Page 11 of Sold to the Silver Foxes (Forbidden Hearts #6)

DANTE

What, in the ever-loving fuck was that? I have never come so fast in my life. Whatever this girl has going on, I want it. I want her. Again. Right now.

Seriously, Dante, get a grip.

Only, I can’t. I’ve done my level best to be on good behavior when it comes to Tabitha, but holy hell. Tonight has been one crazy thing after another, and now, I want more.

Without a doubt, she’s the hottest girl I have ever hooked up with. But it’s not just her body—which is perfection—it’s her. How she moves, how she looks with my cock sliding in and out of her. The way she gives herself over to her pleasure.

There’s nothing more seductive in the world than a girl who wants it as bad as I want to give it to her. Fuck, I’m hard again already. I can’t even think straight. This isn’t like me.

Nights like this, I like to have a good time and enjoy myself. At Black Fox, things are different. No virgins, for one. Everyone there knows the rules, and people abide by them. It’s a level playing field there.

This? This isn’t like anything I’ve ever done before. Maybe because Tabitha is unlike anyone I’ve ever met. I knew it the night I ran into her at the bistro. There’s this…fire in her.

I want to watch it burn.

Sal’s got two fingers in her, and she’s dancing for him now, with Nico sneaking kisses here and there. I don’t recall who cleaned my mess off of her. I like to watch—not as much as Nico does—so I’m enjoying the show. Not as much as playing in it myself, but still. She gives a hell of a performance.

Except for her, it’s not a performance. The girl doesn’t have a fake bone in her lithe body.

I can hear the shift in her voice when she comes, even when Nico’s head muffles the sound. When I felt her come on my cock, it was a revelation. Adrenaline mixed with purest lust. That’s why I came. I had no choice.

Sal backs off, letting the girl breathe for a moment, and signals Nico with a tilt of his head. But it won’t happen. Not yet. Nico’s not ready.

He wants to. I know him well enough to know that. But the man likes to watch.

Sal glances back at me. An offer.

Who am I to say no to that?

I grab another condom and slap it on. But before I do, I lean over her, breathing in her heady scent. “Ready for round two, baby?”

“Yeah.”

“How about we try it a little different this time?” I unstrap her ankles and set her legs down gently. I want to see what she does with them freed. She watches me as I thrust in this time, staring down where our bodies meet. Fuck, she’s perfect. Just the right amount of tight and wet.

But I’m taking my time on round two.

Lazy strokes, languid exits. She tries to angle herself up and down to encourage me faster, but this isn’t my first time.

Well, it is my first time with a virgin.

My first woman was the vice principal of my high school during an assembly underneath the packed bleachers. That was a hell of a rush. But it has nothing on tonight.

Just as I’m pulling back again, Tabitha latches her legs around me and pulls me deeper into her. I never saw that coming. “Feisty.”

She does this gasp-laugh thing that I could listen to all night long. Her legs are stronger than I expected, but she doesn’t fight me when I prop her legs against my shoulders. I lean over her again for the angle and to watch her pretty face as she realizes just how deep I can go.

“Feel good?”

She shudders. “Oh god…”

I dig against her G-spot with my cock and relish the way her olive-green eyes flutter back.

That’s it. Right there. I stay on track this time, digging in on every stroke until her breaths go light and dark, one after the other.

And then, her lips form a perfect O just as her pussy clamps on me.

I keep at it, memorizing every squeeze as she comes.

When I’m sure she’s finished, I lean back, eventually pulling out. Her ragged gasps fill the room. “But…you didn’t?—”

“It’s not my turn.” I twirl the merry-go-bound to line her up with Nico.

He steps close to her, condomed up and ready to go, naked save for the tattoo on his shoulder.

One of those outline tats. A shark. He kisses her first, taking a moment to murmur something in her ear.

She nods, and he unstraps the last two belts over her to let her have her freedom again.

He glides in, enjoying the way she groans for him.

Hell, I’m enjoying it too. I’ve never understood jealousy when playing. Kink offers up as many sights and experiences as you can imagine. Why not enjoy the show instead of wasting time being jealous? It’s never made sense to me.

But watching Tabitha come on Nico’s cock is as close to jealous as I’ve ever been. Not because I’m mad at either of them. Just because she came, and I wasn’t there for it.

Nico kisses her while she’s coming on him, and he joins her in it, pulling out to come in his condom. He’s not as messy as I am about these things. And then, he turns the merry-go-bound for Sal.

Sal’s a little different about these things. More methodical. I don’t have the patience for all that, but he seems to enjoy it. He kisses the inside of her knee first. “You are a treasure, Tabitha.” To my surprise, he slams home.

I almost laugh. Not even Sal can resist her.

