My orgasm is right there—ready to tear through me.
“Monty—please.”
“Come for me, Vesper,” he growls.“Now.”
My body breaks before I even say his name.
The orgasm crashes through me like a dam snapping under pressure—violent, loud, blinding.I scream, raw and hoarse, the sound ripped out of me as my hips jolt off the bed, thighs clamping around his head.My vision sparks.My back arches.And then?—
Wetness floods between my legs.My body convulses, all slick and spasms, and Monty groans against me like I’ve just given him a fucking gift.
“Fuck,” he growls, fingers still working me, mouth still buried in me.“That’s it, baby.So fucking good for me.Look at you—soaking my face.Coming like you can’t help it.”
And then—he moans.
Long and guttural, like he’s devouring something holy.
He licks me again, slower this time.Tasting me like he’s starving.His tongue glides through my slick, and then he drinks me in—groaning as he does, savoring every drop I gave him.
“Goddamn,” he mutters against my pussy.“You taste like sin.Like mine.”
Another slow lick.Another curl of his tongue right where I’m still fluttering, and I jolt—overstimulated and already craving more.
“You’re a fucking dream when you break like that,” he says.“Thank you, baby.Thank you for letting me have that.For coming all over my mouth.”
I whimper, wrecked.My legs twitch.My whole body feels like it’s been turned inside out.
And he doesn’t move away.
Not until I go limp, shaking and gasping, my fingers still tangled in his hair.
When he finally lifts his head, his face is soaked.His mouth is swollen.And his eyes?
Gone.Dark.Ruined.
He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, then crawls up my body—each movement slow, calculated, his cock straining against his boxers, thick and aching.
“You okay?”he whispers, kissing my collarbone.
I nod, still dazed.“That was ...”
“A fucking masterpiece,” he murmurs.
His fingers trace down my stomach, slow and knowing, pausing just above where I’m still throbbing for him.His cock presses against my thigh again—still hard, still waiting.
He leans in, mouth brushing my ear.
“You think that was everything?”
His voice drops lower.
“Baby, I haven’t even fucked you yet.”
ChapterForty-Five
Vesper
He peels the boxers off, dragging them down his thighs, and his cock springs free—hard, flushed, the tip already wet.My mouth waters.My pussy clenches, still fluttering from the orgasm.
