Page 106 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

Her breath hitches and she bounces faster, taking my cock like a damn pro. I practically hear angels singing their praises for the Goddess in my lap.

“Do you want more, princess?” I hear Killian growl his question from somewhere in front of her.

“Y—yes, please,” she whimpers as she slows on top of me.

“Good girl,” he says to her, “lean back. Asher,” I let my eyes open and find him kneeling in front of our woman, “feel like giving me a hand?”

I snort a laugh. “I’m not touching that thing between your legs.” Chuckling, I tell our woman to stop moving and lean into my chest. It’s so sexy how responsive and docile she becomes with us. The trust it takes to be taken by any man, let alone three, is a fucking honor I’d be grateful for any day of the week if the woman is her gifting that trust.

I slide my hands under her thighs, helping her get comfortable while I scoot further down so I’ll be able to thrust from beneath her while Killian adds his contribution to this pregnancy celebration. I’ll be sure to tell our kid a different version of events when they ask how happy we were when their mom told us she was pregnant, though.

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HARPER

The air tastes like salt and heat and want. I’m braced against Asher’s chest, his heartbeat thick under my shoulder blades, his hands steady on my hips as he slides deeper into me, slow and deliberate, making me gasp around the stretch. My fingers dig into the taut planes of his abs, toes curling over the tops of his thighs, and I can’t tell if I’m holding on or pushing back, only that I need more.

Killian’s breath skims my clit. Then his mouth is on me—hot, insistent. I jerk, a whimper breaking free as he licks a slow stripe up my slit, fingers already slipping inside, two of them curling just right. My back bows. Asher tightens his grip, doesn’t let me fall.

“Easy, mon coeur,” he murmurs in my ear, voice rough like gravel wrapped in velvet. “Take it. Take us.”

I do. I’m taking everything.

Killian’s tongue works me in circles while his fingers fuck me fast, wet sounds filling the room, my breath coming in sharp little bursts. I’m already close, trembling, my ass clenching around Asher’s cock as he starts to move, just a roll of his hips, just enough to make me cry out.

“Look at her,” Killian growls, lifting his head, glistening fingers dragging from my pussy to swipe across my stomach, then higher, smearing slick over my skin, my breasts, my collarbone. “Fucking perfect when she’s this open. This full.”

Asher chuckles low, the sound vibrating against my spine. “She takes it so well. So tight. Feels like heaven’s squeezing me.”

I whimper, head falling back against Asher’s shoulder. My eyes flutter shut, but then I force them open, searching blindly⁠—

And find Maddox.

He’s on the coffee table, thick cock in his fist, stroking slow, watching us with dark, hungry eyes. His jaw is tight. His breath uneven. And when he sees me looking, he grins. Wicked. Possessive.

“Want me too, sweetheart?” he asks.

I don’t answer with words. I open my mouth. Wide. Panting. Begging without sound.

His grin widens. He stands, wipes his hand on his thigh, then moves behind the couch.

Asher and Killian shift, guiding me without speaking, turning me so my back is arched over the armrest, my head tipped back, my throat exposed. Killian’s on his knees between my legs, fingers still working me. Asher’s behind me, hands under my arms, holding me steady. And then Maddox is there—thick crown nudging my lips, my tongue pressing out to taste him before he even pushes in.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re greedy for it, aren’t you?”

I hum. Nod. Try to suck him deeper.

But he doesn’t let me. Pulls back. Only lets me have the head, teasing my tongue with slow, shallow thrusts.

“Not yet,” he says.

Asher slows his roll in my ass. Killian stills his fingers.

I whine.

That’s when I feel the rhythm start again—three points, three mouths, three bodies working me in time. Asher thrusts deep, Killian curls his fingers and licks my clit, Maddox finally slides into my throat, and I gag, tears springing to my eyes as he bottoms out. I’m stretched everywhere, filled everywhere, and it’s too much and not enough and I don’t know how to breathe but I don’t need to⁠—

Because they’re breathing for me.