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Mass Effect: True Blue - 4.4
🕑 Added 2024-10-11 05:49:29 +0000 UTCThe taste of womanhood endured on Montes’ tongue.
The Spectre swallowed, feeling the nectar gliding down his throat. The rest was smeared over his lips. He wiped it away with the back of his hand as he drew back. Montes grinned as he admired his own handiwork.
Lt. Williams was sprawled on her back, near naked, and panting like she’d just ran a marathon. Her dark hair was strewn out in thousands of tendrils, wild and loose, and her cheeks were colored a rosy red. Her eyes, once so full of spirit and fire, were glazed over. Clouded, as if she was in a trance.
All because of him and his talented mouth. Montes stifled a chuckle.
The ladies never expected that sort of attention from him - not Tevos, not Aria, not Benezia. They’d always assumed him to be the sort of man guided only by his cock, eager only to pump and thrust and fuck like some wild beast. Which, honestly, he was. There was nothing so fine in life as enjoying a woman in bed, to take her and have her in the most intimate of ways. But breaking them like this, getting them wet and ready before they’d even taken a single inch of him… that made it all the sweeter.
The man inhaled deep through his nose. The scent of sex was thick in the air. And the sight of Ashley laying before him, with her wild eyes and flushed cheeks and heaving chest…
“Damn, Williams.” Montes started after a deep breath. He slid his large hands over the woman’s bare belly, feeling the heat of her body, the smoothness of her skin. “Quite the tasty little pussy you’ve got.”
Ashley didn’t answer immediately. She continued to take in deep lungfuls of air - her bare chest rose and fell and rose and fell. Montes enjoyed the sight.
“F-fuck… you…” Ashley finally managed to say.
“So impatient. Here I am trying to take my time.” Montes slid one hand further up, between the intelligence officer’s firm, perky breasts. He felt the beat of her heart, felt it pumping hot blood to the rest of her fine body. “But if you want to move things along…”
The club music kept on pounding from beyond their private booth, thumping faintly against the soundproofed walls. Matching Montes’ heartbeat. Ashley’s too. He could feel it against his palm.
Montes was rock hard. No, he was more than that. His cock was an iron rod, hot and red. He’d been that way since he watched Lt. Williams slide her pert little ass into this private booth. The whole time he’d been lapping at her hot, soaking cunt, his cock had been punching a hole through his pants. It wanted out. And with Ashley now so dripping wet…
He’d brought her here to get fucked. She wanted intel. Now it was time for her to earn it.
Montes’ hands went to his belt. Next to his fly. He slid his pants down, boxers too, freeing his manhood to the open air. Hard and thick, his length swung out, batting against his thighs. The man let out a grunt, his prick swelling and his balls aching. It felt good to be free.
He hefted himself up, letting his swollen cock rest upon Ashley’s bare belly. The intelligence officer reacted immediately, her eyes snapping back to clarity - Montes loved how they widened in shock.
“Holy shit.” She blurted. His cock stirred as it swelled a bit more, hot blood pumping through the bulging veins. It made Ashley shift on the table, squirming as if his cock was a living thing. “What the fuck- How big…?”
“Bigger than any other guy you’ve had, Williams. I’m willing to bet top dollar on that.” Montes said, grinning. He slid his hands over her hips and thighs, trying to soothe her back to calm. “And that’s all you need to know.”
His cock stirred again, drifting slightly across Ashley’s bare belly. She peered down at the fat, veiny thing, disbelief swirling in her eyes. The shock quickly began to fade, however, replaced with a new look entirely: interest. She reached down. Montes stirred again as her touch found him, fingers sliding slowly, smoothly over the top of his shaft. Her hand was warm, soft - surprisingly so for an Alliance marine, even an intelligence desk jockey. Montes couldn’t complain. Not when the sensation was so pleasing.
Ashley slid her fingers over his length a couple more times, up and down, up and down, before wrapping them around his shaft. Her delightful touch continued, only now she was stroking him. Montes let out a long, heavy breath. He urged his hips forward, slow but insistent, pushing his cock further into her hands. She had both of them working on him now, her pumps bringing him to an even harder, throbbing state.
