"I'm hard again, Niko. Take care of it," he orders, his voice calm, steady, commanding. Niko groans like it's a blessing and a curse. He crawls over, takes Mason's cock into his mouth, and starts sucking him with the kind of enthusiasm that has even me ready to come. The sound of it—wet and filthy
Can I have her next? "Fuck her, slut," I purr with approval. "Let's see how many times we can make her come before she begs us to stop." He doesn't hesitate. Not even for a second. His face lights up like a kid who just got handed the keys to a candy store. Like he's about to open his favorite
Then he pushes in. Slow. Controlled. Inch by inch—like he's carving the moment into memory. Her hands clutch at my thighs. Her mouth falls open in a perfect little "O". "Fuck," she breathes. I press my lips to her ear and let them linger. "Good girl. Take every inch of him just like that."
Mason brushes a thumb over her nipple, watching her come apart with worship in his eyes. "Beautiful," he breathes. "Every damn time." But before she can catch her breath, Niko pulls her right back under. No mercy. No hesitation. He flicks his tongue over her clit—fast, precise—and she screams
King Niko's tongue is buried between her thighs like he hasn't eaten in days. Mason's got her nipples between his fingers, twisting and tugging just hard enough to make her gasp, and I've got her mouth pressed against mine. But it's more than just kissing. I'm reclaiming her. Tasting every moan
Then he pulls back and swings his legs off the bed, reaching for his discarded jeans.There's something looser in his movements now. Lighter. Like some invisible weight finally slipped off his shoulders.I watch him quietly as he buttons his pants, an ache settling in my chest. Is he... leaving? "