Page 143 of Filthy Rich Silver Foxes
Max kneels beside us, palming himself through his jeans, his mouth tight with restraint.
"You want him too, don’t you?" Sebastian says, his voice pure sin. "You want all of us."
I nod, desperate.
"Say it."
"I want you," I choke out. "I want all of you."
Max unzips, freeing his cock, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip.
Sebastian eases me down on his fingers while Silas works a second finger into my ass, the burn sharper now, stretching me wider than before.
"You’re doing so fucking well," Silas breathes against my shoulder.
Max strokes himself slowly, waiting, patient, until Sebastian pulls his fingers from between my legs and replaces them with the head of his cock.
The first push inside is brutal, the stretch so overwhelming I bite down on a moan.
"Easy," Sebastian grits out. "Take it slow."
Silas presses a kiss to my back, and when Sebastian is fully inside me, Silas moves. The head of his cock presses against my ass, until he’s pushing all the way inside, too. I sob against Sebastian’s neck, the feeling of being so full it borders on unbearable.
Max strokes his cock, his other hand fisting in my hair, holding me steady.
"Open," he says, voice rough.
I lift my head, and he pushes the head of his cock against my lips. I take him in, hollowing my cheeks, desperate to please them all.
The first thrust from Silas is shallow but devastating. Sebastian moves too, grinding deeper, the two of them setting a rhythm that has my mind splintering into pieces.
Max groans low in his throat, fucking into my mouth with slow, shallow thrusts, careful not to gag me.
They move together.
Inside me. Around me. Everywhere all at once.
The pleasure builds impossibly fast, scraping against every nerve ending. I feel it coming. The breaking point.
Sebastian’s hand curls around my throat, just enough pressure to ground me. Silas’s teeth find the curve of my shoulder. Max’s hips snap harder, his breath coming in ragged pants.
"Come for us, baby," Silas says, voice a broken rasp.
Sebastian drives into me harder, and Max groans as he spills down my throat.
The orgasm hits like a wrecking ball. I convulse around them, sobbing, the pleasure too much. I feel like it’s going to consume me.
Sebastian follows with a low, vicious growl, burying himself deep. Silas isn’t far behind, shuddering against my back as he empties into me.
When it’s over, they don’t let me go.
Sebastian cradles me against his chest. Silas rubs slow circles over my lower back. Max strokes my hair.
The fire crackles beside us. The ocean crashes beyond it.
It’s everything I never knew I needed.
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