Page 47 of Silver Fox Daddies

But complicated equals fun.

I bring my hand to her shoulder, lowering it to where her breasts sit perky in the red dress. “You surprise me,” I say, looking into her eyes.

“And I’ve surprised myself. I didn’t think it was possible for me to say these things and feel this way…” Her heavy eyes take each one of us in. “What if I told you that I wanted all three of you to take my virginity?”

My balls ache so much that it’s impossible to restrain anymore. “Then your wish is our command.”

I receive a punch in the gut from Diesel. With me knocked back, he steps in and takes my place. “Are you sure this is what you want, sweetheart? You must know that our lives are unpredictable. I want to honor your wish and treat you with respect, but there’s a possibility you might never see us again.”

His words are empty with her in this state. Melissa completely dismisses the statement, her hands too busy working up and down Diesel’s torso, tugging at the garment. She wants it off.

But I want that red dress off even more.

I step behind her and slowly, to build tension, start to unzip the gown. Bit my bit, the dress comes away, the material peeling in half to reveal more of her soft, glowing skin.

I bring my mouth to her back and start to trail kisses down her spine.

A soft moan escapes her lips and oh my god, I feel a piece of my soul leave my body.

“You sound like an angel,” I say. “I want to hear you moan again.”

“Do you?” Her voice is raspy.

“Yes,” I reply. “You know what else? I want to hear you scream my name. Beg for me.”

Another gasp exits her mouth.

“We should take her out of here,” Diesel says.

“Why?”

“We can’t take her virginity in the ammo room.”

“Yes you can,” Melissa says, leaning into Cash as he aids with her dress removal.

When the garment is pooling at her feet, we all take a step back to admire her in her underwear. She wears black lace—a strapless bra and a G-string.

“I wonder how wet you’re going to be for us,” I say.

Fuck, I don’t expect Melissa to tease a hand around her pussy and say, “Come taste.”

Diesel groans. He’s still trying to control himself, staying back from the action, but I see the restraint on his face. The locked jaw and desperate eyes.

He wants her.

He’s just refusing to surrender.

“There’s nowhere to lay you down here, darling,” Cash says. He snakes a hand around to her bra, fingers working on the clasp. “We should move?—”

“No. This is exactly what I want.”

I look around, pondering what wall is best to press her up against.

We’re gonna have to unhook some guns first.

“Talk to us,” Cash says. “Tell us what you want us to do to you.”

“First, I want you to hurry up and undress me,” she says, growing restless. “Then, I want one of you between my legs getting me even more wet.”