Page 11 of Satisfying the King

Carlo’s hand slid up and clasped the back of my neck. He turned my head toward him. “I fucking love you,” his lips touched mine, “so fucking much.”

I couldn’t answer. Carlo’s tongue was doing wonderful things to mine.

But not quite as wonderful as what his hand was doing. I gasped as his finger entered me, “Carlo.”

“Open wide for me. I need this pussy,” he muttered while the warm water streamed down our faces. I opened my legs, and he shoved another finger up inside of me. “You are so wet. I can’t wait to be inside of you.”

I nodded my head. “I want you, honey. So badly.”

He huffed into my mouth and kissed me deeply.

Oh.

Man.

I felt his kiss down to the tips of my toes. My fingers dug into his shoulders, feeling the tight, hard muscles there. Before I knew it, he lifted me and backed me up against the wall of cool tiles. His kisses became more and more urgent, and I felt myself float away with each one.

“Ahh,” I moaned as his hardness poked at my very wet, aching entrance. He shoved himself in and I folded my fingers together behind his neck.

And held on for dear life.

Because Carlo’s hips immediately started thrusting. “Carlo!” I shrieked at the shock his size always created. I wasn’t sure I’d ever get used to him entering me.

“You feel so fucking good, Giselle. So tight and wet for me,” he muttered into my ear. I could feel my walls clamp around him already.

“Oh, my gosh,” I panted, not believing how quickly he’d already gotten me to this point. “Carlo, I’m, ohh,” I groaned while his hand slipped between us and started rubbing. “Carlo!” I screamed, my fingers clinging to him as I felt a wave of euphoria wash over me.

“Come for me,” he grunted, and I felt his body still. While I shut my eyes and let wave after wave of pleasure seep through me, I felt his cock twitch inside of me. And that only made me come harder.

His mouth clamped over mine, and we swallowed each other’s lustful screams.

When I finally stopped pulsing around him, Carlo started laughing. “Christ, woman. Every time with you is more mind-blowing than the last.”

I felt an enormous smile spread across my face. “Ditto,” I said, pulling his head down to me. “I love you, honey.”

He kissed me roughly for a few minutes before pulling out of me. After he let me down to my feet, he said, “Let me shave and then I’ll meet you in bed.”

I bit my lip and let my hand play with his scruffy face. “Keep it?” I shrugged. “Just for a day?”

His eyes narrowed and scanned my face. “Yeah?”

I nodded, and Carlo gave me a smirk. “Hmm, I suppose I can hold off for a day or two. If it means that much to you.”

My other hand joined in, and I scratched his beard. “I just think it might be—fun.”

Carlo’s body shook with laughter. He kissed me one more time. “Well, that’s good. Because I was planning on having a lot of fun here with you.”

4

Giselle

“What’s it like to be God’s favorite?” Giselle bumped into me while we chopped veggies for lunch. She wanted to make soup before we put the kids down for a nap.

The men—Carlo, Stefan, and Nick—currently played hide and seek with Daniella in the living room. She was having the time of her life. Each man also carried a baby in their arms.

So, to Daniella, they were playing with her, too.

The men were large.

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