Page 40 of Satisfying the King

But I was definitely making decent progress.

“Jesus-mother-fucking-Christ,” Carlo muttered to himself as he kept his eyes on me—watching every single movement I made.

“Fucking hell,” he burst out—literally.

Carlo exploded with a vengeance down my throat. I clung to him and swallowed his violent release right down my throat.

“Don’t stop, Giselle. Suck me dry,” he panted and wheezed like he couldn’t fill his lungs fast enough. And I followed his orders to a T.

Once he finished coming, I let him go and slipped down into the water. I gave my mouth a much-needed rinse and then wiped my chin.

“I can’t believe you men today.” Eve shook her head, clearly giving Carlo shit. “I wanted to show her a few more things.”

Carlo chuckled and slipped into the hot tub. “I had two hot, sexy as fuck women sucking on my dick. I think I showed great restraint.” He pulled Eve into his arms. She grinned up at him and wrapped her hands around the back of his neck. “You seemed to have equal difficulty holding off your orgasm with three men on you.”

Her grin grew wider, and she shrugged. “That was different.”

He kissed her on the lips. “I don’t think so.” She kissed him back and then whispered something into his ear. He nodded and let her go.

Carlo headed in my direction. He grabbed me and backed us up against the side.

I sat on his lap and wrapped my arms around him while he held me. His lips touched the side of my head, just above my ear. In a low, caring voice, he asked, “You okay?”

I nodded and settled further into his body. The way Carlo held me—and loved me—well, it felt special.

Yeah, he did the same for Eve.

But when he did it for her, it seemed different.

I couldn’t explain it.

I just felt it.

“I’m very okay. How are you?” I tried to lift my head, but a heaviness settled over me and all I wanted to do was lay here in Carlo’s arms.

Forever.

“Just came deep in your throat. I’m fucking awesome.” He laughed and hugged me tightly. “Thank you, Giselle. You and Eve put on quite a show. Again.”

This time, I tipped my head back to look him right in the face. “It wasn’t a show. I really want to learn her secrets.”

He smiled down at me. His fingers moved a few strands of wet hair off my cheek. “Who do you think taught her?”

I blinked. “You?”

He kissed my lips. “Yes.”

I frowned at him and asked, “Then why haven’t you taught me?”

He pushed my head against his chest. I was tired, so I went along with it. “I love the way you suck me off. There’s no need to change a fucking thing that you’re doing.”

I shook my head against his warm, wet chest. “She’s better.”

My head bounced as he laughed. “No, you’re different.”

I shrugged and shook my head again. “In the Land of Head, that means not as good.”

He laughed harder and grabbed my chin between his fingers. His eyes found mine. “No, in The Land of Head, different is fucking great. You have your own style. And I love exactly what you do to me.” He gave me the gentlest kiss—and it nearly broke my heart. “And how you do it.”

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