Page 12 of Satisfying the King

Especially Carlo.

There wasn’t one place in the house he could hide. His big lumberjack body wasn’t made for hide and seek.

Of course, Dani didn’t mind one bit. She giggled herself silly at his attempts to hide. The funniest round had to be when he threw one of the baby’s blankets over his head and stood by the drapes.

I mean, it really was hilarious.

Dani’s sweet, little girl laughter made everyone laugh. It was contagious.

“Hmm?” I gazed from the hide and seek game back to Eve. “What do you mean?” I cut the end off of the broccoli and divided the florets.

“I saw you and your guys all tangled up this morning.” She sighed and nudged my shoulder. “And you all had very satisfied looks on your sleeping faces.”

I raised my eyebrows and grinned. She’d knocked on our door a few minutes before bringing Daniella in—just to give us time to get decent.

And that was a good thing.

Because Carlo and I had fallen asleep for a while before Stefan came in for the night. I’d heard him in the shower. And then I’d watched him closely after he’d opened the bathroom door. He’d walked slowly to the edge of the bed. The white towel that was wrapped around his hips fell to the floor, and he laid down on the bed beside me.

“Need your mouth, sweetheart.” His hand stroked his hard length. My eyes met his, and I’d nearly incinerated from the heat he shot at me. I rolled over and kissed him. His hands were all over me. And I loved it.

After a few minutes, I trailed my lips down his neck to his chest.

“Further down, sweetheart,” he said, making me giggle. “Christ, you can be such a tease sometimes.”

I laughed quietly because his brother had just told me that earlier in the shower.

When I found Stefan’s cock, I licked it up and down. My legs folded underneath me, and I kneeled beside him.

The low moans he made were making me pretty freaking hot. I could already feel myself getting wet.How could I not?

“Yeah, that’s right. Just like that,” he breathed out and stuck his hand into my hair. He began moving me faster, and I complied.

I was so into sucking on Stefan when I suddenly felt fingers at my entrance—I gasped. “Christ, you’re wet,” Carlo’s deep, gravelly voice sounded from behind me. He stuck one finger inside and I gasped around Stefan’s cock.

“Fucking dripping,” Carlo said right before he pulled his finger out and pushed himself inside of me. I groaned at the intrusion of his huge, hard cock. “Giselle, keep sucking.” Carlo’s huge hands cupped my behind and squeezed.

I sucked even harder on Stefan, and he gasped, “Fuck, I love your mouth.”

Honestly.

These men.

My eyes closed, and I absorbed all of the fantastic sensations these men were making me feel.

Carlo leaned over my back and grabbed one of my breasts in his hand. His other hand slid over my hip—and down.

“Mmph,” was all I managed to say as he played with that wonderful, most sensitive part of my body. His fingers started squeezing my nipple, driving me absolutely crazy.

“She’s about to blow. Are you close?” Carlo huffed out, his hips hitting me hard now. The sound of our bodies smacking against each other made me even wetter.

“I was ready five minutes ago,” Stefan admitted in a strained voice.

Carlo chuckled, and I felt his hips thrust against me without abandon.

Over and over again.

Stefan held my head and encouraged me to speed up. Which I tried my best to do. But it was difficult when Carlo was playing with my breasts and rubbing my clit.

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