Page 97 of Sold to the Silver Foxes

I squeal when he leaps on top of me, his weight on his elbows next to my head. “I couldn’t make my erection go away for twenty minutes. Why do you think I kept asking for hot blankets?”

I grin, wrapping my legs around him. “Aw. You were hard for me?”

“For you. Because of you.” There’s an evil glint in his eye. “Now, you owe me.”

“Make me learn my lesson.”

A throat growl barrels out of him before he kisses me like an animal, all biting and devouring. I reach for his shoulders, but before I know it, the other two pin my arms far apart on the bed. I whine, but they’re unrelenting. Sal’s hard, his cock laying against my wetness, not entering.

Another tease.

“Not sure I should give you what you want, doll.”

“Someone better.”

“Oh, you’re making demands now?” He bites my bottom lip, then licks it. “Naughty girls don’t make demands. Girls who don’t wear panties don’t make demands.”

“Bullshit, her whole body is a demand,” Dante murmurs.

I can’t help but giggle until Sal thrusts in, and I gasp. “Oh, fuck.”

He does. His hard cock feels so good, filling me full with every motion. It’s maddening that I can’t touch him, but he hits that good spot inside, and I anchor myself on him, riding him from underneath. Sal groans. “She’s too good at this. Even without her hands.”

“I’d like to test that theory.” Nico hooks his hands beneath me, pulling me out from under Sal until I’m on the other side of the bed. “Hands and knees, kitten.”

I take the position, and he lines up behind me, while Sal kneels in front of me. “I wasn’t done with you.” He slides himself into my mouth right when Nico enters me from behind. I taste myself on Sal. It’s like tug-of-war with naked bodies, back and forth, until I’m ready to explode.

But then Dante picks me up, cutting into the festivities. “That’s enough of that.” He drops me onto my stomach and parts my thighs before he licks me all the way from my clit to my ass. I shudder from the intensity, unable to form words.

Clearly, today is a ragdoll day.

Sometimes it’s sweet, sometimes it’s nasty. Sometimes, they like to pose me like I’m their favorite toy. It’s only fair. They’re my favorite toys too.

Dante’s fingertip enters my ass, already lubed up, and he lays himself over my back, an arm barred across my chest. I squirmfrom the intrusion. “That’s it, naughty girl. You flashed your ass around that plane like it was up for grabs, but I’m here to tell you, your ass is mine.”

I don’t know why that makes my brain go melty, but it does. Once his finger is out of the way, his cock replaces it, pushing deeper and deeper until I’m shaking and he’s growling in my ear, triumphant. “Where’s my cock, baby?”

“It’s…it’s in my ass.”

“No. That’s my ass. Don’t you forget again.” His motions crank up until he’s fucking my ass as hard as he ever fucks my pussy. It’s almost painful and almost enough stimulation to make me come. But then he rolls over, still buried in my ass, but now with me on top of him, my back to his chest, my legs splayed wide outside of his.

We’ve never done it this way. The balance is all off. I can’t do anything from here.

Dante proudly says, “Boys, do your worst.”

Nico is inside of my pussy in a flash, thumbing my clit, while Sal returns to my mouth. Spread out like this, I have no control. I feel weightless and so stuffed I might die.

I love it.

The first orgasm hits, but it brings friends, each one a shock wave I can’t escape. They wash blissful heat through me until I’m little more than a puddle and a few holes. I sob, scream, curse, and cry out around Sal’s cock, and he keeps at me, knowing I can take it.

And I do. Not just because I love it, but because I can tell they’re having the time of their lives.

Dante clutches my hips and warns, “Fuck, soon I’m gonna come up your ass, naughty girl. Do you want that?”

“Mm-hmm,” I purr around Sal’s cock.

“I’ll fill you up so everyone knows this ass is mine.”

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