Page 93 of Obsessed Kings

"Hopefully, out of my pussy." Olivia threads her arms around my waist, gripping me for support. "Not my ass."

I lean back. A smirk forms on my features.

Moving close, I flit my lips across hers. Not enough to kiss her. When I kiss my angel for the first time, she’s going toknowthat I’ve planned it in advance. My ex-con ass might rent out the Statue of Liberty and kiss her under the flaming torch. Oh, the torch doesn’t actually light up with real fire? I’ll bribe the Mayor to throw an oversized candle in it for my baby girl. Maybe even fireworks. They’ll burst over the harbor as my lips mate with Olivia's for the first time.

Brock twirls a strand of Olivia’s hair around his finger. "Looking like this, I’m not sure how I can resist."

I growl as I bonk Brock’s nose, shoving him backward. "Don’t you dare."Colt will murder us.

We have a strict unspoken understanding that we’re not to bust Olivia’s virgin cherry without all of us present. She’s all of ours. Not for any one of us to take without the others present.

It’s getting harder and harder to keep our end of the bargain. She looks so fucking good every single day. The urge to ram my dick straight into her tight little cunt and go to paradise is overwhelming. At this rate, I want to tell Colt he can fucking fight me if he doesn’t like it. I want to squirt in Olivia. Rip her film and plant a hot cumshot in her meowing kitty.

Brock bats his eyelashes. "I can’t control what my dick does of its own accord."

Olivia cackles, then snatches a handful of Brock’s cock. "It has a mind of its own."

"Fuck right it does, baby girl. It just starts spurting everywhere and demanding to plant a baby in your belly. It tells me that it won’t be able to go on if it doesn’t slide into your pussy. Part your folds like Moses."

Olivia scrunches her brow. "Moses?"

"Moses from the Bible story. He parted the Red Sea with his mighty shaft."

I smack Brock’s arm. "Our whore didn’t ask for a Sunday school lesson."

"Besides, it’s not Sunday." Olivia sounds so giggly and innocent that my dick turns into a rock.

I pinch her cheek, which makes her turn pink. "Aren’t you a silly girl today?"

"Yes." Olivia stares me dead in the eye. "My hairdresser gave me something funny at the end of our appointment. A glass of champagne."

A growl escapes me, one that bubbles up from the horny part of my core. "Girls like you shouldn’t be drinking big boy drinks like champagne. You’ll act in ways that aren’t healthy."

Brock smirks. "I’m not so sure about that. I for one happen to enjoy it when a girl gets a little tipsy. She can better appreciate my gifts."

Olivia peers behind Brock’s mammoth shoulder, her jaw dropping when she takes in the flowers covering her room. "You two bought me so many flowers."

I sling her over my shoulder.

Effortlessly.

Easily.

She weighs nothing.

Ten-ton sacks of kitten-soft feathers aren’t as light as her.

"Your sanctuary has been transformed into a temple fitting of Venus." I spank her ass while she’s slung over my shoulder. She squirms as she pants in my ear.

Brock shoots me a look. "Spank her at your own peril."

I smirk as I whip around toward Brock. "Stop me."

With a growl, I heave my angel on her luxurious bed. Pink flower petals poof in every direction, floating through the air. Her rich velvety hair fans out and tempts my cock. She looks like a fucking mermaid. A slutty mermaid with a pussy wetter than the ocean.

I wasted so many years on girls who weren’t her. Girls who could never be as wonderful as her because they lacked the distinct allure that she possesses.

Olivia is ten times the woman most females ever strive to be. She encompasses that ideal that they bust their ass to achieve. Doing squats in the gym to attract a man who wants a bitch with a fat ass. Learning foreign languages to sound hot. Traveling to appear cultured to men who’ve seen the world. Their futile efforts compare little to my girl’s natural charm and grace. She’s elegant in the way that she defines perfection with so little as a fucking smile.

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