Page 126 of Blissful Devotion

Your guess is as good as mine.

“That’s what Nathan said.” Kat looks over her shoulder at my father, where he now stands near the counter, watching with a very interested gaze.

Vince and Father have some kind of silent conversation over her shoulder, and I roll my eyes. If I didn’t know they both loved Kat and loved pussy sometimes, I would think they were gay.

Especially when they do things like hold each other's gaze intensely as they fuck our girl.

“Next time,” Vince says as he thrusts up into Kat, making her moan loudly, the sound bouncing off the tiled walls and making me hard again.

Her bound hands are draped over his neck, keeping them close enough that their lips are only inches apart, and I itch to push them together or test my luck to see if I can fit between them and steal the kiss for myself.

Damn, now that’s all I can think about.

Oliver holds out a loofah fully sudded up, and Vince takes it, rubbing it down her body, covering her naked flesh and making me jealous of… bubbles.

Fuck, I need to get a grip. How does this woman make me so feral?

His hand dips below the water, which is now cloudy with ‌soap, but it doesn’t take a genius to know where it’s gone when she whines, the sound low and nearly broken.

And just like that, I have the answer to my previous question.

Vince takes his time fucking her while he washes her; it’s slow, damn near torturously so, even just to watch.

A few times Kat attempts taking control, but Vince easily stops her, earning a pout he ignores more easily than I ever could.

He takes care of her in a way I didn’t even know was possible for Vince, gentle and with so much love. He washes her body and then her hair, pressing kisses to her arms, shoulders, face, and lips until she looks like she might very well cry.

And then he fucks her hard and fast, splashing water all over the place as he finally gives her what she wants. I watch, unable to so much as blink as she arches back, pressing those beautiful tits to the ceiling as her back bows and she goes off like a bomb.

Who would have thought hearing your woman scream another man's name could leave me so on edge?

I’m not going to make it through another round or two of this.

Vince supports a boneless Kat as she gasps for air, but the smile on her face says it was worth it.

Iwatch my brother as he pulls Kat from the tub, dripping and exhausted, but still every bit the goddess she always is, has been since the moment I first laid eyes on her in the club.

Oli is waiting with a towel, the mastermind behind this whole night, and I might be antsy waiting for my turn, worried that my cock might literally explode as I watch everyone else fuck her, but I’m also excited.

I love that she did all this for us.

I love her.

I love her in a way I didn’t know I could love anyone else. Letting someone in so far, to see my every imperfection and scar, healed something I thought was doomed to be broken forever.

Oliver instructs Des on how to undo her leg bindings, and together they get them off in seconds, letting them drop to the ground with a thump from the added water weight.

“Alex, you first.” It’s not Oliver who says it, but Nate, and honestly, I don’t care who it was; I’m ready.

I follow them into the room and over to the bed that would have been Kat’s had she been just another nanny… Thank fuck that’s not the case, but I don’t mind using this bed to fuck her, though I’d fuck her anywhere, anytime.

Nathan sets her on the side of the bed, drying her off a little more as Oliver undoes her arm restraints so that only the ones on her chest and pelvis remain.

We really are unwrapping her.

After she’s dry and Oliver gives her some water to drink, he climbs onto the bed behind her.

“Let me help you.” He slides his arms under hers and pulls her back to the center of the bed before he turns her over onto all fours, and my mind goes blank.