Only you | Derek Morgan

If I make you come will you love me?

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One of my absolute favourite positions to be in is on my knees between Derek's legs, watching him try to contain himself when I do that thing with my tongue he likes.

"Fuckkk," He moans faintly, face flushed. Derek's abs tense as his grip on my hair tightens slightly. "I love when you do that."

Correction.. loves.

Bit by bit, I take all of him, not stopping until my nose is pressing into his pelvis and his cock is fully down my throat. I feel him fight to calm himself because if there's one thing I know, I know that he loves when I choke around him and just how sloppy it gets.

When I dip my head Derek's stomach clenches and he bites his lip, a small whimper escaping his throat at the feeing of the heat of my lips against his sensitive skin.

Breathless, Derek slips his hand out of my hair to stroke my cheek, prompting me to glance up at him. "I'm going to fuck you so good tonight you won't even know your own name."

The opportunity is right there.. I have to take it. "It will be Morgan soon and I'll never forget that."

"Layla Morgan." He says. Although it's more of a moan. Safe to say he definitely likes that idea. "That is so fucking hot. Kiss me. Please."

I laugh a little when I lean up, my lips hovering right over his and my chin tips forward a bit, barely closing the distance. My hand wraps around his cock, thumb brushing over the tip as I squeeze. He whines between kisses, hips jerking up every so often to meet my hand when he's so close he's not able to hold them back any longer.

His forehead tips against mine as he looks down from my eyes to watch my hand jerk him off, switching between twisting my hand over his entire length and pumping it up and down.

His reaction to my touch always drives me to want to worship his body. The way he has his eyes screwed shut, groans freely slipping past his lips as I focus my hand on his tip, making quick, hard strokes over it. As I continue to stroke him, he leans back and closes his eyes, fully submitting to my touch when my mouth comes over him again.

So I do it again and again and once again, and in a matter of mere minutes I have him right there tethering on the edge his orgasm before I pull my mouth off him, working him with my hand to keep him right there.

"Derek?" I murmur, eyes locked on his. I gently flip my hair over my shoulder before leaning downward, sliding my lips up and down the length of his cock, continuing to focus my hand on the tip. "Where do you want to come?"

Breathless, borderline panting, Derek grins down at me. "What are my options?"

"My face..." I press a soft kiss to his glistening tip before slowly gliding it around my lips. "My mouth..."

I don't even get to the third option before Derek is reduced to a mixture of poorly restrained whimpers and moans and with one swift pump to the base of his cock I slip him back into my mouth and he's coming down my throat.

"Why do you like to put on me on the spot at a time like that.." There's some absentminded mumbling but I'm pretty sure I wear the word sexy somewhere in there. "I can't think straight when you look that hot, saying those things..." Derek evidently looses his train of thought while ogling at me as I wipe the corner of my mouth, sucking my thumb clean.

"Because I like watching you squirm."

As effortless as his laugh, Derek's arms slide around the back of my thighs and he lifts me onto his lap, legs straddling his hips. "I'll remember that."