Page 58 of Silver Fox Daddies

I shudder.

“You have the most perfect pussy, darling.”

The others nod in agreement.

“And look at how wet you are for us. Here.” Diesel grabs my hand, guiding it between my legs. “Feel yourself.”

Fuck, I have never felt this soaked before.

“Well?” I raise an eyebrow. “What are you gonna do about it?”

Diesel continues the finger strokes, then finds my slit and inserts his finger into it.

“She’s tight, isn’t she?” Bishop says, his cheeks red.

“Very.” Diesel concentrates on pumping his finger in and out of me. “But she’s wet enough for us.” He looks up at me. “Still want me to go first?”

I nod, my entire body going weak at the thought.

The jingling of his belt rings loud in the parlor. Diesel slides it out of the belt loops and tosses it onto the floor with a clang. He’s wearing black boxers, but I still see his bulge.

It’s only occurring to me now that I haven’t seen his dick in real life.

Only in photo form when I was intoxicated.

It springs out of his pants, and I gasp when I see it. It’s confirmed—Diesel is the one with the silver piercing.

He must notice my eyes on it because he reaches forward to lift my chin and says, “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt. It makes the experience better for both of us.”

I exhale a shaky breath, nervous excitement coursing through my veins.

This wasn’t exactly on my bucket list for this year, but you know what they say about life—the best moments are always the unexpected ones.

Diesel, now completely naked, situates himself between my legs. I take a moment to admire his body. Tattoos decorate his chest, too many to count. They don’t take away from his muscles, which remain defined, especially in the overhead lighting. I didn’t expect any less from a man like him, but now that he’s naked and I’m seeing him for what he is, I find him even more intimidating.

But the intimidation comes hand-in-hand with my arousal.

I want all of them inside of me.

Bishop and Cash each take one of my legs, holding them in place as Diesel lines himself up with my entrance. He takes one morelook at me, silently asking for my approval, and then he’s inching himself into me.

I moan, the feeling unfamiliar. Unlike anything I have ever experienced before. He stops to let me adjust before inserting more of himself inside.

“Just relax, baby, that’s it.”

I surrender, feeling myself part around him. It’s painful at first, his size abnormal, but the pleasure wins out. He feels so hot inside of me. Something deep inside of my stomach begins to stir.

He looks into my eyes. Now that he’s inside me, it feels different now, our eye contact holding more meaning.

And then he starts to thrust.

I take a gasp of air, clutching Cash’s arm. The two others gather around the foot of the table to watch him fuck me. Diesel’s thrusts are slow and controlled, allowing me time to get used to his size. After a few more thrusts, my body starts to mold into his, like we’re one.

“She’s taking you so well,” says Bishop. He lifts his head to look at me. “How do you feel?”

“I feel like…I wanna go faster.” I arch my back and crash my hips into Diesel’s. We’re close, but it still doesn’t feel close enough. “I want it deeper.”

“This is your first time, darling. I wouldn’t want to?—”

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