Page 47 of The Billionaires' Prize

I suck in a deep breath, wanting to do that. Wishing I could be the one to make him feel good.

But I turn my attention back to the scene before me, where Katherine’s bobbing up and down, and Kingston has a tight hold on her hair. It’s a messy bun at the back of her head, spilling between his fingers.

“That’s. . .” Words escape him and I smirk, knowing the feeling all too well. “Amazing.”

She makes happy sounds in the back of her throat, her entire body moving as she sucks him. Her breasts press against the couch, and her hips roll against nothing. She needs friction.

I’m about to offer my help when she sits back on her knees, chest heaving as she catches her breath.

“Damn, Wildfire.” Kingston leans forward and presses a kiss to her lips.

I stroke my aching dick through my pants.

“You blow my mind,” he whispers.

She giggles. “That’s not what I’m trying to blow, King.”

His brows arch and a laugh bursts out of him. They laugh together, kissing and touching. Innocent touches. But then he pulls back and glances over at me.

I don’t know what he sees on my face, but he leans all the way back and takes hold of his erection, then juts his chin toward me.

“Go take him out,” he says to her, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.

What the hell is happening?

She turns, gaze falling to my crotch. Her lips part, and I swear to the universe that my lungs forget how to function. There’s not much room between the coffee table, our legs, and the sectional, but she twists her way to me, wedging herself between my feet. I scoot to my left, toward Kingston, and spread my legs more.

Just like with him, she skims her hands up my thighs, delighting every nerve ending along the way.

I remember to suck in a breath before I pass out.

Her fingers go to work on the button, popping it free. She bites her bottom lip, her attention flicking between my face and the task at hand. Need makes my body tight. My abs feel like they might cramp at any second.

“That’s it,” Kingston narrates.

I start to sweat. It’s like he knows how to push all my buttons. Like he’s reading my mind.

I graze a thumb across her cheek. She leans into my touch as she spreads the fabric, tugging it low on my hips. Then she reaches inside, her cool fingers wrapping around my heated skin.

My cock bobs in front of her face, and her eyes almost cross as she stares at it. There’s no time to laugh. Katherine leans over and sucks the head between her lips.

“Fuck.”

“Feels great, doesn’t it?” Kingston asks.

I nod, helpless, as sensation after sensation rolls through me. My eyelids drift close, but just before they shut, I see Alex pumping into his fist.

Katherine’s tongue presses against the sensitive spot beneath the crown, and my hips launch off the couch, driving my dick deep. Too deep. Her hands tighten around me as she gags and chokes. I pull back immediately, muttering an apology.

She shakes her head, not missing a beat.

“Think she likes that,” Kingston murmurs.

She pops off me, lips nibbling down my shaft. My skull feels like it’ll explode any second. Every touch winds me tighter. Knowing that Alex is watching, getting himself off, that Kingston is too? It’s almost too much.

I flick my nipples through my shirt, and a shudder ripples through me. The man next to me moans.

As if remembering he’s there, Katherine pulls away.

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