His words push me straight over the edge.

My hips jerk off the bed as my muscles tighten around Maxwell’s fingers.

"Oh, my god—Jesus—fuckkk!"

Wave after wave of fluid spills from me, covering Maxwell’s chin, mouth, and the sheets beneath us.

My chest rises and falls as I collapse against the mattress, trembling beneath him.

Chris keeps a firm grip on my waist, holding me steady as the last tremors slowly fade.By the time I can breathe normally again, my skin is flushed and damp with sweat.

I can barely remember the last time I felt anything this intense.

Maxwell slowly pulls his fingers out and sits up. He drags...