Page 100 of The Billionaires' Prize

King moves to her other breast with a groan of ecstasy. Man’s not wrong. Those pink tips are the thing dreams are made of.

I flip my hand, rocking the vibe against her clit and damn if she doesn’t lock those thighs together, trapping my arm. But I don’t stop, don’t ease up.

“That’s it, Princess. Take what you need.”

The vibrations intensify beneath my palm, and I see Alex’s thumb on the purple bar, slowly increasing the power. I tease my middle finger down to the puckered hole of her ass, her slick easing the way.

King lifts his head, settling back into the seat, his hand smoothing over her torso, then back up to her breast. We all work together. He touches her, teasing her breasts. Alex leans over, feathering a kiss against her lips. I press my finger deeper.

“Please. . .” The word tears from her lips, a harsh whisper. “Please, please, please.”

It’s a chant. A plea. A prayer.

I tighten my hand, driving the vibe deeper into her cunt. That does the trick and her muscles tighten, then tremble. She whimpers against Alex’s lips, convulsing, and I hold my hand steady as she rides out her orgasm.

Fuck, she’s lovely.

Flushed pink, eyes shut, mouth open. Hips making tiny little circling motions in Kingston’s lap.

“Ohmygod.” He groans. “You’re killin’ me, Wildfire.”

Alex gives a husky laugh, smirking past the younger man. I return his smile.

Princess gives a little moan, jerking her hips back, trying to get away from the pressure. I’d tease her further, but my dick is about to rip out of my pants. And Kingston’s eyes clench shut as if he’s barely hanging on.

Alex takes pity on her and turns the toy off. I right her panties as Kingston kisses her breasts and then tugs her dress back into place.

“Everybody out.” I reach for the door handle.

♥?♥?♥?

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