He holds there, cock buried to the hilt, and just stays—deep inside me, breathing like he’s hanging on by a thread.
“God,” he whispers, voice wrecked.“I could stay right here forever.Inside you.Wrapped up in all this heat.”
He thrusts once—slow, shallow, maddening.
“You feel that?”he murmurs against my jaw.“That stretch?How you fit around me so fucking tight it’s like your body was made to take my cock?”
I sob.
I’m so full.So raw.Every nerve ending screaming.I need more and he knows it.That’s the problem.
His mouth brushes my ear again.“You wanna come, baby?”
I nod frantically.“Yes.Please.”
“Then say it.”
“I just did?—”
He grins, teeth grazing my throat.“No.Say who owns this pussy.”
Oh, fuck.
“Say who’s making you come.Who’s buried so deep inside you, you’re going to feel me all fucking day.”
I can’t.
I can, but the words choke in my throat because they’re too much.Because they’re true.
“Beg for me,” he says, voice softer now.Meaner.Sweeter.“You want this cock?Want me to fill you, slow and deep, until you can’t take another inch?Then fucking beg, sunshine.”
I break.
“Please,” I cry.“Please, Monty.I need you.I need to come.I need you to fuck me harder—fill me.I want you.I want to feel you everywhere.”
He groans—low, primal, broken.
“There she is,” he whispers.“So sweet when she begs.”
He kisses me then—hard, all tongue and heat and claim—and fucks me like I’m his to wreck.The thrusts deepen, his control splintering, each stroke dragging over every swollen, desperate part of me.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby,” he growls, one hand sliding between us to rub my clit in tight, perfect circles.“Gonna soak my cock again, aren’t you?You’re gonna let me make you mine.”
“Yes,” I gasp, too far gone to hold anything back.“Yes, yes, fuck, yes?—”
I’m right there.
Right there.
Every muscle in my body taut, every inch of me drawn so tight it’s almost painful.I can’t think.Can’t breathe.All I know is the sound of our skin, the ragged grind of his hips, and the wet slide of his fingers circling my clit like he already knows the exact rhythm that will undo me.
But he slows—just enough to make me cry out.
“Monty—please?—”
His mouth drops to mine, not for a kiss but a breath—a single word rasped into the space between us, searing and soft.
“Forever.”
