Lex

Opal breathes quickly, her chest rising and falling as she recovers from another orgasm. I rest my cheek on her thigh. I’ve set up shop between her legs. She is truly insatiable. If she could live on orgasms alone, she would do it.

“You’re good at that,” she murmurs, her voice drowsy. “How are you so good at that?”

I lazily crawl up the bed to lie beside her. “A lot of practice.”

She glares at me, but there’s no real heat in her gaze. “How many women have you eaten out?”

“I lost count,” I answer glibly. “I could ask you the same thing. How many cocks have...