Montes chuckled through his grunts, cracking a smile. How could he not? Lt. Williams’ change of heart only meant good things. Fun things.
“That’s it.” He told her, watching her slender hands pump the length of his cock. It was nice to watch her work, to see that light in her eyes as she played with her new favorite toy. “Don’t be shy. Get a feel for it.”
“There’s… there’s no fucking way…”
“And yet…” His hand slid up her naked flank, over her shoulder, her throat, before finally reaching her lips. He brushed his thumb over them - with the look in Williams’ eyes, Montes figured it was fifty-fifty if she would bite him or suck him. In the end, she did neither. Instead, her tongue came out briefly, lashing against the digit. Her eyes shone even brighter - outrage and attraction burning together.
She jerked her head back, letting it rest against the table. Her hands continued to pump him, each stroke making him swell, making his cockhead weep with precum. Montes sighed, savoring her touch.
“Of course an asshole like you has a big fucking dick.” He heard Williams mutter. Her fingers started massaging the tip, smearing the leakage over the rest of him. “No justice in this galaxy…”
Montes took control of the moment, stepping back to give his manhood the space it needed. Ashley drew her fingers over him as he pulled away. The Spectre held himself steady as he slid his cock against the woman’s soft mound. Her cunt was warm and wet, already soaked and dripping thanks to his tongue. He let out a grunt as he dragged his shaft along those slick, silken lips. All Ashley could do was moan.
“It’s not all bad, Williams.” Montes huffed. He bucked against her, the whole length of him gliding over her hot cunt. “I wasn’t lying before. You might just enjoy yourself.”
What followed was a quick, single motion - he drew back and thrust. Buried half his length between Ashley’s thighs, sinking himself into that delicious, unbearable heat. Ashley let out a wild cry - then moaned long and loud as she felt him.
Montes throbbed inside Ashley. Being swallowed up in warmth was exquisite. It was pure pleasure that graced his cock. And still there was more, more delight as he continued on into the tightness of that pussy. Montes grunted again, low and deep like some animal. He put his hands to her hips, holding the woman steady as he pierced deeper into her sex.
More. He sank even more of himself. Inches of inches of cock swallowed up by Ashley William’s hungry cunt.
The intelligence officer didn’t bother with modesty. More cries erupted from her lips, wavering in her throat.
Montes loved to hear it.
- - -
In time, Williams became much more enthusiastic. She still cursed him, of course, but Montes didn’t blame her for that.
“Fucker!” Ashley hissed. She tossed her head back, dark hair spilling across the booth table. She whined, clawing at the firm muscle of his forearms. “You- God! You motherfucker! Shit! FUCK!”
Montes grinned. He kept his thrusting hips working at a fast, steady pace. Ashley’s sex gripped him splendidly tight. A lovely vise of heat and slick. Almost as good as Benezia’s.
Almost.
“Feels good to cut loose, huh?” Montes bucked hard into the woman moaning on the table, stabbing his hard prick all the way down to the balls. Ashley sucked in a gasp, her body seizing up, tightening around him. The velvety softness of her cunt stoked up heated delight in his gut. His balls ached, as did every inch of his shaft.
“Stop. Talking.” Ashley rasped. She still grasped at his arms, her nails digging into the skin. The sting was hot and sharp… but far outweighed by the pleasure offered up by her tight, warm sex.
“That’s not very nice.” Montes replied with mock offense. He bucked into her again, groaning as he tried to go even deeper than balls-deep.
Ashley arched her back, her lips parting wide as she drew in another sharp breath. Her eyes were open wide as well, alight with pleasure, with shock, and with simmering fury, all at once. Her full breasts rose up into fine swells, alluring in their softness. Her arms and tummy offered up a pleasing contrast of firm, toned muscle. Every inch of her was colored in a rich, olive tan. Her dark hair was thrown into wild tendrils, brown wisps falling over her flushed face and burning hot gaze.
“Shut the fuck up.” She growled. Through the haze of pleasure, Ashley Williams kept some focus. Straight at Montes. “Please. Just… just shut up and fuck me.”
Her strength departed as she spoke, letting her slump back onto the table. Even her hold on Montes’ arms weakened. Her nails retreated, dragging softly over his skin as her arms went slack.
