Page 25 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Me?” asks Bishop.

“Apart from flirting all day long, Bishop is our road captain,” Diesel says.

Flirting all day long?

I feel a sudden pang of jealousy in my gut.

Am I just a conquest to him?

“What’s a road captain?”

“I’m responsible for leading group rides.”

I frown. “So, why aren’t you riding now?”

Bishop shrugs, bringing me in even closer. “I like to bend the rules.”

“And you?” I turn to Cash.

“I’m a prospect. I only started here a week ago.”

“He has a lot of proving himself to do.”

“Proving himself? To who?”

“To Grizzly,” interjects Diesel. “Our Prez.”

“He oversees the club and makes the orders,” says Bishop, “but it’s not him you should be scared of.”

“Who should I be scared of?”

Bishop veers his eyes to Diesel. “Diesel here is our?—”

“Alright! Are we here to talk, or to fuck?” Diesel slaps Bishop’s hand away and takes me for himself, running his hands up and down my torso. He lingers over my breasts, awaiting confirmation, which I give him with a nod.

I don’t expect him to circle his finger over my nipple through the dress. It’s not even direct contact, and already my pussy is throbbing.

A moan escapes my mouth.

“Does that feel good, sweetheart?”

Rendered speechless, I give a little nod.

“She’s a good girl,” Bishop says.

“Averygood girl,” Diesel agrees.

Cash steps forward. “Let’s hoist her up onto the table.”

I feel like a rag doll, limbs heavy as they position me however they like. I feel like melting into them. They could do whatever they want to me.

The thought of gratifying them makes me happy.

I end up on the table, my legs widening of their own accord.

Diesel runs a hand over my neck.

What is it he does here, again?

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