Page 77 of Silver Fox Daddies

And that’s it.

“Fuck!” she yells, her body spasming the second Diesel enters her.

Diesel moans, fitting more of himself in. He reaches between them both to caress her clit.

That’s when she screams.

“Shush, baby,” says Cash. “We don’t want to get caught.”

“I don’t care about getting caught, I just want to—” She cuts herself off, too overwhelmed by her own pleasure as Diesel changes position. She’s on all fours now being penetrated from behind. A moan escapes her lips. “Wow. That feels amazing.”

Diesel spanks her, and I’m hard again just from looking at her bare ass cheeks.

“That’s a good girl.” Diesel spanks the other cheek, and then reaches under her to fondle her breasts, squeezing them under his palms. “I don’t know what my favorite part of you is,” he says. “Your gorgeous breasts or your tight”—he drives into her—“wet, pussy. Cash was right. You are dripping.”

I admire her behind as he scoops up some of her wetness. “That’s a good girl.”

“She’s our beautiful good girl,” says Cash, already working on his second orgasm.

We both watch her, stroking our dicks.

“What do you want, darling?” I hear Diesel whisper in her ear. “Tell me.”

“I want you,” she says, breathless, sweat running down her face.

“Beg for me.”

“I want you. Please!” Her voice echoes around the lecture hall. “Fuck me. I want your cum inside of me.”

“It’s going to be a lot of cum, darling,” Diesel huffs in her ear. “I hope that’s okay.”

He gives one final thrust and spills inside of her, stimulating her own orgasm. I look under her skirt and watch another round of cream spill out of her. I press my thumb to her clit and she cries even louder.

“Fucking hell.” Cash shoots me a look. “You want security marching over here?”

“I want to hear her scream for us.”

Forget the Harley engines. Melissa orgasming is the one sound on this earth I take pleasure in hearing.

She crashes down, breathing returning to normal. We redress her, pull down her skirt, and take a moment to catch our breath before exiting the lecture theater.

“I saw Gigi outside of my apartment block on the way out,” she says, keeping her face forward as we exit.

“Oh?” I’m surprised.

“Yeah. I don’t know what her deal is, but it’s no coincidence. I don’t care how good she is at excusing it.”

I turn to Diesel and Cash, frowning. “She’s up to something.”

“Yeah,” Melissa says, spinning back around to us. “Do you have any idea what?”

I don’t know much about the girl other than that she has attachment issues and can’t handle seeing a one-night stand move on, but Idoknow one thing—she pokes her nose into other people’s business.

This could be dangerous. I walk on, composing myself so I don’t give it away, but on the inside, I feel a wave of nausea pass. If Gigi sticks her nose in where it’s not supposed to go and learns of what I did ten years ago to the Reaper Sons, she’ll use it as a device to scare Melissa away.

Sure, Melissa has seen death—watched Diesel murder two degenerates right in front of her eyes, but that’s different. If she finds out that I poisoned over a hundred men at once, it wouldn’t surprise me if she moved states to get away from me.

Not only that, I’d be banished from the club for breaking rules—taking lives when I wasn’t ordered to.