Page 32 of Her Silver Fox Mountain Men

“Yes, I feel it,” I whisper back as his huge, rock-hard cock slides between my buttocks again. “Oh, James…”

I’m wedged between three massive, gorgeous, naked mountain men. Every inch of skin is hot to the touch. Every breath escaping our throats is ragged and charged with wild wanting.

“That’s it, feel all of it,” he groans as he thrusts his hips, and I feel him between my legs, stiff flesh gliding between my folds.

“Roman,” I manage as his tongue wrestles mine. I cry out when Oliver playfully nibbles on my nipple. “Oh, God, this is insane.”

“Do you want us to stop?” Oliver asks, pausing for a moment.

“No, please… don’t ever stop…”

“What do you want, then?” he replies, embers blazing in his eyes.

“Make me lose all my inhibitions; make me let go completely.”

Oliver grins like the devil, eager to oblige. James holds me upright, while Roman explores the delicate skin on the side of my neck with his lips and tongue. Oliver gets on his knees infront of me, and I know what’s coming.

My core tightens and I shudder at the first lick.

I look down, locking gazes with this devious, marvelous man.

I watch him eat me, my juices glazing his lips and glistening all over his short beard. Oh, God, it’s an incredible feeling to experience while Roman suckles on my nipples as James bites into my shoulder, his fingers digging into my buttocks.

“Part your legs for me,” James says, then plants a kiss on the back of my neck.

Arching my back ever so slightly, I do as I’m told. His hand slips between my legs from behind as Oliver glances up. He intensifies licking and sucking my clit until I feel the pressure reach its peak.

Roman keeps my mouth busy while Oliver focuses on my swollen clit. James proceeds to finger-fuck me in a frenzy-like fashion, his fingers going deep and curling with every retreat. My cries are muffled by Roman’s lips as I come hard. I tremble as James holds me close, consumed in an obliterating fire as the orgasm shatters me to the core.

“Fucking hell,” I manage, suddenly weightless.

I barely register the shift when James scoops me up in his arms, my mind drunk with ardent lust, my flesh still glowing in the aftermath of a devastating climax. Oliver grins and licks his lips, still tasting me.

James lays me on my back on the California king-sized bed. “We’ll take turns tonight,” he says, stroking himself as he looks down at me. “How does that sound?”

“It sounds amazing,” I moan as I fondle my breasts under their gazes.

“You decide who goes first, Elise. You have full control.”

“I want you, James.”

He settles between my legs, pulling my knees up. I watch his gargantuan cock swell as the tip probes my throbbing entrance. Roman and Oliver stay close—Oliver to my left while Roman crawls up beside me on my right.

I’m bathed in kisses. I’m touched and teased. I’m slowly but surely disintegrating as James splits me in half. He fills me to the brim, and I tremble beneath him, lost in the forests of his eyes. My pussy stretches to accommodate more of him as he thrusts deeper.

“This feels incredible,” I gasp as Roman sucks my nipple, letting his hand travel downward. His fingers explore my skin, inch by inch, until he reaches my swollen nub in desperate need of more attention.

“I need you to come again,” he says.

“Oh, yes,” I groan, the intensity becoming too much to bear.

James’s thrusts grow deeper and faster as Roman teases my clit. I clench tightly around James’s cock while Oliver kisses me hard. I drown in the sound of their groans, falling apart at the seams as Roman flicks my clit and I come again.

“You’re perfect, Elise,” James growls as he shoots his seed deep inside of me. “You’re fucking perfect.”

“You were made for us,” Oliver adds.

James and I take a few moments, allowing ourselves to come down from our climaxes. He kisses me sweetly on the lips before pulling out, leaving me missing him instantly. Once he moves, Oliver eagerly gets in position, tenderly caressing my face, breasts and arms before placing my legs up over his shoulders.

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