Page 113 of Blissful Devotion

She’s soaked.

My fingers slip in easily to the first knuckle as I press my palm up against her clit, slowly rocking my hand back and forth. Her eyes squeeze shut as she sucks in a sharp breath, the sound making my cock throb.

I take a few minutes to enjoy her pussy, the way she grips my fingers as she drenches my hand, and her sounds… fuck, her sounds drive me crazy.

Nathan chooses that moment to step in, and I don’t blame him; I’m not sure how long I could stand around and watch like that.

He moves in, hooking his arms under both her knees and lifting her so she falls back. Her back falls to his chest, legs wide open, giving me the perfect view of her pussy, his arms acting almost as a swing.

Never a man to be told twice, I lean in and lick her from entrance to clit, savoring the taste of her and the broken gasp that leaves her mouth as if ripped from her very soul.

I lick her from opening to clit again. Flicking my tongue over her clit once, twice, before I suck it fully into my mouth as I sink two fingers into her.

She slams her head back into Nate’s chest as she squirms, her fingers digging into his forearms, but he only holds her tighter, the smile on his face telling me he’s enjoying this as well.

Good.

I’ve always been a man who enjoys eating pussy, but somehow everything is better with Kat, and as she comes on my face, soaking my chin and beard, I can’t help but lap up every drop she has to offer.

She’s a beautiful, panting, sweating mess when I fall back into the chair, her chest rising and falling like she just ran a marathon, eyes still closed as she comes down, and pride wells in my chest.

I feel Nate’s eyes as he stares a hole into my head until I meet his gaze, unable to keep the smirk from my lips when I see the clear jealousy that burns in his blue eyes.

Healthy competition is a good thing, something we used to have a lot more of when we were younger, but I’m not above now.

Especially when it will only benefit Kat.

With a jerk of his chin, he tells me what to do, and I don’t even bother fighting him, not when I know what this leads to.

We’ve shared a few girls when we were younger, but not as often as the rest of them. That was their agreement, and before Kat, I’d been happy to stay as far away from it and any kind of commitment as I could.

Even still, I’ve never shared like this.

I’ve got my pants undone and cock free in no time as Nate moves to drop her back onto my lap before her eyes are even fully open again.

“Hey beautiful,” I say, wrapping an arm around her waist to hold her close as she sways.

Her eyes are glassy as she blinks up at me, a dazed smile pulling at her beautiful lips. Reaching beneath her, I grip my cock, lining myself up to slip into her, and her smile falls away, her mouth falling open to form the most delicious little ‘o.’

I move my hands to her hips, helping her sink down my length, her breathing picking back up with every inch I sink inside of her. She curses under her breath as I push in the last bit, my piercing hitting a spot I found she’s pretty damn fond of.

“And you thought getting pierced was dumb.” I cock a brow at Nate over Kat’s shoulder, where he stands across the room, rummaging in his coat that I hadn’t even seen join the pile of Kat’s clothes earlier.

Whatever he was looking for, he must find, as he makes his way back to us.

“It was dumb. We were training for war. Having an open wound on our cocks overseas was a terrible idea.”

I shrug and turn my attention back to Kat, who finally seems to be regaining some awareness.

My cock throbs knowing I did that to her, that I brought her enough pleasure to make her mind require a reset, and I hear the hitch in her breathing from it.

I’d never understood how men threw things like wealth and power away for a woman; I thought they were stupid, ruled by their dicks instead of their brains.

But I would do so many bad things for this woman, even if she would never ask me to.

“Kat doesn’t seem to think they're dumb.” I thrust up into her, throwing her off balance; her hands grip my shoulders as a moan is ripped from her.

“Fuck, Vince,” she whines, but it’s half-hearted at best.