Her eyes flutter shut.Her hips roll.
I look up at her face, then glance back at him.
I slide my tongue up her slit.
She gasps—body jerking, thighs twitching—and we’re off.
She’s already so wet it coats my chin on the first pass.I groan into her, opening her with my hands as I lick again, slower this time, flattening my tongue and dragging it up through every slick inch of her until I reach her clit.
She moans—high and wrecked—and I don’t stop.
I suck her softly at first.Then with a little more pressure.A little more rhythm.I know what she likes.I know how to make her fall apart.And with Callaway’s fingers sliding between her cheeks behind me, the heat building in her body is molten.
“Shit,” Callaway murmurs behind her.“Look at you.Your pussy’s grabbing his tongue and you’re already dripping down your thighs.”
She lets out a whimper, her hips rolling between us.
He strokes her back—down, then lower, to the curve of her ass.His thumbs spread her gently, reverently, his voice dipping low.“You always take us so well, baby.So greedy.So fucking sweet.”
I moan against her, flicking my tongue over her clit again, then flattening it and grinding, slow and firm, the way she loves.Her thighs start to tremble.Her moans hitch—ragged and uneven—her opening contracting against my mouth.
“Monty,” she gasps.“Oh, fuck—don’t stop—don’t?—”
I don’t.
I push two fingers inside her and curl them, my mouth never leaving her clit, my lips sealing around her.She pulses around me—tight and soaked—and I know that sound when she makes it: the little cry, the one that means she’s right there.
Callaway presses a slick finger against her ass, teasing, not pushing—just circling.
“Come for us,” he whispers.“Let it go, baby.Let Monty taste it.”
She breaks.
The orgasm rolls through her like a wave, her whole body jerking between us, pussy clenching around my fingers, her moans guttural and raw.She presses her hips down into my face, and I take it—tongue working her through it, not stopping until her legs are shaking and her cries melt into soft, broken whimpers.
When I finally pull back, she’s glowing.Wild and flushed and ruined.
Callaway strokes her hip and leans down to kiss her shoulder.
“You did so good, baby,” he murmurs.“So fucking good.”
She blinks up at me, dazed and beautiful.“Monty ...”
I kiss the inside of her thigh, then the curve of her belly.“I’ve got you.”
Then Callaway’s voice cuts in—low, commanding, tender, and filthy all at once.
“Up,” he says.“Let’s put that pussy to good use.”
He helps her shift, moving slowly, like unwrapping something precious.I climb up the bed, back against the headboard, my cock flushed and aching, already slick with precum.
“Come here,” I tell her.“Climb on.”
She crawls over to me, eyes wide and still glassy with orgasm.She swings a leg over and sinks into my lap, her hand wrapping around me to guide me in.
And when she lowers herself onto my cock—slow, hot, deep—we both moan.
“Fuck,” I whisper.“You feel like heaven.”
