seat. The seat fell backward, and me with it. I lay on my back, my legs spread, offering myself to her.
Her cock had only gotten somewhat soft. Already, it was getting hard again. It brushed against my leg as Morgan shifted on top of me, lowering her face toward my breasts, both slick with her seed.
I breathed heavily as she ran her tongue across my right breast, then my left breast. Her tongue glided over my nipples, catching beads of cum dangling from the tips.
She kissed her way down my breastbone, then between my tits, licking up the trail of cum.
Her mouth worked tirelessly. Her tongue lapped up every stray bead, every little slick patch.
Within seconds, her lips were messy, dripping with her own cum. She was almost as messy as me.
I lay flat, with my back arched, my heart racing and my breath growing rapid as she moved down my torso.
Morgan kissed my stomach, my rib cage, and slid her tongue over every texture and curve of my body as she sought out her seed.
She worked her way down toward my belly button, toward the diverging paths of semen. Starting from the left, she licked one clean, then the other.
Morgan had licked every drop off of me, leaving my bare torso glistening from her kisses.
Yet, she wasn’t done. She slid her knees to the floor of the car, peeling my thighs apart in the process.
“Morgan…”
I ran my fingers through her blonde hair and pulled her tighter to my slit, moaning as she circled her tongue around my clit.
Her jaw shifted, her lips moved wetly. She closed her mouth around my button and sucked it gently, teasing a shriek out of me, making my knees quake.
She’d only toyed with my asshole before. Now, she slipped her forefinger into my pussy, got it nice and slick, and slid it smoothly into my ass.
The sudden, unexpected penetration caused me to twist and jerk, sinking my fingernails into the leather seat beneath me.
She kissed me, licked me, tasted me.
I stared down at her, Morgan’s eyes gazing back at me over my mound, her lips worrying at my sex, her tongue slipping inside.
She slid her forefinger deeper into my ass, burying it down to her knuckle, then curled it, massaging the inside of my asshole.
“Morgan, your mouth is heaven…”
Yes, indeed it was. But now I noticed that Morgan had a hand below her waist. Between her thighs.
She was stroking herself. Between her own touch and her face buried between my legs, she’d gotten herself hard again.
I propped myself up on my elbows to get a better look. I gasped when I realized she wasn’t just hard, but a full three inches bigger than she’d been when she had her cock down my throat.
Morgan gave my cunt one more long lick then rested her chin on my hip, grinning hungrily at me.
“What do you think?” she whispered, the dominant tone momentarily vanishing from her voice. “I know you said you wanted a big cock…but if I’m too big, I’ll understand if you don’t think you can handle it.”
I swallowed hard. She was pretty huge…
“No pressure,” she said with a comforting smile, then lightly kissed the flesh above my sex. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
“Well…”
She looked up, eager to hear my answer.
“Do you think you can just go slow?” I asked quietly.
“Of course I can go slow,” she said.
“But, well…”
“But, what?”
I smirked. “Go slow, sure, but make sure you keep calling me a slut,” I giggled. “That’s seriously the hottest thing ever.”