CHAPTER 4: NO HOLE LEFT UNFILLED
KIM’S POV
That was all the permission I needed. I came with a wild, muffled scream against Joel's hand, my body shaking, my juices coating Reece's chin.
He groaned against me, lapping it all up, not stopping until the last tremor had subsided.
Reece stood up, wiping his glistening mouth with the back of his hand, a dark, possessive smirk on his face.
His c**k was a thick, angry red, straining so hard against his jeans I thought the denim would tear.
"My turn."
He didn't just lift me off the table—he manhandled me, his big hands spanning my waist and tossing me over his shoulder like I was a prize.
My ass was in the air, my p***y still dripping his spit and my own arousal. I squealed, pounding my fists on his back.
"Put me down, you asshole!"
