Page 107 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

Asher’s hands on my waist, guiding me up and down on his cock. Killian’s face buried between my legs again, sucking my clit into his mouth as he fucks me with three fingers now. Maddox’s hands in my hair, setting the pace for my throat, letting me breathe in shallow gasps between deep, soul-deep presses.

I come first on Killian’s fingers—shaking, screaming, the sound muffled around Maddox’s cock as I convulse. I taste myself on his tongue when he lifts his head, kisses me deep, tongue thrusting like he’s fucking my mouth too.

“Again,” Asher growls. “Come on my cock, mon coeur. Squeeze me.”

Then he’s slamming into me, no more tease, no more patience, and I do—I come again, harder, my body bowing, my nails raking down his abs as I spill over his cock, over Killian’s fingers, over Maddox’s length still pumping between my lips.

He roars behind me—Asher—his body seizing as he comes inside me, hot and pulsing, and I feel it everywhere, in my bones, in my blood, like I’ve been marked.

They ease out, one by one, letting me collapse—but not for long.

I’m turned, guided to my knees on the couch, my face level with Killian’s lap. He’s watching me, chest heaving, cock hard and leaking in his fist. His hand comes up, gentle for once, and strokes my hair from my face.

I lean forward, desperate, wanting to taste him, to take him in, to make it up to him for every second of silence, every unanswered call, every time I turned away.

But he catches me by the back of the neck. Holds me still.

“Not yet,” he says. “You don’t get to suck me.”

My eyes widen. What? That’s not a punishment. That’s torture.

Maddox steps up behind me, grabs both my wrists in one big hand, yanks them behind my back. The other smacks my ass—sharp, stinging—making me yelp, bite my lip, arch into it.

“Be a good girl, sweetheart,” he says. “Or we’ll stop.”

I make a noise—frustrated, helpless, needful. How the hell am I supposed to not suck if his cock is in my mouth?

Killian strokes my hair again. “It’s just as much punishment for me as it is for you, princess.” His voice is soft, raw. “I love how well you take my cock. Fuck, I’ve missed your mouth. But after what I put you through during your debut event—ignoring you, letting you think you weren’t wanted—I don’t deserve to feel how good you feel. And you could’ve reached out too. You didn’t have to carry it alone.”

My chest tightens.

“Asher?” I gasp.

“Mhmm,” he hums, gaze flicking somewhere behind me. “He’s the only one of us in this that hasn’t fucked up.”

Maddox snorts. “Yet.”

Killian glares.

The air hums with history. With tension. With love tangled in regret.

Killian cups my face. “Rules are simple. You keep your lips open. You don’t close them around me. You don’t suck. You don’t move. Not until Asher says you can. Understood?”

I blink up at him. Nod.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper. “I’ll follow the rules.”

He smiles—soft, sad, proud. “Good girl.”

They shift. Killian guides the head of his cock to my lips. I part them. Let him in. Just the tip. Just the heat.

Maddox runs the length of his cock against my pussy—slow, slick, maddening—before driving into me balls deep, making me gasp, my lips threatening to close, my body trying to rise to meet him.

I force them open. Wide. Eyes locked on Killian’s face.

He watches me like he’s memorizing me. His jaw clenches. His breath comes harder. He fists his cock the rest of the way in, then stills, only letting me feel him pulse against my tongue.

Maddox doesn’t slow. Doesn’t stop. He fucks me hard, deep, one hand on my hip, the other in my hair, pulling just enough to make my back arch, my tears spill, my throat work around the unmet need.