Page 33 of Her Silver Fox Mountain Men

Oliver is huge, stretching me beyond my limits. My pussy is already tender, but I need more. I want more. I want all of them. “Don’t stop,” I beg without a sliver of shame.

Oliver pumps into me, every thrust bringing me closer to an edge I’m more than eager to fall over.

“Just like that, yes,” I moan and reach out to James.

He takes my hand, delighted by the view of my breasts bouncing while Oliver fucks me. “That’s it, baby,” James says. “You’re fucking incredible.”

“Harder,” I beg Roman, his fingers circling my clit with greater pressure.

“My pleasure,” he says as Oliver pounds into me. Deeper. Harder. Faster. “Let go,” he beckons me. “Let go of everything, Elise.”

“Yes… YES… OH, GOD, YES!” I ignite and collapse in a third orgasm.

My pussy clenches so hard that I feel the veins on Oliver’s cock pulsating as he comes, emptying himself deep inside of me.

Oliver grunts and rides out his orgasm. The way he stretches me to the max is an incredible feeling, and I don’t want him to leave. He lays down flat on me for a few moments, catching his breath, then kisses me tenderly all over my face before pulling out and rolling away.

Roman turns my chin and kisses me ravenously. Before I know what’s happening, I’m turned over on all fours, my knees sinking into the soft bed.

“Touch yourself,” Roman says as he spears me with his full, glorious length.

“FUCK,” I hiss.

He holds me firmly, one hand on the back of my neck, the other by my hip. I look up to find Oliver and James watching, their eyes glazed over as beads of sweat trickle down their faces.

“I said touch yourself,” Roman commands. This time, he brings his hand down and slaps my ass. I yelp from the shock, but the sweet sting feels amazing. It unleashes something I didn’t even know I liked.

“Do that again,” I tell him.

“Do you like it when I spank you?” Roman asks, thrusting himself deep inside of me again. I cry out in sweet agony.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir,” I instinctively reply, melting at the sight of Oliver and James’s pleased grins. I keep my focus on them as I work on my hyper-sensitive clit, the pressure building. Roman thrusts deeply into me over and over again, bringing his hand down on my ass in stinging slaps.

It’s the ultimate pleasure.

“That’s it, Elise,” Roman growls. “I can feel you tightening. Keep going baby, give it to me.”

“Spank me again, please!” I beg.

His hand comes down and I explode with a scream, feeling Roman fill me up until it runs down my thighs. He exhales sharply and gently kisses the back of my neck as I collapse on the bed beneath him.

My heart is full.

And I am hooked.

“You’ll be the death of us,” James declares.

“Or you’ll be the death of me,” I contest, noticing his cock swelling again. “Already?”

“Your fault.”

I dare not complain.

If anything, I’m well aware that we’re just getting started. Whatever this is, it might bring me to an early doom. But for tonight, in this moment, it has cast me into the endless cradle of bliss.

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