Page 48 of Savage Daddies

“I need to take off my dress.”

The all-too-familiar scent of tuberose washes up my nose from the wind that her skirts create as she lifts them up.

“No.” Bullwhip takes over her hands. “That’s our job. You just sit there and relax.”

“You bikers are awfully attentive.”

“Not all of us,” I can’t help but say. “We just really like you.”

Zoe lifts her ass as we pull the material away from her. Wrangler slips down the straps, and I get the honor of unzipping.Christian Diorreads the lapel at the back of the dress as I peel it away from her bronzed skin. That must’ve cost Felix a fortune.

Removing the garment brings a smug smile to my face that Wrangler mirrors right back at me. Former me would never undress another man’s wife.

Hence the wordformer.

With risk comes incredible thrill-seeking that makes my heart race. Boring Mr. Reeves could never understand.

The dress lowers and Zoe’s soft, round breasts bless my eyes.

No bra? I thought there’d be at least one more layer.

They’re even better than I remember. Seeing them hardens my dick even more than before, now that I see the face they belong with. We didn’t get that before.

Ass hoisted back onto the counter, Zoe watches all three of us admire her chest. My cock urges to be released, but one stroke will bring me to orgasm.

They’re so perfect. So round.

Her nipples harden, the color the same soft hue as a pink rose.

Wrangler palms them first.

Bullwhip second.

For a moment, I admire the view. Until it becomes too challenging.

My fingers brush delicately over one of her nipples, and it makes her entire body twitch.

She crumples up her face, and sings out a moan.

“That’s it,” says Bullwhip. “Relax and let us take care of you.”

She opens her eyes, then. Switches her gaze between all three of us.

“How wet are you?” continues Bullwhip. The skirts wrap around her hips, covering her modesty. “Should we take a look at your pussy and find out?”

She hitches her breath. Nods. “Yeah. Fuck.” She squirms to widen her legs more for us. “Please.” Sweat runs down her parted brows. “I need all three of you to fuck me.”

“We won’t be doing that, sweetheart.” Bullwhip removes the dress from her waist. “This is about you.Yourpleasure. Not ours. Understand?”

She gives a rigid nod.

It’s for the best, to be honest.

Wrangler will never forgive himself for fucking another woman. Even though he should—it’s about time he puts the dead girl to bed. I’ll spiral into a pit of depression and lament Zoe for the rest of my life, and resort to fucking sonnets to express my grief because I’m an emotionally attached freak who can’t sleep with a pretty girl no strings attached.

Bullwhip settling between Zoe’s thighs, Wrangler and I lower ourselves and each take one of her legs to fling them over our shoulders.

This grabs her attention, and something washes over her face, widening her eyes and dropping her jaw. “Oh my god.”

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