Page 113 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes
I arch into them, needing more, needing all of it, but they don’t rush. They explore me with a deliberate thoroughness, touching and kissing and murmuring quiet reassurances against my skin until I’m trembling with it, my body aching for release.
Silas shifts lower, pressing a kiss to the curve of my belly. Max's hand finds my breast, his thumb brushing over my nipple in teasing circles that make me whimper against Silas’s mouth.
Silas kisses up the inside of my thigh, his mouth sealing over my clit, sucking hard enough to make my hips jerk. He slides two fingers into me without hesitation, fucking me slow and deep while his tongue drives me higher.
Max moves one hand up to palm my breast, his thumb plucking at my nipple until it’s tight and aching.
They work me together until I’m panting, my fingers fisting the sheets. I can’t think. Every coherent thought slips away, replaced by the raw, aching need they stoke with every slow touch.
The pleasure builds fast. I try to hold on, to stay in control, but Silas doesn’t give me room to breathe. His fingers curl just right, hitting that spot inside me that shatters any chance I had of staying quiet. I cry out, grinding down against his mouth, chasing the release he’s ripping out of me.
I come hard, my entire body clenching around his fingers.
Silas groans against my pussy, drawing it out, fucking me through it with slow, filthy thrusts of his fingers until I’m trembling.
He pulls away only when I’m whimpering from the overstimulation, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, looking so fucking hot it makes me ache all over.
Max doesn't waste a second. He nudges Silas aside and crawls over me, kissing me hard. He presses his thick cock against my thigh, not even pretending to hide how hard he is for me.
"You want this?" he murmurs against my mouth, his voice rough.
"Yes," I breathe. "Please."
That’s all he needs. He fists his cock, lining it up with my entrance. He pushes in slowly, grinding his hips forward until he’s buried deep inside me. The stretch burns and I want more.
I tell him so.
I wrap my legs around his waist, gasping as he starts to move in long, deliberate strokes, every inch of him dragging against my sensitive walls. Silas kisses the side of my neck, whispering filth against my ear.
“You’re fucking ours forever. We’re never giving you up.”
“You take our cocks so well, baby.”
“You’re so fucking wet for both of us.”
Max leans down, capturing my mouth in another bruising kiss, fucking me slow, driving me insane with how deep he gets. Every thrust causes me to gasp.
When I start to tighten around him, desperate for more, Silas moves lower, his mouth latching onto my nipple, sucking hard enough to make me cry out again. The dual sensation—the heavy drag of Max inside me and the sharp pull of Silas’s mouth—sends me spiraling fast.
I come again, harder this time, my nails raking down Max’s back. He groans into my mouth as he loses control and follows me over, thrusting deep one final time before spilling inside me.
Max collapses over me for a second, his forehead pressed to mine, his breath ragged. Silas strokes my hair, kissing my shoulder, steadying me in the aftershocks of it all.
They don’t move away.
They stay.
Chapter33
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Sebastian shows up the next morning with coffee.
He doesn’t say anything. He just hands me the cup—a decaf latte, the exact way I take it, right down to the extra shot of hazelnut—and leaves without expecting anything in return. No conversation. No invitation inside. Just a small offering, left in my hands before he disappears down the hall.
It keeps happening.
A text here. A voicemail there.
