Knox grabs the lubricant he has beside him and pours a generous amount into his palm and spreads it over her back hole.
“What do you say if you need me to stop?”
“Donut.”
I move my legs back to give him space. He pushes a finger inside her, and she whimpers softly. Taking her face in my hands, I attempt to keep her calm.
“Focus on me. Feel my cock moving inside you.”
Knox takes his time getting her ready as I kiss her. She whimpers as my tongue glides around hers.
“I’ll start with just the tip, Tesoro. I need you to tell me if it’s okay.”
I stop kissing her so she can respond as he pushes inside her.
“Relax, Tesoro. Don’t fight it.”
Grabbing onto her hips, I move her up and down my cock, her muscles tensing as her pussy squeezes around my length and she cries out.
“More. Knox. More. Oh, my God.”
Heather lays her head on my chest as we both move inside her. She feels so good like this.
Head on my shoulder.
Tits pressed against my chest.
Her drenched pussy dripping down to my balls.
Her cunt clenching onto my cock like it never wants to let go.
Knox growls as he picks up his pace, praising her the way she needs us too.
“Good girl. Look at you taking both of us so well, Tesoro. Every king needs a queen, and fuck, gorgeous girl, you’re ours.”
Knox digs his fingers into her ass while she whimpers against my skin, her warm breath fanning over my neck.
“Do you feel good, Little Heathen?”
“So good.” She moans in response.
“Come for us. Come. Now.” I groan out, barely holding onto my orgasm. Lifting her head, she gazes at me, a powerful look in her eyes, and I swallow hard as I take it in. The emotion is tangible—I can feel it to the depths of my soul.
“Carter,” she gasps, a sweet, breathy sound as she comes apart for us. Her body trembles, her beautiful eyes fight to stay on mine as she cries out in pure pleasure. My abs tighten as my orgasm nearly consumes me and I fill her. She watches me, her eyes focused on my face as if she can physically feel what she does to me.
Knox pulls out of her, kissing her back softly before he helps her off of me and undoes the belt around her wrists.
“I need a shower.”
Heather climbs back onto the bed beside me and lies on her stomach, hands stuffed under the pillow.
Rolling to my side, I drag my fingers down her back while also pressing soft kisses to her skin.
“How do you feel, Little Heathen?”
“Physically?”
I press a soft kiss to her neck while still rubbing her back in a slow circular motion.