She let out a soft little whine. But Montes didn’t move. He kept his cock sheathed in place, buried in her cunt. He wanted more from her.
“I didn’t know you were in charge now.” He spoke plainly.
He drew his cock from her weeping pussy, inches and inches of hard meat sliding free. By the time he was unsheathed, Ashley was whining pitifully, futilely trying to replace Montes with her weak, lazy fingers. When that didn’t work, she made a vain attempt to reach for his tool - though she hardly had the strength for it. Montes kept himself out of reach, still aiming right at her dripping wet cunt. But he didn’t touch her.
“W-wait…” Ashley pleaded breathlessly. “You can’t just-”
“Ask nicely.”
Ashley craned her head up to meet his gaze. The woman was incredulous.
“You’ve got to be kidding. You-”
“Ask nicely, or I leave.” Montes spoke calmly, though his voice was like solid steel.
For a time, Ashley said nothing. And Montes remained still. The only movement came from his breathing… and his beating heart making his manhood stir and swell.
Conflict was written clear on the intelligence officer’s face - which Montes took great satisfaction from. Lt. Williams had a simple choice now: Go home empty-handed… or see this deal through while getting some cock on the side.
Knowing the women he dealt with, Montes had a good idea of what her answer would be.
“Please…” She finally said, turning her face to avoid looking Montes in the eyes. “Please fuck me.”
“Well… since I’m feeling so generous…”
Montes didn’t slide back in immediately. Instead, he slid his hands under her, curling his arms around her slim waist and lifted her up. Easy as cake for him, even with William’s toned muscle mass, she weighed little more than the average woman. Ashley didn’t struggle, too weak to do more than squirm in his arms.
Shifting his hold until he held her up by her full, rounded hips, Montes positioned Ashley right over his length… and then he let her fall. Down, down, down she went, skewered upon that thick, swollen rod. All the way down, Ashley was moaning. The pitch of her cries rising with every inch of Montes sliding into her cunt.
He stared right into her eyes as it happened, watching those pits of soft brown flash from shock, to pain, to scandal, to pleasure. With their faces less than an inch apart, their noses brushing together, he could feel the heat of her breath, from every little gasp and moan and curse.
Montes stole a kiss from her next. Ashley didn’t fight it. But it was enough to stir some of her defiance back to the surface.
“Fucker… you… son of a bitch…” Her speech was ragged and broken by the pace of Montes’ thrusts. He held tight to her back, keeping her steady as he fucked her onto his cock.
“Keep talking dirty.” He growled, nipping at her soft, puffy lips. She nipped back in turn, sharper than his. Just the way he liked it.
“Quit being… a pussy… and really fuck me.”
Montes took the offer with a deadly smile. He went to town, driving her tight body over his cock at an even faster pace. Her cunt was so splendid, so perfect as it slid over his manhood, swallowing him up. Being engulfed in heat and soaking ecstasy… Montes would never tire of it. Nor would he ever tire of the music that entwined with the passion.
Ashley’s screams split the air. Rising higher and higher with every thrust, every deep skewer of Montes’ fat cock. Every time his swollen head split her apart, every time his balls slapped against her ass. Every stroke was breaking her just a little more. He could feel it through her skin, the shudders and quakes of her body against his.
Then… she broke upon him completely. Montes knew a woman’s ecstasy when he felt it. And boy could he feel it now.
Ashley clung to him tight, wailing. Cursing.
“Jesus… Fuck!” She cried. Her nails dug into his back now, raking over his shoulders in red hot lines. “FuckfuckfuckfuckFUCK!”
The woman petered out eventually, going slack against his chest. Montes, though, offered no mercy just yet. He held tight to her warm body, keeping a steady rhythm as he worked in and out of her poor, sodden pussy.
“Damn. Sounds like you needed that.”
“Did you… finish?” Her voice was small, tired, weak. Montes took some pride in that.
“About to.” He told her truthfully. He could feel it in his balls. That boiling ache. All that hot seed ready to spew like a geyser.
“In my mouth.” Ashley suddenly offered. Insisted, really.
Montes slowed his thrusts, wondering if he had heard her right. He drew back to look in her eyes. William could only give a tired nod. Montes felt his cock twitch at the prospect.
