Page 21 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

Nico kisses her while she’s coming on him, and he joins her in it, pulling out to come in his condom. He’s not as messy as I am about these things. And then, he turns the merry-go-bound for Sal.

Sal’s a little different about these things. More methodical. I don’t have the patience for all that, but he seems to enjoy it. He kisses the inside of her knee first. “You are a treasure, Tabitha.” To my surprise, he slams home.

I almost laugh. Not even Sal can resist her.

He’s more aggressive than me or Nico. In business and at playtime. Tabitha can keep up, though, meeting him stroke forstroke. She’s glistening with sweat that looks like glitter in the low lighting. Her pale skin hides her muscles, but at the right angle, I see them now. A flat stomach, slightly lined from hard work. The way her arms curve down their bones, little muscles popping with effort. A goddess, serving herself up to us.

More than any of us mere mortals deserve.

As flexible as she is, I wonder if she was a gymnast in college. She took me folding her in half like it was nothing. What else can she do?

She rockets to another climax thanks to Sal, who pulls out but doesn’t come. He’s oddly careful about that kind of thing. Not that Nico and I aren’t careful, but he has it in his head that he has be extra careful, being who he is. The corporate face of Moretti Brands. The truth is, if he gets a girl pregnant without meaning to, he’ll hate himself. It’s not just protecting the company to avoid coming in a girl. It’s protecting himself.

For all his blustering about protecting the family and all his stoicism regarding emotions, Salvatore Moretti has a heart of putty, and he knows it. Probably why he hasn’t settled down with anyone, let alone gotten a girl pregnant.

Sal smirks my way, offering Tabitha again. I nod once, and he turns her to me. “Hey, baby.”

She’s flushed, and her lips are bruised from kissing. Utterly gorgeous. “Again?”

“Oh yeah.” But this time, I condom up and pull her to me. When I enter her tightness, I hoist her up from the platform and onto my cock.

Her strong legs and arms wrap around me instinctively. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going for a walk.” I bounce her on every step, relishing the way she moans or squeaks when I hit that spot. Her hair cascades around us and tickles my shoulders. I don’t stop until I reach the bed and sit on the edge of it with her still on my cock, this time leaning on her knees. “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

I brush her hair back from her face. “You’ve been through a lot tonight, haven’t you?”

“It’s been good.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. It’s sweet that she’s trying to reassure me, when I should be the one reassuring her. “You’ve been such a good girl for us. I want to give you a treat.”

She smiles with mischief in her eyes, then rolls herself at me. “That kind of treat?”

Oh, fuck me, she’s perfect. But, “Not quite. Sal?”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He nods once, grabbing another condom and some lube on his way to us.

She asks, “What’s the treat?”

“You’ll see. Nico, you in?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says as he plucks another condom from the bowl on his side of the room. Those condom bowls are everywhere, which makes sense.

Maybe I should keep some in my place. Certainly easier than hunting one down in the heat of the moment.

Nico climbs onto the bed next to me as I thrust into Tabitha to take her mind off of what’s to come. Her moans are addictive, and just as Nico stands on the mattress, she frowns up at him. “What’s happening?”

Then Sal closes in behind her. He leans to her ear. “Tabitha, can we fill you up?”

Her throat works as she gulps. “What…I don’t…how?”

Then her eyes go wide. Sal murmurs, “I’d go here. Nico would have your mouth, and you’d remain on Dante.”

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