The Complete Kit Davenport Series

by Tate James

River's hand cupping my cheek brought my gaze back up to him, and his thumb teased my lips open. With a sexy wink, he pressed the head of his dick to my lips, and I eagerly flicked my tongue out, tracing the slit down the center that was leaking salty fluid, then pulling him further into my mouth. “Good girl,” he murmured, meeting my gaze as he pushed in deeper, meeting the resistance of my throat then breaching it as I relaxed and took him in full. Cole's thrusting was picking up in speed, and I could tell he was close to coming. Fuck, so was I. Again. His hand left my hip and reappeared on my clit, rubbing and circling it from underneath, his hand alongside his own slapping balls. Groaning hard around River's dick, pleasure began radiating through me, and I wondered if my legs were going to give out before this was over. Glancing up at River, I saw his focus was on Cole, and he gave him a small nod. His motion picked up a bit of speed, indicating his own release was close.