“I want it,” Messiah conceded. He kissed her lips, soliciting a moan that she didn’t mean to let escape. “Damn, I want it,” he repeated, as he kissed her neck, making her head fall to the side and her eyes close.

“You said you didn’t want it,” she groaned.

“You know I want that shit,” he whispered, as his hands roamed underneath her sweatshirt and found her nipples. They pebbled at his touch, as Morgan pulled the entire shirt over her head. His lips and tongue circled her areolas, as he went from one breast to the other. Morgan quivered.

“You don’t act like you want it.” Her protests were just foreplay now, because if he wanted it or not, she was giving it to him. His dick pressed into her and she whimpered, as he slid her panties to the side and lowered onto his knees.

“Let me show you,” was the last thing he said before he tasted her. Morgan’s back arched, as her hands wrapped around his head and he put her legs over his shoulders. Messiah’s tongue was so warm that it melted her center, as he rotated his entire head in circles. He assaulted her clitoris, sucking and pulling and licking and flicking.

“Agh!” she screamed, as she rolled her hips, increasing the pressure on his tongue. She was glazing his entire face, as she frantically pushed her sex into him. It was the best thing she had ever felt. He put two, thick fingers inside her, as he hummed while eating her. Some people hummed while they ate great food. Messiah hummed when he ate good pussy. Morgan was serving him the best meal he had ever had. It was like she was feeding a starving man. He devoured her. Messiah laid her down on the floor and then pulled back her fat lips to give himself better access to her pearl. He paused, briefly, to admire it as it swelled, and her juices dripped from it.

“Damn, I want it, shorty,” he growled, as he dove back in. “You taste good as fuck. I could eat this pussy all day.”

A rush came over Morgan and she clenched her thighs around his head. “Wait, Messiah, wait!” she cried. She had never felt anything so intense. Her whole pussy was tender to the touch. Every time he pulled at her clit, she felt like it was a piñata, taking as many licks as it could before she would explode. He lifted her ass off the floor, his hands kneading her backside, as she rolled upward, grinding his face. When he stuck a finger in her backside, Morgan erupted. He didn’t stop licking until she went limp in his arms and he lowered her back to the floor. He wiped his face with his hand and came up from between her legs. She reached for him and he kissed her. Softly. Slowly.