Page 109 of Making the King

She giggles and tries to push my hand away. “Since we are never having children, I think your gift is wasted.”

I shake my head, pushing the last bit in before glancing up at her amused expression.

“The gift is for me.”

“For you?”

“Yes.” I nod, standing and holding my hand out to her. “I want to see it oozing down your thighs when we go back out there, and I want everyone to fucking see.”

Taking my hand, she grins and rolls her eyes. “Of course that’s what you want.”

I pull her up off the table, flush with my naked flesh as we take a moment to kiss again, then I spin her to face the table and point at the slick sheen left behind.

“You left a mess. Lick it up.”

An exasperated glare gets sent my way over her shoulder, so I slap her perky ass and press my lips to her ear.

“I gave you an order, mi reina. Today you obey me.”

A shiver runs up her spine, even as she reaches back and grips the top of my thighs with her clawed fingers. “Fine. I’ll submit now, but just so you know, you’ll be licking up your own cum tomorrow.”

“I don’t doubt it.” I rasp against her ear, and I see a smile lift her cheeks.

Releasing my thighs, Cara slowly, and very fucking sexily, leans down over the table and starts to lick up the mess we left.

I take a moment to step back and get a good look at the glistening lips of her cunt between her legs as she bends, and the trail of my cream starting to seep from inside her already.

“I hate to cut the orgy short,” Cain’s voice comes from behind me, and I turn to glare at his tilted head as he studies my wife’s weeping cunt. “But I have to get back for a crew meeting.”

Cain’s eyes meet mine then, and any heat that was there a moment ago when he was ogling my wife slips away.

I stand slowly, watching Cain button up his jeans and looking kind of nervous.

“You will always have an open invitation to our orgies,” I tell him and fuck, a lump the size of an orange forms in my throat.

I feel Cara shift behind me before she wraps her arms around my middle, resting her head on my arm as she stares between us.

“Thank you,” Cain says, and I frown. I was expecting some sort of crude retort, or even a song about orgies, but he says nothing, just stands in the doorway and stares at me.

“Uh.” Cara clears her throat, “I’ll be right back.”

I frown as my wife steps around me, as naked as the day she was born before sauntering past Cain and out into the winding down orgy.

“You sure you have to go?” I ask Cain, my voice cracking a little like I’m a fucking teenager.

“Yeah.” He nods. “It’s time.”

Fuck.

Why is this such a big fucking deal?

Heat pricks at the back of my eyes as I stare at my best friend.

“Are you sure?” I ask, and he nods.

“I’m sure.” He clears his throat like he has a fucking lump the size of an orange lodged in there too.

“Here.” Cara’s voice joins us again as she tosses me my jeans, and I quickly step into them while she slips my t-shirt over her head, covering up.

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