Jolie pov

He doesn’t stop. If anything he goes harder—sucking stronger, fingers curling tighter, thumb now rubbing fast little circles over my clit from the outside while his tongue lashes the underside. The orgasm hits like a punch.

My back bows off the bed. My thighs clamp around his head. I come hard—walls pulsing and squeezing his fingers, fresh wetness flooding his mouth. He keeps licking through it, slower now, lapping up everything like he doesn’t want to miss a drop. His ...