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“Were you always such a smart ass?” King slaps her bottom, and her pussy clenches around my cock.
“I think you and Gabe bring it out in me,” she purrs.
“How come he gets a pass?” His chin jerks my way.
“Are we going to talk about it or get back to it?” she asks.
With a smirk, he gathers her hair again, smoothing his other hand along her spine.
She circles her hips, letting me know she’s ready for more. And I’m ready to give it to her. Sliding my hands to her waist, I get a good grip and pull my hips back.
There’s a garbled protest around King’s dick.
“I don’t think she likes that, man.”
“No, but she’ll love this.”
I slam my cock home, rocking her forward on her knees. The move unbalances King. I grab his right shoulder to steady him just as his hand closes around my other wrist.
Between us, Katherine breathes deep, then gives a little hum of delight. King’s eyes roll back in his head.
“Do that again,” he pleads, voice hoarse and needy.
She makes the same sound, engulfing his dick in vibration. I swear he almost swallows his tongue.
His grip tightens on my wrist. “That feels so fucking good, Wildfire.”
“Do it one more time and he’ll come,” I say.
“Al—”
Too late. Her next throaty purr sends him.
“Dammit, man. Fuck.”
His nails bite into my skin as he curls over her, alternately trying to get away and fuck her throat at the same time. The unexpected bite of pain in my wrist sends me a rung higher, and then she moans. But it’s not just a moan. The sound is full-bodied and accompanied by a tight ripple around my cock. Her ultimate pleasure.
It’s too much.
Too many sensations are licking at my senses. So much trust and a bond I didn’t see coming. The room smells of sex, our sounds echoing with depravity.I shove deep one last time asmy muscles draw tight. She melts around my dick as I unleash inside her. Spurt after spurt, the orgasm is never-ending.
It’s an out of body experience, where I watch myself collapse over her back. King flails against the linens, arm thrown over his eyes as he huffs in oxygen. I roll to my side, arm around Katherine’s waist, tucking her against me. My chest heaves against her back, and my heart thunders like a bass drum in my ears.
I don’t know how I’m supposed to let them fly halfway across the world after that.
32
KINGSTON
Katherine and I surface next to my sailboat just as the sun meets the horizon. Treading water, I shake my head like a wet dog. Beside me, Wildfire smoothes her hair back, grinning.
Perfect water, colorful sunset, my dream girl at my side. Yep. This is paradise. And as dates go, I couldn’t think of a better one than this.
We’re two days into our visit to Greece, and we’ve already gone through almost an entire bottle of sunscreen.
No way am I letting my Wildfire get crispy. So if that means running my hands all over her body several times a day, I’ll do it. It’s obviously an incredible hardship.
“This is perfection,” she says, treading water.
