Page 68 of The Haunted Hotel
My lips ache, swollen from his desperate kisses, and I have beard burn along my jaw, but I don’t care. I can’t stop, don’t ever want to stop. I want him to mark me in every way possible because soon he’ll be gone, and all I’ll be left with is the memory of this.
Running my hands up his arms and over his shoulders, I dip down to drag my short nails over his nipples and thrill in his hiss of pleasure. God, I love a hairy chest, it’s my kryptonite. Morgan checks every single box I’ve ever had and some I never knew about before.
He pulls back, straddling my legs, and I chase his mouth with a little whine of protest. As he sits up, he smiles down at me, a smile that’s wide and natural and so fucking beautiful.
Helping me up to a sitting position, he pushes my cardigan, waistcoat, and shirt off my shoulders, then drags them down my arms. He pauses for a moment to give me a cheeky little wink that makes laughter bubble up my throat while he drops my clothing to the floor. With that secret, seductive smile stillplaying on his lips, he unbuckles my leather belt, slipping it through the loops of my trousers and tossing it to land with a small clatter against the pile of clothes.
He leans in and takes my lips once more, but the kiss is chaste and fleeting, a tease of more to come as his fingers deftly unbutton my trousers. Climbing off me, he starts to pull them and my briefs down my legs. My cock, damp with precum, slaps against my belly as he strips me of the remainder of my clothes, leaving me splayed out on the chaise.
I’m gloriously naked, my cock hard and my eyes heavy with desire as they meet his.
He lets his gaze pass over my body, as if imprinting this moment in his memory forever. Unable to help myself, I slide my hand down my stomach and fist my dick, giving it a slow, teasing stroke as he watches.
Christ, he’s so gorgeous. He’s all I want… all I can see. His almost-black hair is mussed from where my fingers have tangled in it, the grey streaks at his temples glowing under the twinkling fairy lights. My fingers itch to trace over the sexy stubble at his jaw. His intense gaze turns molten and my eyes drop to his swollen lips as he licks them slowly and deliberately.
His firmly rounded pecs are liberally dusted with hair, and his nipples are flat, dusky discs that I’m aching to get my lips on. His stomach is a little softer, but it’s obvious he takes care of his body. There’s a mouthwatering trail of dark hair from his belly button that disappears into the low-slung waistband of his jeans.
That luscious mouth tilts up into a cocky smile as he retrieves a couple of foil packets from his pocket and tosses them onto the chaise by my hip. I watch avidly, hoping I’m not drooling, as he unbuttons his jeans with a slow, teasingpop pop pop…
Okay, I may actually be drooling. Why is it that buttons are so much sexier than zips? He hooks his thumbs at his hips anddraws his jeans down, stripping off the rest of his clothes before he straightens up and smirks as I ogle him shamelessly.
Lowering himself back to the chaise, Morgan settles his warm, bare skin onto mine, and I groan. We rub and frot against each other, my hands once again tangling in his hair.
“You’re so beautiful,” he pants against my mouth. “I want to be inside you.”
“Yes.” I arch my back, moaning sluttily as he nips and sucks at the sensitive juncture where my neck meets my shoulder, an action that makes me shudder. “I wanteverything.”
He groans and moves so he can open the condom and roll it down his thick cock, then opens the packet of lube and wets his fingers.
“It’s been a while,” I gasp, my eyes rolling back in pleasure at the touch of his slippery fingers at my entrance.
“Me too,” he whispers. His mouth takes mine and swallows my moan as one long finger slips inside me, joined a moment later by a second.
“Morgan,” I breathe, rocking my hips. Then we’re back to kissing again. I seriously could spend the rest of my life attached to this man’s mouth, he’s so addictive.
He curls his fingers and searches for my prostate, and when he finds it, I let out a rather embarrassing sound somewhere between desperation and ecstasy.Fuck. I ride his fingers, feeling the stretch and burn, but I don’t care. I want him inside me.
By the time he adds a third, I’m impatient and fighting the urge to come already.
“Now, now, now,” I chant against his lips. “Morgan, please. Ineedyou.”
He groans at my words and pulls his fingers out. Quickly, he slicks his cock with the rest of the lube, then lines up the head with my hole. I clutch at him tightly, my fingers digging into his skin hard enough to leave marks, as he sinks inside me. Hegrasps my thighs and pushes them up, almost folding me in half, canting my hips to get a better angle. Something gives at last, and he slides in all the way to the root.
We both moan and I wrap my arms around him as he buries his face in my neck. For a second, we just rest, our heavy breathing in sync, and relish the feel of our bodies joining for the first time.
I feel so full, and not just from the way his huge cock stuffs me. Every part of me feels this way—even my mind and heart are filled with his presence. He begins to push in slowly, grinding when he’s buried deep. My eyes roll and I let out the longest, sluttiest moan I’ve ever made in my life.
Fuck me. Sex has never been like this for me. I can’t remember experiencing such intensity. I move with him in perfect synchronicity. He thrusts deep into my body, that thick, heavy cock dragging over my prostrate with every movement.
I hope to god there is no one else in this part of the hotel because I’m very loud, but there’s no way to stop my cries of pleasure. I’ve always been quite vocal, but this is next level. I don’t know if it’s him, the fact I haven’t had sex in ages, the ambience… or the way he makes me feel every single time I’m with him.
All I know is that he’s probably ruined me for anyone else.
“Harder,” I beg. “Oh god, please, harder!”
He grabs the edge of the arm of the chaise above my head with one hand while his other cups my arse cheek so he can get as deep as possible. He growls once more and the sound sends a shiver down the back of my neck as he sets a punishing pace. I’m in heaven and just hold on tight for the ride. There’s no more finesse—it’s deep, it’s hard, and it turns my whole world upside-down.
He continues to batter against my prostate until lightning races down my spine and stars burst in front of my eyes, and Icome so hard I almost black out. My orgasm makes me clamp down hard, strangling his dick. Morgan cries out and thrusts so hard that I’m shoved further up the chaise. Once inside me at his deepest point, he stills, and his cock pulses as he unloads into the condom.