(𝓜𝓸𝓷𝓽𝔂 𝔁 𝓜𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻) //🆃🅷🅴 🅺🅸🅻🅻🅸🅽🅶 🅲🆄🆁🆂🅴//

(Non-cannon) //𝓘'𝓶 𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼 - 𝓢𝓶𝓾𝓽// (Old Version)

Tw: Smut, cussing

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As you follow Monty to his room, you can't help but feel a sense of anticipation and excitement building within you. The atmosphere is charged with a newfound intensity, and every step you take seems to bring you closer to a new experience.

Monty's room is tastefully decorated, with a large bed dominating the center of the space. Soft lighting casts a warm glow over the room, setting a romantic mood. As he closes the door behind him, you feel the weight of his presence pressing against you, demanding your attention.

Monty gets on the bed, propping himself up on one elbow to admire your body. "You're perfect," he murmurs, tracing a finger down your chest.

Your cheeks flush at his praise, but you can't deny the thrill it gives you. You smile up at him, feeling a rush of affection and desire. "You're not so bad yourself," you say, reaching up to run a hand through his hair.

Monty's eyes flash with amusement and desire as he looks down at you. "I think I could show you just how bad I can get," he whispers, leaning in to claim your lips in a deep, possessive kiss as he gets up from the bed.

He pushes you against the door, pinning your arms above your head, and devours your lips. Your moans mingle with his as his strong, expert hands explore your body.

You feel so alive, so desired in his arms. You let out a needy moan as he pins you against the door, his lips and tongue exploring yours hungrily. Your body arches into his touch, seeking more of his attention. Your hands fist in his shirt, holding him close, feeling the warmth of his skin through the fabric.

"Monty... I need you," The words slip out between pants, your body aching for him. Your hips rock against his, seeking the comfort and release only he can give you. His touch is everywhere, teasing and pleasing you in equal measure. You feel the familiar tightening in your core, the anticipation building to a fever pitch.

You reach up, fumbling with the buttons of Monty's shirt, eager to feel his skin against yours. Your fingers tremble with need as you finally undo the last button, sliding the fabric over his broad shoulders. The muscles of his back ripple beneath your touch, and you can't help but lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to his shoulder blade.

Monty's breath hitches as your hands slip beneath his shirt, tracing the muscles of his back. He growls low in his throat, his arousal spiking at your touch. With a swift motion, he spins you around and picks you up, pinning you to the bed.

You let out a gasp as Monty picks you up, tossing you onto the bed with enough force to make your body bounce. He straddles you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, and leans in, his lips brushing against yours. His touch is rough and demanding, but you crave it. You arch your back, offering yourself up to him.

Monty growls into your mouth as you writhe beneath him, your body begging for his touch. With a rough movement, he pulls away from the kiss, throwing his head back as he sheds his last piece of clothing. Naked and hard, he leans down again, his breath hot on your skin.

"Take me all, sweetheart," he breathes, gripping your wrists above your head. His erection presses against your entrance, teasing you mercilessly. "Take me all."

You moan, feeling so full of want for him. You arch your hips up, wanting him inside you. "Yes," you pant, the word coming out breathy and needy. "I want you... I need you"

With a groan, Monty slams into you, burying himself In your hole. He grinds his hips against yours, feeling you stretch and accommodate him. You cry out, overwhelmed with pleasure and pain.