Page 43 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

Instead, he shifts, rolling onto his back, still buried inside me.

“Ride me,” he says, hands on my hips, urging me up.

I push myself upright, my thighs trembling as I adjust to the new angle. He’s even deeper like this, stretching me wider. I look down at him—his chest heaving, his eyes locked on mine—and start to move.

Slow at first. Then faster. I rock my hips, grind down, circling as I lift and fall. His hands guide me, helping me find the rhythm, helping me take him deeper with every stroke.

“Look at you,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect. Riding my cock like you were made for it.”

I bite my lip, my fingers splaying over his chest. “You feel so good, Killian. You’re so big.”

He grins, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, thumb flicking over my nipple.

I slam down, crying out as he fills me completely. Again. Again. My pace grows frantic, my body slick with sweat, my breath coming in sharp gasps. I’m close. So close.

Then Maddox appears beside the bed.

He’s still hard, his cock thick and straining, but he doesn’t reach for it. Instead, he leans in, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

“I have an idea,” he says, voice low.

I glance at him, panting. “What?”

“You trust us?”

I don’t hesitate. “Yes.”

He smiles. “Good.”

Then he turns and says, “Asher. The bottle.”

Asher—naked now, his body a sculpture of lean muscle and dark confidence—steps forward with a bottle of lube in his hand. He doesn’t speak. Just hands it to Maddox, then moves to the head of the bed, crouching so he’s level with my face.

Killian’s still inside me, but his thrusts have slowed, his eyes on Maddox.

Maddox snaps the cap open. “Relax for us, Harper. Let us take care of you.”

I nod, my breath shallow.

Killian wraps one arm around my waist, pulling me flatter against him, my breasts pressing into his chest, my face turned toward Asher. His hand strokes my hair, soothing.

“Breathe,” he murmurs. “We’ve got you.”

I feel Maddox behind me, his hands on my hips, his cock brushing against my ass. But he doesn’t push there.

He presses the blunt head of his cock to my pussy— right where Killian is still buried.

My eyes fly open.

“Shh,” Asher says, his fingers tangling in my hair. “It’s okay. If you want us to stop, we will, baby.”

Maddox pushes forward.

I gasp but I don’t want them to stop. I’ve never been this hungry before. I need them, I need this.

Two cocks. Inside me. At the same time.

It’s too much. Not enough. Stretching me wider than I thought possible. I whimper, my fingers clawing at Killian’s chest.