Page 97 of The Billionaires' Gamble

Katherine follows his order, positioning herself between his spread thighs, giving me an epic view of her ass. I stare up at the ceiling. He’s trying to kill me. There’s no way he doesn’t know just how enticing this view is. Those curvy hips. That heart-shaped ass. Fuck. All the treasure, just waiting for me.

It’s my turn to drop to my knees and worship her. Cozying up to the bed, I curl my hands around her thighs and rock her backward. Her pussy is pink and glossy with arousal, and I dive in like I haven’t eaten in days. Truth is, I haven’t. And I love every chance to get my mouth on her.

“Oh, god,” she cries at the first swipe of my tongue.

Spreading her with my thumbs, I lavish her clit with attention. Long, thorough strokes. Short, teasing flicks, then tiny circles that make her squirm. She’s a never-ending soundtrack of pleasure. Hot, wet, so damned responsive.

As soon as I slide a finger home, reaching deep to the sensitive spot that will have her seeing stars, she comes. That’s it, Beauty. Give it to me.

And because once isn’t enough, I let her catch her breath before diving in again.

“Stop,” she whines. “My legs are jelly.”

“You can give me one more.”

“N—”

I curl my finger, and her muscles quiver.

“Alex!”

She shatters, and I lick up every drop.

She’s not the only one with gelatin legs. But I’m not going to let it stop me. With one hand around her hip and the other around my cock, I lean forward, nudging at heaven.

“What do you think, Wildfire? Up for a fuck and suck?”

The crude words send a flush of heat over me. How has he not come yet? That has to be some next-level Jedi mind control stuff.

Katherine, who’d melted into the mattress, presses up on her hands with a nod.

King crawls to his knees, curling forward so he’s level with her mouth. He’s all sculpted muscle and golden skin from his time in the Mediterranean. “Fuck, that feels too good.”

She shimmies her hips, taking the tip of my dick. That’s not nearly enough for either of us.

“Okay, big guy. Let us have it,” King says, fisting a hand in her hair.

I stare at his fingers twisting through the dark gold strands and thrust home. We all groan together, and I’m pretty sure my soul leaves my body.

What the hell?

“Mmm,” he moans. “Every thrust of your hips drives her down my cock. I can feel her throat.”

Geez… if her pussy doesn’t kill me, his play-by-play will. Doesn’t stop me from driving into her tight heat over and over. Mostly because if I’m gonna go, he’s gonna go with me. It doesn’t take long to find a nice, smooth rhythm, bouncing her gently between our dicks.

Katherine squeezes his thigh, and he immediately backs off, the hand in her hair softening to caress her face.

“Too much, Wildfire?”

I pause as well, giving her a break, even though stopping is the last thing my caveman brain wants in this moment. Fuck. Breed. Conquer. In that order.

She nods.

“You’re so fucking beautiful. Getting my cock all nice and wet. I dreamed about this, you know.”

“Sharing me?” she quips, her voice low and sultry.

My balls draw tight, and I stare up at the ceiling again, as if the answer to my current predicament is written there.