Page 10 of The Billionaires' Gamble
God, she’s beautiful. Stunning, really, and there’s a naughty glint in her eye as she stares at my dick. I’d love to know what’s going on in that pretty head of hers.
“That’s it, Wildfire. Drive him out of his mind.”
Fuck, there’s no way I’m going to interrupt this. No way.
All systems are a go. Beam me up. Ready for liftoff, Captain.
Katherine gives a saucy agreement under her breath and then leans in, swirling her tongue around the crown.
“Isn’t she amazing?” King asks, words thick with pride, as if he coached her on giving blow jobs.
“Incredible,” I agree.
As far as I know, she’s just a natural—watching and listening and responding to the lucky man she’s with. Adjusting her technique on the fly.
Which, fuck, it doesn’t need adjusting.
She gives a happy moan at our praise, and the vibrations travel through her lips straight to my nervous system. A sharp breath hisses between my teeth.
Tipping her head to the left, she glances up at me from the corner of her eye, smirking. Licking. Teasing me. Then she closes that seductive mouth over me and makes the sinful sound again. This time, my nerve endings light up like a string of C9 Christmas lights. I slap my free hand down, grabbing whatever I can to hold on.
King’s thigh is warm and muscular, and he huffs a laugh at my predicament.
“That’s our girl. Drive him out of his skin. Make sure he’s thinking of this for the rest of the day.”
That’s guaranteed.
She sucks me deeper, so slick and hot.
I don’t want to come yet. My balls have different plans. She’s hardly touched me. I can’t be ready to come yet.
But I am.
My pulse pounds in my ears, and my breath is doing that erratic dance where my body seemingly can’t decide if I should hold it and hold on tight or keep on breathing.
Her hands ring my dick, smoothing up and down the shaft as her mouth joins the mix. Up. Down. A little twist as she pops off. And fuck me, she looks me dead in the eye and I see everything. My future is laid out like a board game. Her and King and Alex and I, together, orbiting around each other. Colliding. Building a life and having a hell of a lot of fun. A ton of blow jobs.
She leans over me again, sucking me so deep I hit the back of her throat. She’s fighting her gag reflex... for me.
“Are you going to let him come in your mouth, Wildfire?”
“Show me,” I grind out, holding on to my sanity and my cum. “Show me where you want it, Princess.”
Once again, she lifts her head and stares me down. Something twists in my chest. She opens those swollen lips and sticks out her tongue. There’s a flash of perfect white teeth and a quirk of an eyebrow that has me reaching for my dick. Just below her hands, I strangle the fucker, stifling my orgasm.
“Fuck—”
King, the bastard, laughs again.
She cuts him a glance, drops her attention to his hard and ready dick, then shuffles over in front of him again.
“What are you up to, Wildfire?” he asks, reaching for her. Touching her anywhere he can.
She doesn’t answer, at least not with words. Instead, she reaches for his cock, then immediately curls over his lap and sucks him down.
“Jeez—holy hell.” His hand falls to the back of her head, and he holds her against him.
She twists and bobs. The whole time, using her mouth and hands as one. Turning him into a blubbering mess. He’s so far past complete sentences that I almost laugh.
