Page 108 of Silver Fox Mountain Daddies

His whole body shudders.

He buries himself deep and groans against my mouth, cock pulsing as he explodes. His chest presses to mine. I feel his heartbeat as if it’s my own.

When he finally stills, he kisses me again. Then he eases out of me, touching my cheek with shaking fingers.

Jonah’s hand is already on my thigh.

I turn my head to find him watching me. His hand slides down my side, past my hip, then back up again. His touch is reverent, reassuring.

“I need to feel you,” he says. “Please.”

I reach for him. He rises over me, shifting between my thighs with the same fluid control he always has. His cock is already hard, already slick with precum. He lines up and pushes in slowly, sinking deep with a low groan.

I gasp as my body stretches around him.

“Holy fuck,” he murmurs.

He starts to move. His rhythm is smooth at first. He grits his teeth as he thrusts deeper, sliding a hand under my back to hold me flush to him. His lips drag across my throat. His breath is hot and broken.

“I thought I lost you,” he whispers. “I thought—fuck—I thought we were too late.”

“You weren’t,” I say. “You’re here. I’m here.”

He kisses me again, deeper now. His hips move faster. My nails dig into his arms as his control slips, every thrust deeper than the last. I wrap my legs around his waist and pull him in harder. He groans, mouth dropping to my shoulder.

My whole body tightens around him.

“Jonah—”

I come again—shaking, breath caught in my throat. He follows seconds later, burying himself deep with a ragged cry as he comes inside me, his body going taut above mine.

Boone is still kneeling at the edge of the bed, watching.

His eyes are so dark with need. He reaches out and curls his fingers around my ankle, dragging me toward him.

Jonah lets me go, slipping out of me and shifting to the side.

Boone pulls me down the mattress and flips me over. I gasp as he presses my chest into the sheets, his hand sliding up all the way to the back of my neck.

“Hold still,” he growls.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“You’ve been a good girl tonight,” he says, voice low. “But I need you to take me.”

He spreads my legs and slides his cock through the lips of my pussy—wet with everything the four of us have shared. He’s rough from the start. My cry is muffled by the pillow, but I arch into it, give him everything.

“This pussy’s mine,” he snarls.

“Yes—Daddy—yours?—”

“Are you going to come like a good girl?”

“Yes—please?—”

“You want Daddy to fill you up?”

“Please,” I beg. “Please, I need it—I needyou?—”

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