Page 79 of The Billionaires' Prize

Fuck yes.

She purrs up at me like a happy kitten who’s just found a bowl of cream. But then, her hands clamp over my thighs, and she cries out, body shaking. Kingston growls from his spot between her thighs. Lucky bastard.

She’s beyond gorgeous, head thrown back, face locked in an expression of ultimate pleasure. Watching her climax almost brings on my own. She’s that erotic. A fucking goddess on her knees. Trembling atop her lover’s lips.

Once she comes down from her orgasm, she raises up on her knees, grinning. Her pale skin glows, as do her mesmerizing eyes.

“We’re not done, gorgeous.” King grabs her hips, tugging her down.

She gasps, flailing for a second, and then her jaw drops. I fist my cock, staring at the perfect O of her lips.

“You’re so beautiful, Princess.”

King murmurs his agreement.

Her lips curve at our praise. Holding my gaze, she leans forward and latches on to my tip.Holy hell.The shift in her position must change the angle against her clit because she pops off my cock, lets out a shuddering gasp, and drops her forehead against my thigh.

“So good. Don’t stop,” she pants.

“I was just thinking the same thing.” I skim my fingers through her hair.

She looks up at me again, flushed and needy. There’s a brilliant fire burning in her eyes. She needs this. The orgasms. The connection. To be free with her affection. To touch and be touched.

Beneath her, King eats her out like she’s the world’s best cuisine. He’s intense with his mouth, devouring her, lusty moans filling the air, hands touching her everywhere. Simultaneously holding her up, holding her down, and teasing her to orgasm again.

Her thighs tremble. From the strain of holding her position or from pleasure, I don’t know.

I close my eyes against the sight.

“Suck him, Wildfire. Make those pretty blue eyes roll back in his head.”

“Fuck—you can’t say things like that, man. You’re gonna make me come.”

“That’s the idea, smarty-pants.”

His words are wicked.

Seriously, I’m not going to last.

Her hot breath fans over my dick, and she draws me in again, fingers tightening on my legs. My eyelids snap open, and I grip the grooves in the padded upholstery behind me. Watching her sink onto me, those pretty pink lips stretched wide, just does something to me. Something I’ve never experienced before. Not last night. Not yesterday or the night before or ever before that.

The way she moans around my shaft is pure decadence. Like she can’t get enough of her favorite treat.

A shuddering breath escapes my lips.

Her tongue glides up the underside of my cock, stopping to tease the sensitive spot just beneath the crown. A blast of sensation sparks through me, and I tug my hips back.

The vixen has the audacity to chuckle and then smirk up at me.

“Sensitive?”

“You’re good at this.” I brush her hair back from her face, not wanting to miss a thing.

“Thank you.” She sounds oh-so-pleased by my compliment. But I wasn’t blowing smoke up her skirt.

The way she wraps both hands around my aching dick, teasing me with her tongue, then her lips, pressing delicate little kisses over my skin. Part of me wants this to go on forever. And the other part of me needs release in the worst way.

She sinks that hot little mouth over me until I bump the back of her throat. My head drops back against the headboard.

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