Page 76 of Savage Daddies

My nostrils catch a whiff of musk.

If it was sexy to do so, I’d snort more of it in. They all smell so fucking good.

Felix sprays overpriced colognes that claim to be made with “one-hundred-percent essential oils,” but it’s bullshit, and it makes him smell like a science lab.

Heaven is what Wrangler, Poet, and Bullwhip smell like. It’s gasoline, musk, leather and sweat all combined into one, and I call the fragrance “Male Pheromones.”

My hands grapple with the shirt hem and start to ride the material up. Just as I remember—jacked as ever. Columns of sculpted torso shine golden in faint lamp lighting, and oh my god, nowI’mthe one salivating.

Wrangler tosses the shirt away into the room—and I make a mental note to retrieveallgarments of clothing this time.

“What are you waiting for?” I eye Poet and Bullwhip. “You too.”

They remove their shirts, screw them up into balls and throw them away.

A faint spell overcomes me. Holy fuck, what a look. Tanned, topless, and in nothing but black leather pants, they remind me of those hot male models calendar companies hire to feature in their latest collections.

I don’t expect Poet to swipe his tongue between my folds so soon.

“OH! FUCK!” My eyes snap shut, and then I see him.

It’s four years ago and he’s delivering a presentation at the front of the class, standing with his feet shoulder width apart in brown polished shoes, gray tailored pants, and a navy shirt that matches his eyes. Those eyes cut to me, and my heart flutters. My throat closes up every time I get too close to him. He makes me nervous, but it makes my day when his mature eyes land on me like that. I know it’s wrong and that he’s almost twice my age.

But he’s so fucking hot.

“OH!” I scream. His tongue presses against my clit and another wave of pleasure bolts through me like the lightening outside. “Oh god.”

“Good girl,” he says.

And this time it’s not because he liked my answer in class.

He likes what’s between my legs.

“I need you now. Please. Oh—” Another wave of pleasure cuts me off.

Then there’s the sound of unzipping.

Poet takes a step back to unbuckle his pants, and that’s when Bullwhip takes over. He holds a belt and pulls it taut in his hands to?—

“Oh, fuck?—”

Rub it against my pussy.

The cool leather doubles my pleasure even more.

Bullwhip then trails it up to my breasts, the accessory curving around them. After teasing some more, he whips it against my skin, and the warm tingle blossoms all over my body, sending evenmorepleasure south to my now throbbing clit.

Poet returns between my legs. I could pass out at his size. I forgot how big…

“What’s wrong, beautiful?”

“Nothing, it’s just…”

No dildo could replicate this size.

“Get inside of me,” I command.

I bring my legs to my chest and open them wide.

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