Rebate King: Every Beauty I Spoil Makes Me a Billionaire

She took him deeper in gradual increments, relaxing her throat until the head nudged the back of it. A soft, pleased hum vibrated around him as she began to bob in earnest, wet, steady, and devoted. Saliva slicked his length; the soft, rhythmic sounds of her mouth filled the quiet bathroom. Every time she pulled back she lingered on the head, tongue flicking the sensitive underside before sliding down again.

”You always feel so good on my tongue,” she whispered against him between strokes, voice husky. ”Even after everything... still so hard for us. I love it.” She took him deep once more, swallowing around the thick intrusion, throat fluttering tightly before she eased off with a wet sound. ”Come whenever you’re ready... I want to taste you again.”

Stan’s breathing grew heavier. His fingers tightened gently in her hair as the wet heat of her mouth worked him with practiced care. Sophie sensed the rising tension and increased her pace, sucking firmer, stroking faster, occasionally taking him all the way to the base in a smooth, deep glide. The wet sounds grew louder, more urgent.

When his climax finally hit, it was deep and thorough. Stan groaned low in his chest as thick pulses of cum spilled across Sophie’s tongue. She stayed with him, swallowing every drop with soft, greedy motions, milking him gently through the last aftershocks until his cock finally began to soften in her mouth. Only then did she pull back, licking her lips clean with a small, satisfied smile.

She was still on her knees, wiping a faint glossy sheen from the corner of her mouth, when the bathroom door opened.

Maya stepped in, naked and freshly finished with the sheets, and took in the scene with a playful pout. ”You guys having fun behind my back?”

Sophie blinked, still kneeling, and opened her mouth to explain. ”I was just...”

Maya stepped closer and touched Sophie’s cheek with gentle fingers, a soft laugh already escaping her. ”Don’t mind me. I was only teasing. I was planning to suggest it myself anyway. How could we leave our king still rock hard before bathing and going to sleep?”

Stan’s smile was slow and warm. He reached out and delivered a light, appreciative smack to the soft curve of Maya’s ass. ”Touché.”

Both women burst into laughter, Maya’s bright and musical, Sophie’s still a little breathless from her recent efforts. The sound filled the tiled room, light and easy, the earlier intensity melting into comfortable, intimate affection as the three of them prepared to step into the shower together.

Steam began to rise as Sophie turned on the large rainfall shower. Warm water cascaded over the three of them in a gentle curtain.

Stan stood in the center while Maya and Sophie moved close on either side, their soft bodies pressing lightly against him as they helped rinse away the evidence of the night.

Maya reached for the soap and worked a rich lather between her palms before sliding her hands over Stan’s chest, tracing the hard planes of muscle with slow, deliberate strokes. ”You’re still unfairly solid even after all that,” she teased, fingers drifting lower along the ridges of his abs. ”Most men would be jelly by now.”

Sophie laughed softly as she soaped his shoulders from behind, her full breasts brushing against his back with every movement. ”Jelly? Please. He’s still standing there looking completely unbothered. It’s offensive, honestly.”

Stan’s hands found their waists, thumbs stroking the soft skin just above their hips. ”I could get used to this kind of criticism,” he said, voice warm with amusement. ”Two beautiful women complaining that I recover too quickly while they wash me. Tragic.”

Maya gave his chest a light, playful shove, water droplets sliding down her bare breasts. ”Keep talking like that and we might decide you’re not allowed to leave the bathroom for the rest of the night.”

Sophie leaned around to press a quick kiss to the side of his neck. ”Tempting. But I think our king deserves a proper soak after everything.” She stepped away from the shower spray and moved toward the ultra large freestanding bathtub that dominated the far side of the spacious bathroom. ”Stan, where do you keep the good things?”

He pointed to a low shelf near the tub. ”Bath salts on the left, the oil in the dark bottle, bubbles in the white jar. Use whatever you like.”

Sophie selected a generous handful of the mineral rich salts, a measured pour of the lightly scented oil, and a scoop of the soft bubbling agent.

She filled the deep tub with steaming water, watching the salts dissolve and the bubbles rise into a thick, fragrant cloud. The scent that filled the air was clean and subtle, something like warm cedar and faint citrus.

”Perfect,” she murmured, testing the temperature with her wrist. ”Come on. Both of you.”

Stan stepped in first, settling into the deep water with a low sound of pure contentment. Maya followed, sliding in on his right side so that the soft weight of her breast pressed against his arm and the outer curve of her thigh rested along his.

Sophie entered on his left, mirroring the position until both women were tucked against him, warm skin and yielding flesh surrounding him on either side.

The water rose higher as they settled, bubbles clinging to their bodies and floating in soft clusters around them.

Stan’s arms draped along the rim of the tub behind their shoulders, and both women immediately took advantage. Maya’s hand gliding slowly over the wet planes of his chest, Sophie’s fingers tracing idle patterns across the hard ridges of his abs beneath the water.

”This is better,” Maya sighed, resting her head lightly against his shoulder. Her soft breast remained pressed to his side, the warm, slick skin sliding gently against him whenever either of them shifted. ”You feel so good like this... warm and solid.”

Sophie hummed in agreement, her palm stroking slowly up and down his stomach. ”And we get to keep you trapped between us for a while. No escaping.” She tilted her face up to look at him, eyes half lidded and content. ”Comfortable, my king?”

Stan’s hand drifted beneath the water to rest on Sophie’s thigh, thumb stroking the soft inner skin, while his other hand found the curve of Maya’s hip. ”More than comfortable. You two feel incredible against me.” He squeezed gently, feeling the plush give of their bodies. ”Soft... warm... perfect.”

Maya’s fingers traced a slow, deliberate circle around one of his nipples before drifting lower again. ”Flattery will get you everywhere,” she murmured, a teasing smile coloring her voice. ”But we’re still not forgetting that monster stamina of yours. That girl who seemed close to you at the basketball game at Velaris Crown... she looked really sweet. Having her as reinforcement might not be a bad idea.”

Sophie laughed, the sound light and musical in the steamy air. ”Or we just keep him in the bath until he softens permanently from pure relaxation.” Her hand slid a little lower beneath the water, not quite touching, simply resting possessively against his lower abdomen. ”Though I’m not sure even that would work... so I’m okay with the other option too.”

Stan looked between them, a little surprised. ”Really? You guys are actually fine with me having more girls?”

Sophie smiled, warm and unbothered. ”I’ve never had problems with Mia, and she hasn’t had any with me. Back then we could both tell she had something for you. She’s your childhood friend... and I’m pretty sure you’ve always had a soft spot for her too. So yeah, I’m okay with it.”

Stan’s expression softened into a genuine smile. ”You two really are the best...”