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I’m close to the edge when her lips fall from my dick and she replaces them with her hand, stroking me with just the right amount of pressure and speed, enough to keep up the building momentum.

She grins up at me. “You said to suck.”

“I did.” I stroke two fingers over her chin. “So move your hand and use your mouth.”

Her eyes spark and I guide her back to my dick. I believe I’ve just discovered that Montylovesdirty talk, especially with the way she’s sucking on me. It’s like a whole new fire was lit under her ass and her sole purpose is to see me explode.

She’s getting her way too, because I’m on the brink of the best kind of high.

I gently pull at her hair. “Shirt—hand me that shirt.”

She pops off of my cock and the material is barely in my hand before I’m unloading. Monty stays kneeled, fully clothed and staring at me with pure lust.

I reach out, run my fingers along her jaw, and beckon her to stand.

“My turn,” I say once she’s standing before me, her breathing ragged like she’s the one who just came undone.

Watching her, I’m surprised yet again by how undeniably attracted I am to her.

She’s so…plain, yet so much more.

Right now, with a thin sheen of sweat and a glow that can only be caused by sexual gratification, she’s stunning.

I latch onto the hem of her plain white shirt—see, there’s that word again,plain—and pull her toward me. Her breath hitches as I pull the material up past her thin waist and over her breasts. She lifts her arms and I toss the shirt aside.

Unsurprisingly, she’s wearing a white cotton bra—nothing sexy about it at all, but somehow, it’s the hottest fucking bra I’ve seen in my lifetime. There’s a light dusting of freckles over her shoulders and across the tops of her tits.

I want to lick every single fucking one.

But first, I want to lick somewhere else.

I reach for the top of her skirt and lift my eyes to hers. She’s watching me with rapt attention, standing so pin straight and still, waiting.

“I’m taking your skirt off, Monty. Then I’m going to lay you down on this bed. I’ll kiss every sexy fucking freckle across your chest, admire every inch of those gorgeous damn legs. When I’m done, I’m going to devour you untilI’mdone. Then I’ll start all over again.”

Her throat works double-time as she tries to swallow my words, her lips trembling with anticipation.

“If you don’t want any of that, tell me now.”

“I want it.”

I pull her skirt from her body, guide her down on the bed, and then crawl on top.

As promised, I kiss all her freckles as she writhes beneath me with each touch. Her full breasts are threatening to spill from the cups and I run a hand along her back, arching her off the bed as best I can until I can unhook the contraption stopping me from sucking on her nipples.

She helps me free her from the bra and I fling it to the side, hearing something crash to the floor but not giving a shit what it is.

Her pert nipples are the exact same shade as her lips, and they’re begging to be kissed. I wrap my mouth around the erect tip and she cries out. I can’t help but chuckle at her desperation and am pleased when she shivers.

She slaps at my back but doesn’t make a move to push me away. No, she’s enjoying this too much, just as I am. She wants this.

I want it more.

Switching my attention to her other breast, I’m hyperaware when she slides her hands into my hair and holds me to her chest like she never wants me to leave.

I don’t want to either.

Testing the waters, I gently nip, and she about flies off the bed.

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