Page 78 of The Billionaires' Prize

Hands braced against the padded headboard, she lowers her pussy onto his waiting mouth, and they moan in unison. I’ve never been so jealous of another man’s lips.

My eyelids shutter, and I suck in a needy breath. Already, the room smells like sex and sin. Hot man, delicious woman.

Fuck.

I give her nipple a little squeeze, and her hips jerk forward. Kingston groans, his mouth obviously full. My god, what a sight. Heat shimmers over my skin, and sweat dampens the back of my neck.

Katherine closes a hand over mine, encouraging me to play with her. To join in the fun.

My cock strains against my zipper. I’m going to have a permanent zig-zag impression on my skin.

Kingston keeps his hands on her hips, moving her against his waiting mouth. By the sounds coming from her, he knows what he’s doing. And now I’m jealous of a pussy.

She wants me in, I’m in. Rising to my knees, I kiss her shoulder. Lips parted in ecstasy, she wraps an arm around my shoulders.

I cup her cheeks between my hands and slant my lips across hers. She whimpers, clamping a hand around my wrist, holding on to me like I’m a life preserver.

Tracing my tongue along her bottom lip, I lose myself in her. In our kiss. Her tongue darts out, teasing mine before retreating. Desire bolts through me, and I tighten my grip.

She whimpers again, sounding desperate for more.

My princess likes it a little rough. Does she want her men to take control?

I spear my tongue between her lips and thrust my cock against her hip. It’s not enough. Not nearly enough. I want to be naked. To feel her skin against mine.

I drop a hand to her right tit, giving it the same attention I gave the left. She sucks on my bottom lip, and my dick starts to weep.

“Take him out,” King says from between her thighs.

My dick jumps at the command in his tone. How did he know what I was thinking? Needing? And where the hell did that delicious timbre come from? Not that I’m complaining.

Katherine’s hands travel down my body, pulling my shirt from my jeans before moving to the button and, finally, thankfully, my zipper.Yes.

Oh, yes.

I hold on to her, weak and off balance as she takes me in hand.

“Fuck, yes,” I whisper.

King gives a pleased hum. Because we’re doing what he says? Because his mouth is full of her perfect pink pussy?

Doesn’t matter.

I yank my shirt off and toss it to the floor. We’re getting closer to skin against skin, and I’m greedy to feel her close.

Her fist tightens around my cock, and my hips jerk. If Kingston has a problem with my proximity, he doesn’t let on. Just keeps driving her wild. Her hips move like she’s trying to keep a hula-hoop in the air.

He lifts her off his tongue.

“Get up there, Gabe. Let her suck you off.”

His order sets me on fire, need burning through me white hot and unforgiving. Katherine’s hand tightens around my dick, a silent ‘yes, please.’

I don’t even hesitate at his instruction. Simply roll away, shuck the rest of my clothes, then crawl back onto the bed. Katherine is thoroughly bemused, lips swollen, eyes hazy as she reaches for me.

Standing, I slide in between her and the headboard that stretches all the way to the ceiling. My dick points at Katherine like he’s claiming her.

Do I want to claim her?

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