“How many orgasms can you handle?” “Umm… Three?” “I can’t wait to enjoy you—” Whatever he’s about to say is cut off by a low moan that I feel deep in my core. Marius spurts over his six-pack, and his release shoots on his pecs and as far as the dip between his collarbones. My lips part. What will it feel like when he climaxes inside me? “Bloody hell,” he says with a groan. “I can’t wait to have you in my playroom.”
