THE CRAZY GOOD SERIES - Rachel Robinson Page 0,212

up at me and I know it’s game time.

Getting into a more comfortable position between my legs, she kneels on the bed in front of me and wraps her heaven sent lips around my dick. She moans loudly, and I think my fucking eyes roll back in my head. Every dream about her mouth and lips didn’t do this feeling justice.

I watch every move she makes, wanting to sop up every feeling, every sight possible for recollection purposes. One of her small hands comes around to get her long hair out of the way. I make a quick decision to grab her hair and hold it back into a ponytail for her. Gentlemanly in gesture, greedy in actuality.

Working up and down, she uses her tongue to trace the tip and lick the sides after every few strokes of her pumping hand. I never understood why something as wet and with so much sucking and licking is called a blowjob. Men don’t pause long enough to give a shit, is the only conclusion I’ve developed over the years.

She pushes against my chest and intuitively I know what she wants. I lean back against the pillow and spread my legs further. With her hand still pumping on my cock, I feel her lips on my balls. Just tongue and lips, and then one of my ol’ boys is in her warm mouth. Then the other. Hissing out a breath, my hips rock up again, and then again. I need to fuck her. I need to come. Closing my eyes, I feel it all: warm hands on the inside of my thighs, wetness from her mouth dripping down from my dick onto my balls, her lips wrapping around my cock and moving at a furious pace.

“I’m close,” I tell her. While I’ve known her forever, I’m not sure about her cum preferences. She speeds her hand up, I lean up to watch her work, and I groan at the beautiful sight. Her black hair sticking to the side of one cheek, her gray eyes fixed on mine. I rock my hips up and she gags a little as I force myself deeper than I should be. A few seconds later I burst, cum flowing into her mouth in hot, powerful spurts. Pleasure spasms rock my body in wave after wave.

I never take my eyes off her, even though every natural instinct in my body tells me to close my eyes and moan like a caveman. There’s no way it’s worth missing this view. Of Morganna catching my cum in her mouth, her beautiful eyes locked with mine. She moves up and over my stomach, and in a move that is both parts disgusting and hot, she lets my hot cum leak from her mouth onto me. I flex my abs in vain to try to keep it pooling in my stomach instead of dripping onto the bed.

Morganna gracefully slides off the bed and picks up the pair of three-hundred dollar panties off the floor. With a sly smirk she uses the lace to wipe the remnants off my abs.

“You didn’t think I swallowed, did you?” Morganna says, her cheeks still flushed. I laugh, but try to cover it with a cough.

I grab the panties out of her hand and wipe the sides where my cum is dripping down, and my V where it will likely leak next. “I’m not sure what I thought, but it wasn’t this.” I laugh. “You’ll hear no complaints from me,” I admit, because let’s be honest. It was hot. “My turn?” I ask, hopeful. It’s her terms, but I know what she wants.

“No intercourse. Not yet,” she replies, removing the hair stuck to her cheek. “Go down on me. I want to bear witness to your legendary skills firsthand.” I can’t help the smile that breaks across my face. If you think being told what to do isn’t the biggest boner inducing fog you’ve ever known, you haven’t met Morganna before. It’s a switch, for sure; a refreshing change to be with a woman who knows exactly what she wants. I grab her waist, pull her toward me, and she falls back onto the bed letting a small laugh escape.

“By my figures we have less than fifteen minutes, so I better be more than fucking legendary,” I growl, pulling her by her legs to the edge of the bed. Without another second hesitation I settle in, my tongue a wet, heat-seeking missile.

She screams out on first contact. Loud