Page 46 of Her Silver Fox Mountain Men

Oliver smiles and gestures to me. “Come here, babe.”

“I’d rather stay here, for now,” I respond.

I have plans of my own.

Tonight, we forget about everything and everyone. Tonight, I get to play, to feel free and love every goddamn second of what they’re about to give me. But I also demand control tonight, if only for a few minutes.

“Oh, you would, huh?” Oliver asks with a playful grin.

“I’ve never had crotchless panties before,” I admit, turning around as I lift my hands. The left one goes up to cup my breast through the dainty fabric, while the right one moves downward, where I find my clit already slick and swelling. “I’d like to enjoy them before letting you fine gentlemen take over.”

A wicked smirk forms across Roman’s lips. “Go ahead. I’ll watch.”

“It sounds like a good appetizer to me,” James adds as he pulls his robe open and begins stroking himself.

Oliver does the same, his grip tightening as my fingers draw circles around my most sensitive spot, the pressure building up inside of me. With my eyes half-closed, I let the moment carry me off into a mind-bending journey as I watch them, and they watch me.

“Do you like it?” I ask.

“The babydoll? It suits you,” James replies.

“What I’m doing.”

“Don’t you dare stop,” he hisses, muscles flexing across his chiseled chest.

“Would you like me to make myself come?”

Roman steps closer. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” I offer a devilish grin.

He chuckles. “Yes, ma’am.”

“My, how the tables have turned,” I giggle, then moan softly as I bring myself closer to a most delicious climax. “Oh, yes.”

The air thickens as the candles in my room burn brightly, their amber light flickering and dancing across the walls while I listen to the sound of ragged breaths and hands stroking rock-hard cocks that ache to be inside me.

The thought of that alone is enough to send me spiraling as I lean against the window frame, my knees shaking as I let go, as I shudder and melt in my own ecstasy.

“That’s a good girl,” Roman is the first to reach me. “Now, get on your knees.”

“Excuse me?” I quip, continuing to play my part.

He grabs me by the back of the neck and savagely kisses me. I’ve never been so turned on in my life. Still reeling from my orgasm, still rippling as I feel the liquid heat trickling down the inside of my thighs, I surrender to him. His tongue slides between my lips, and I welcome him as he devours me.

Oliver and James join him, taking turns kissing me. Claiming me. Priming me for what comes next. My breasts are swollen and tender, my nipples instantly perking under their touch. Their hands roam everywhere, but Roman is the one who pullsthe fabric down until my breasts are released.

“On your knees, I said,” he growls.

Trembling with desire, I do as I’m told. The tables were swift to turn back, it seems. Not that I mind. It was nice having all that power, but with these three studs dominating me, I enjoy being theirs, through and through.

“Yes, sir,” I reply and get on my knees.

They position themselves in front of me, three massive cocks within inches of my face. I take turns sucking each of them while feverishly stroking the other two.

“That’s a good girl,” James says as he glides down my throat. “That’s a very good girl.”

“Open wide, baby,” Oliver says when it’s his turn.

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