Page 10 of The Heiress's First Date

“Look how well you take him.” King rolls toward her, kissing her shoulder, then moving down to her breast.

Holy shit.

“Keep doing that.” A groan rumbles from my chest. “She’s gonna squeeze my dick off.”

Gabe huffs a laugh, then leans in to kiss her. “What a way to go.”

No kidding.

My eyes cross as her muscles ripple around me. The woman must do Kegel exercises on the regular.

King tortures and teases her breasts while I slam my hips to hers. I need her overcome with pleasure. Delirious and never doubting our connection again. Next time that pesky doubt pops into her brain, she’ll remember this night and squish it like a roach.

With an arm wrapped across her thighs, I shuttle back and forth. Just a few inches, but they’re all we need. At this angle, I’m constantly rubbing her G-spot. She’s helpless to do anything but hold on and let herself fall overboard.

Sliding a hand down her thigh to her clit, I circle once, twice, firmer the third time.

She gasps against Gabe’s mouth.

“Come for us,” he whispers. “Come on Alex’s cock.”

Yes.

Around and around, I circle. Firm strokes, slipping and sliding in her slickness. When I get the pressure and rhythm just right, she detonates, snatching her lips away from Gabe’s as a cry rips from her throat. Her body locks up, back arching as her cunt clamps around my cock.

I hold still, and my head drops back as I mentally flick through tomorrow’s to-do list. It’s not much help against the delicious moans pouring from her lips. My balls draw tight, ready to let loose, but I’m not ready yet. I want her to come at least once more.

Finally, when she comes down off her orgasmic high, I drop my chin and take her in. Her color’s high, a glorious flush across her chest, and her lips are swollen from Gabe’s kisses.

She frowns up at me. “Holding out on me?”

“You come first.”

Her sultry grin reappears. “I like the sound of that.”

“Thought you might.”

“Roll over,” King says, scooting off the bed.

I know what he wants. And I’m more than happy to give it to him.

Sliding an arm under her back, holding her close, I flip us so I’m on the bottom. Katherine’s jaw drops, and she squirms, trying to get more comfortable. Her hands press against my chest as she lifts up, then slides back down, rolling her hips at the bottom.

Her throaty moan almost sets me off, the minx.

“Want to do the honors?” King asks.

She cranes her neck to see what Kingston is talking about. He tosses Gabe a bottle, but he’s still holding something in his hand.

“What is that?” she asks.

5

KINGSTON

Katherine blinks at me, and her jaw drops, lips forming a small O. Her strawberry gold locks tumble down her back, a tangled riot. And man-oh-man, if that doesn’t call to my fingers.

I’d love to wrap it in my fist and hold on tight.

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