Page 17 of Satisfying the King

She blinked her eyes and focused on me. “What? What could feel better than this?”

I smiled and watched my fingers pushing the straps off her shoulders. I slowly pulled them down her arms until her breasts were naked in front of me. I palmed her heavy breasts and she moaned, “That does feel better. Let me try now.”

And then she did the same thing to me. Pushing my straps over my shoulders and down my arms. And at the last minute—my breasts practically popped right out.

“Giselle, your breasts are phenomenal.” Her hands touched me—carefully at first. “I’ve always been a little jealous. I wish mine looked this hot.” Her thumbs rubbed over my hard nipples, and I inhaled sharply.

“No, your breasts are hotter,” I said, practically panting while she played with my breasts—and I played with hers.

Eve kissed me again and this time my pussy clenched much harder. The feel of her hands on my naked breasts was way more intense. Her lips kissed down my neck and—

Down.

To my breasts.

I let go of her and watched for what she was going to do next.

Eve’s hands held my breasts, and then—her tongue licked my nipple. It gave me shivers all over my body. “Did that feel good?” She gazed up at me and blinked lazily.

“So good,” I said, and before I knew it—I groaned. Her tongue circled my nipple a few times.

And.

Then.

She sucked me into her mouth.

“Evie, yes,” I said, letting my fingers thread into her hair. I held her to my breast and watched her suck on me there.

She quickly switched to the other breast, and I moaned even louder. “Oh, yes. I love that. Your mouth feels wonderful on me.”

She popped off my breast and said, “Lay down for me, honey.”

I nodded and slid down onto my back. The ottoman was soft and velvety against my mostly bare skin.

“Slip this off,” Eve suggested, and lightly pulled on my lingerie. I helped her drag it over my hips and down my legs. Then she tugged hers off the rest of the way. All we wore now were our sexy heels and tiny thongs.

She laid down beside me, and we started kissing again. This time, it seemed more intense—from both of us.

Maybe it was just us getting used to each other.

Maybe it was because we were equally turned on by making out—nearly naked—in front of these men.

Our hands touched each other wherever they wanted to go. And when my hand wandered between Eve’s legs—she gasped. I thought maybe I’d gone too far—but she quickly made it clear that she wanted me to touch her there. Eve’s hand slipped down to mine and covered it. She started a rhythm and then moved her hand to my breast. Her mouth joined her hand and let me tell you—my poor thong was beginning to get seriously wet.

“All right, that’s about as much as I can fucking handle,” Nick’s voice broke into my make-out session with Eve. We stopped and looked up at a very perturbed Nick Rosetti. Incidentally, his shirt was gone, and he was quickly removing his pants.

On the other side of us, Stefan was undoing his shirt. And the look on his face—well, I’d never seen it on him before. It was like a starving hunger had overwhelmed him.

“Why are they looking at us like they’re the predators—and we’re their prey?” I whispered to Eve, and she giggled quietly.

“Because we are,” she whispered back, and kissed me one more time.

“That’s enough,” Nick said and grabbed onto my hips. I squealed when he pulled my behind to the end of the ottoman.

He didn’t take the time to remove my thong. Instead, he ripped one side—and then the other. Right after he threw the scraps of material over his shoulder, he kneeled one knee onto the ottoman.

And then.

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