Page 105 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

I dip my tongue into her again, deeper this time, wriggling it inside her while my thumb circles her clit—around, not on. Not yet. I press my other thumb to her ass, slick with spit, and press in slow, just the tip at first, then deeper when she gasps into Killian’s mouth.

Her body tightens. She’s shaking. Legs straight in the air, toes curled.

Then Maddox grabs one of her legs, Killian the other, pulling them back toward them, spreading her even wider, opening her up like a fucking prayer.

I grin against her pussy.

Good.

I spread her lips with my fingers, lean in, and push my tongue all the way inside her, curl it, flick it, wriggle it just like she likes, while my thumb keeps circling her clit and the other starts moving in her ass—slow, steady, teasing. She moans, long and broken, the sound muffled against Killian’s cock as he shoves it past her lips.

Maddox leans in next, and they take turns—Killian pulling out so Maddox can fuck her mouth deep, then switching again, both of them groaning, both of them watching me work her open.

I add a second finger to her pussy, curl them, find her g-spot, rub hard in tight circles while I suck her clit into my mouth, flick it fast. She’s dripping. Soaking my beard, my chin, my fingers. I can feel her close—tightening, trembling.

“Not yet,” I mutter, even as I press harder.

She’s begging. Not words. Just sounds. Moans, whimpers, little cries that break in her throat as she chokes on their cocks.

I pull back just enough to spit on her clit, then slap it—sharp, twice—and her back bows off the couch.

“Asher!”

She comes with a scream, body jerking, pussy clenching around my fingers as she squirts, hot and wet against my face, my chest, my arms. I keep fucking her through it, fingers deep, thumb still working her ass, my mouth latched onto her clit, sucking hard.

“Yes, mon coeur,” I growl, voice thick. “Yes, fuck— you’re such a good girl, so perfect—goddamn, look at you.”

I pull my fingers out slow, coated in her, and smear her release from her pussy up to her ass before I dive back in, licking, sucking, devouring her like I’ll never get enough.

When I finally pull away, my cock is aching, hard as steel, leaking against my stomach. I stand, take myself in hand, and shove inside her in one brutal thrust.

She cries out, back arching, fingers clawing at the couch.

I don’t slow. I fuck her hard. Fast. Relentless. Every inch of me buried in her wet heat, her pussy still pulsing from her orgasm.

Killian and Maddox don’t stop touching her—squeezing her breasts, slapping her thighs, Maddox replacing Killian’s fist in her hair and pulling her face to him, kissing her deep while his hand slips down to rub her clit.

Killian spits into her mouth and kisses her again, rough and claiming, and I watch it all, my hips driving into her, my hands gripping her hips hard enough to bruise.

I’m close. Too close.

But I don’t want to come inside her like this.

Not yet.

I pull out, slick with her, and sit on the couch, pulling her with me.

“Ride me,” I say. “Be our good girl. Fuck your ass on my cock.”

She looks at me, breathless, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and smiles.

“Yes, sir.”

She turns, lifts herself, and I guide her down, slow, letting her take me inch by inch into her tight ass. She gasps, head falling back, eyes closing.

I lean back, my head against the couch, my hands on her hips, and let her ride me, let her take what she needs, what we all need.

She feels perfect. Tight. Hot. Ours.