Page 117 of Silver Fox Daddies

I gasp, the air around me thinning as I prepare for an orgasm. I clutch the hand closest to me—I think it’s Bishop’s—and allow myself to fall, climax rippling through my body.

Cash comes right as I’m riding the waves, injecting his hot seed into me.

I heave, out of breath. But this is far from over.

“How do you feel, baby?” Bishop asks.

I don’t answer the question. Instead, I scoot my ass away from the edge of the bed and face the right way again, then roll onto my stomach, sticking out my ass.

That grabs their attention.

“Oh, Melissa,” Diesel groans.

I receive another spank.

This is the thing with them—before meeting Cash, Diesel, and Bishop, my body would havenevermoved like this. I went to the doctor’s once for a breast exam and hesitated taking off my bra. I’ve always been prudish, always unconfident at the thought of showing more skin than was necessary.

But with them, I feel like an animal.

I feel confident in my own skin.

A hand reaches out to caress my ass, stroking the area—the cheek that has the tattoo. Another spank is given before I feel another dick enter me.

And I know it’s Bishop from the diagonal way he thrusts into me.

He chokes out a groan, my ass crashing against his stomach. “Holy fuck, Melissa.” His balls crash into me, causing me to arch my back even more. “That’s it, nice and deep. Your pretty little pussy belongs to us now. Forever.”

I moan, his words going straight to my clit. I reach a hand under me and rub.

“Ah, no.” Diesel swats away my hand, taking over. “Relax. Let us take care of you.”

I allow my body to part around him, preparing for my second orgasm of the night. I can’t believe I feel ready to experience another one, but that’s the thing about motorcyclists—they unearth the wild side of you, making the impossible, possible.

My knees starting to hurt, I flip our positions, withdrawing from him momentarily.

“I want to ride you,” I say.

Bishop’s face goes dark as he changes position, lying down on his back. Immediately, his hands go to my hips, welcoming me on top of him.

“Sit on my dick, princess. Use me however you like.”

The thought of riding has always been strange to me—how do you know what to do? This is only my third time having sex and already I’m taking control.

My body moves for me. I sit straight, hips grinding down into Bishop’s lap as I take his dick long and deep, feeling it reach even further inside. I moan, deciding to lean back slightly to flaunt my naked body, hands coming up from their position by the bed to squeeze my breasts, teasing them for Bishop and the others.

“You take our dicks so well,” says Cash, already working up a second erection.

“It’s because I can’t get enough of you. I don’t think I’lleverbe able to get enough.”

Bishop thrusts his hips into mine, urging me to go faster. His dick twitches inside of me, indicating that he’s close. His facesays it all, his set of white teeth on show as he tries to hold off for as long as possible.

Tired from riding him vertically, I lower my body onto his so our bare chests are pressed together. Burying my head in his neck, I arch my back and shake my ass, still taking his length. Our closeness feels so intimate, our bodies molding into one. It stirs something deep within my stomach, our closeness making me feel that, emotionally, we’re on the same page.

Bishop has always had this distance to him, but I feel him now. I feel his soul entwine with mine as we become one. He risked his life for us back in the basement. Burned his foot—he might not be able to walk again—to save Cash’s life when he was trapped under the staircase.

Another orgasm pending, I slip my hands under Bishop to dig my nails into his back, clawing the skin as my pleasure washes over me unexpectedly.

“Good girl. Come for me,” he mumbles, breathless in my ear.