He’s more aggressive than me or Nico. In business and at playtime.

Tabitha can keep up, though, meeting him stroke for stroke.

She’s glistening with sweat that looks like glitter in the low lighting.

Her pale skin hides her muscles, but at the right angle, I see them now.

A flat stomach, slightly lined from hard work.

The way her arms curve down their bones, little muscles popping with effort. A goddess, serving herself up to us.

More than any of us mere mortals deserve.

As flexible as she is, I wonder if she was a gymnast in college. She took me folding her in half like it was nothing. What else can she do?

She rockets to another climax thanks to Sal, who pulls out but doesn’t come.

He’s oddly careful about that kind of thing.

Not that Nico and I aren’t careful, but he has it in his head that he has be extra careful, being who he is.

The corporate face of Moretti Brands. The truth is, if he gets a girl pregnant without meaning to, he’ll hate himself.

It’s not just protecting the company to avoid coming in a girl. It’s protecting himself.

For all his blustering about protecting the family and all his stoicism regarding emotions, Salvatore Moretti has a heart of putty, and he knows it. Probably why he hasn’t settled down with anyone, let alone gotten a girl pregnant.

Sal smirks my way, offering Tabitha again. I nod once, and he turns her to me. “Hey, baby.”

She’s flushed, and her lips are bruised from kissing. Utterly gorgeous. “Again?”

“Oh yeah.” But this time, I condom up and pull her to me. When I enter her tightness, I hoist her up from the platform and onto my cock.

Her strong legs and arms wrap around me instinctively. “What are you doing?”

“We’re going for a walk.” I bounce her on every step, relishing the way she moans or squeaks when I hit that spot.

Her hair cascades around us and tickles my shoulders.

I don’t stop until I reach the bed and sit on the edge of it with her still on my cock, this time leaning on her knees. “You good?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

I brush her hair back from her face. “You’ve been through a lot tonight, haven’t you?”

“It’s been good.”

I kiss the tip of her nose. It’s sweet that she’s trying to reassure me, when I should be the one reassuring her. “You’ve been such a good girl for us. I want to give you a treat.”

She smiles with mischief in her eyes, then rolls herself at me. “That kind of treat?”

Oh, fuck me, she’s perfect. But, “Not quite. Sal?”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

He nods once, grabbing another condom and some lube on his way to us.

She asks, “What’s the treat?”

“You’ll see. Nico, you in?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” he says as he plucks another condom from the bowl on his side of the room. Those condom bowls are everywhere, which makes sense.

Maybe I should keep some in my place. Certainly easier than hunting one down in the heat of the moment.

Nico climbs onto the bed next to me as I thrust into Tabitha to take her mind off of what’s to come. Her moans are addictive, and just as Nico stands on the mattress, she frowns up at him. “What’s happening?”

Then Sal closes in behind her. He leans to her ear. “Tabitha, can we fill you up?”

Her throat works as she gulps. “What…I don’t…how?”

Then her eyes go wide. Sal murmurs, “I’d go here. Nico would have your mouth, and you’d remain on Dante.”

I thrust again when he says my name to remind her how good this feels. Let her think of how good it could feel.

“I don’t know.”

“All you have to do is safeword.” He kisses her shoulder. “And we stop.”

“Or tap Dante’s shoulder, and we stop,” Nico says.

I press my forehead to hers. “Don’t you want to try everything, baby?”

“Yeah. Okay.”

With that, the three of us work like a well-oiled machine.

I stop thrusting to give Sal a chance to get seated.

Nico doesn’t jump into her mouth yet—we have to let her adjust. Feeling her pussy tighten as Sal works himself into her…

there’s nothing fucking like it. She’s shaking on me, those little whimpers coming out faster and faster as her fingernails claw into my shoulders.

Sweat trickles down her forehead, and I lick it off. “You’re taking our cocks so good.”

“It’s…a lot.”

“That’s right. We are.” I kiss her as Sal starts to thrust, and when he pulls back, I go forward. When I pull back, Nico takes her mouth. Sal and I slow down—no sense in rushing this, and she needs to learn how to breathe around a cock. But she gets the hang of it in no time, and we’re off.

There’s nothing quite like making a woman airtight.

I feel it before they can. Her little pussy twitching on me.

And then, there’s those damn sounds again.

Fuck, it’s the best music. She’s coming, squirming between us.

Her little claws dig trails in my skin as she bucks on me and Sal.

She’s practically hysterical now, tears streaming down her face as she chokes and rides us harder, until finally, I can’t hold it back anymore, and I join her.

I don’t mean to come inside of her. Condom or not, I don’t usually do that. But it feels too fucking good, and there’s nowhere else I’d rather be. Nico retreats to finish, and Sal grips her shoulders as he comes too.