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“You like being taken care of like this?”I whisper, my lips ghosting just above the place she’s throbbing.

“Yes,” she breathes.“Please?—”

But I don’t let her finish.

Because I lick her.

Once.A slow, filthy stroke from the base of her pussy to the top, tongue flat, savoring the taste of her arousal and the way her knees nearly buckle.

Monty curses beside me.

I glance up at him, and he’s already lowering the towel—already leaning in to kiss the underside of her breast, tongue teasing her nipple until it peaks beneath his mouth.

“That’s what we like,” I breathe against her, mouth barely brushing her slick skin.“You’re letting us take care of you.That’s fucking perfect.”

I lick her again—longer this time, slower.I spread her with two fingers and flick her clit with the tip of my tongue until she cries out.

And Monty is sucking her tit like he wants to live there.

We’re not fucking her yet.

We’re worshipping.

We’re ruining her with devotion.

And we haven’t even laid her down yet.

She’s standing between us, trembling, dripping, utterly undone—and still, we haven’t fucked her.Haven’t filled her.Haven’t even given her the real pleasure we’ve both been dying to give her.We’re drawing it out.We’re starving on purpose.For her.For each other.

I look up.

And that’s when I see him.

Monty.His eyes closed.Mouth tight.Like he’s holding himself back by a thread.

And he’s beautiful.So fucking sinful.

His cock is right there—hard and flushed and leaking.A drop of come clings to the tip, thick and shining like it’s meant for me.

I’m close enough to taste it.

Close enough to want it.

And fuck, I do.I want to lean in and lick that drop off his tip like I’ve been starving for it.I want his cock in my mouth.Want to hear him gasp when I take it deep, want to feel his hand in my hair when he realizes I’m not stopping.

But I don’t.

Not yet.

He’s not ready.We’re not ready.This thing between us—it’s blooming slow.Controlled.Teasing itself open with every unspoken breath.

Still—

My hand moves.Just a little.Just enough.

My knuckles brush against the base of his cock.Almost accidental.Brief.

And he jolts.