“Hey, if you’re offering….”
It was yet another layer of victory in getting Williams to cut loose. Montes tried not to smile too wide as he let Ashley slide from his arms. She found her footing, albeit shakily, and eased herself onto her knees, dropping down between his legs. The booth was cramped but somehow they made it work.
Gently, gingerly, she took him with both hands. Now seeing him up close, seeing his length and girth, Ashley marveled at the cock that had been battering her pussy. Montes groaned, urging his hips forward, making his fattened cockhead brush against the woman’s lips.
“Big fucking cock…” She muttered, letting him prod at her mouth and cheeks. She drew her tongue over him, once, twice, kissing the tip. She hummed at the taste of him.
“And a big fucking load. Get ready, LT.” Montes warned.
Ashley made her move, holding him steady as she took the first few inches into her mouth. She sucked him, swishing her tongue over the head as she bobbed over him. It was lovely, almost as lovely as being in her cunt. Though she was more frantic and passionate than skilled, Montes enjoyed the lieutenant's treatment all the same, savoring the warmth that glazed and coated his manhood.
One suck, two sucks, then three, Ashley worked his shaft diligently. Any moment now the dam would break. Montes grunted, feeling the tightening of his balls. Ashley took more of him, easing more inches of hard male flesh into her hungry mouth. Her lips and tongue offered his cock softness and warmth and delight, while her hands pumped and stroked the rest of him.
It was more than enough to set him off.
Montes let his hand rest on the top of Ashley’s head, taking some of her hair into a firm grip. The heat in his gut was white fire now, burning up his insides. Then it blossomed, spreading through his body. Pure ecstasy rushed through his veins.
And hot white seed rushed through the length of his cock… right into Ashley Williams’ waiting mouth.
Montes snarled, grunted as he shot his thick, heavy load. Ashley hummed around him, bobbing her head still as the man painted her tongue white. Her throat, too.
“Fuck… Fuuuuck… That’s it. Suck it. Suck it down.” Montes kept his hand on Ashley’s head, fingers threading through her soft, dark hair.
To his surprise, the LT didn’t pull back even as the cum kept flowing. She kept her mouth on him, kept bobbing her head, kept sucking down the helping of seed she’d milked from him. Montes felt himself swell and twitch against her lashing tongue. Her soft moans were thrummed delightfully against his shaft.
Montes couldn’t help but feel impressed. He didn’t know the girl had it in her.
Eventually, once his balls stopped pumping cum, Montes sank back onto the booth’s cushioned seating. Ashley fell back onto her ass, letting his slick, glistening cock slip from her mouth.
“Holy shit.” She rasped, wiping her mouth with her hand.
For a while, they both just sat there, breathing, savoring the afterglow. Montes couldn’t help but eye his rod - noting that half of his length was glistening, smeared with Ashley’s spit and drool. Not quite as talented at taking cock as Benezia or Samara, but he had to admire the girl’s spunk. Considering his size, taking half of his cock was no small feat.
“You’re alright, Williams.” Montes finally spoke. “Good to know you’re a team player.”
“Fuck off.” She said in a flat, tired voice. “Are we in business or what?
“I think you’ve earned something. But not tonight.”
“Asshole!” Slowly she began to rise to her feet. She gripped the table for support. The defiance he’d seen before had returned full force, burning in her eyes. “You said-”
“Relax, Lieutenant.” Montes remained seated as he used his feet to draw up his discarded pants. Slowly, he tugged them back on, stuffing his softening manhood back into his boxers. He gave the intelligence officer a look. “I’ll play ball with the Alliance, I just need some time to get things sorted. You’re just going to have to trust me on that.”
Ashley Williams stood over him for a moment, regarding him with a sharp, scrutinizing gaze. It was clear she was weighing her options. Either she trusted him or she didn’t. And since he’d already shot a thick helping of cream down her throat…
“Fine.” She said, irked but accepting. She sat down beside him, crossing one leg over the other. “Get me a goddamn drink.”
Montes couldn’t help but chuckle. This sort of fire, this sort of defiance, he couldn't get enough of it. He stood up, looking about the booth for his shirt. Though he made sure to flash Williams a smile.
“Sure thing. I think you’ve earned that, too.”
