Valerie's P. O. V
The man behind me was Keith? As in Knoxwell Keith? The sole heir to Knoxwell Global?
I felt my insides stiffen when he took heavy steps away from me and circled quietly over to Kian. With each movement of his body, I felt the need to run away, before he could grab me with one of those large arms, and do what he so pleased.
He was dressed in a tight fitting turtle neck black top that highlighted his biceps, broad shoulders and V waist line. And straight grey pants that appreciated his thick manly thighs, thighs that could cage a woman in a tight lock blowjob.
Highlighting the blaringly obvious difference in height between them, Mr Keith reached for Kian's waist and pulled him tightly to himself, keeping his eyes only on Kian.
In a deep sonorous voice he said with a devilish smirk, "You say that after taking in my cock, isn't that too cruel?" The way his lips spread at the word cock weakened my knees.
