Page 119 of Silver Fox Daddies

“Right there!”

“She’s close,” he tells them. “Her walls are starting to squeeze.”

“Oh, I love it when they start to do that,” says Cash, watching.

“Let go.” Diesel tightens his hold on me, fingers clutching my hip.

Everything rests on my pussy, the area throbbing a faster rhythm than my heart. To aid my orgasm, Cash and Bishop grab hold of my ankles again, keeping my legs back. I can only imagine what I look like right now—legs wide, feet at my head. It’s probably the most vulnerable position I’ve ever been in.

But it feels so fucking good.

And I’m seeing stars.

“Alright,” Diesel says, re-lining himself up with my slit so he can pound into me. “Keep her like this.” He pushes himself back inside.

This time even harder.

I cry out, probably waking the entire club, but I couldn’t care less. His dick hits gold, going straight for my G-spot again and again until my soul leaves my body.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

“We have a hold of you, baby. Let yourself go.”

My vision edges away. The stars shine brighter than before, twinkling. A storm feels like it’s gathering inside of my body, the epicenter resting at my pussy.

I feel liquid spill out of me as I come, fire releasing into my veins.

“There’s a good girl.”

Diesel doesn’t come inside, but over my body, his seed spilling all over my torso and breasts. In the heat of the moment, I even stick out my tongue, a few droplets landing there. I revel in the taste of him, moaning.

As my breathing starts to return to normal, reality un-pauses. The sound of the chirping crickets returns, along with the distant laughter coming from the main room. There’s less of it now, only a handful of people out there.

I think of my father, but this is the first time I don’t have a physical reaction to the thought.

“Are you okay?” Diesel asks, joining me on the bed.

Cash returns from the ensuite with a cloth, making a start on cleaning me up. “Yeah,” I say, letting the pillow take the weight from my head. “I’m better than okay.”

I exhale deeply, feeling revived the same way I did when they took my virginity. I feel a smile toy on my lips, so I allow it to grow. It’s the first time I’ve felt at ease since the fire.

Since I killed my father.

The smile grows when I think about it more. He wasn’t expecting to be killed by his daughter. As president of a motorcycle club, he would have been prepared for all kinds of chaos, running through all the potential ways he could have been killed.

I guarantee he never thought his life would endthisway.

I let that thought sink in, the smile on my face turning smug. He always thought he would own me. Even when I discoveredthe truth, he was self-assured. It never crossed his mind that I’d cause his downfall. Why? Because to him, I was a pathetic girl, oblivious to the world.

But he couldn’t have been more wrong.

I relax into the mattress, the sweat on my forehead starting to dry. This is the first time I feel okay about what happened. The contractions in my chest have stopped. For now, I don’t feel shaken up when I recount the memory. All I feel is victorious.

Daddy thought he was invincible.

And now his entire club has been shut down.

The desert belongs to the Venom Vultures, and the Venom Vultures alone.

The End