Page 44 of Knocked Up By the Silver Foxes

“Oh, God!”

“It’s okay, baby,” Killian murmurs, kissing my temple. “You can take it. Just breathe.”

Maddox doesn’t rush. He pushes in slowly, an inch at a time, letting me adjust. His cock drags against Killian’s inside me, creating friction so intense I see stars. I’m so full. So stretched. So claimed.

“God—yes⁠—”

“That’s it,” Maddox groans, his hand gripping my hip. “So fucking tight. Both of us inside you. You feel incredible.”

They start to move.

Not fast. Not hard. But together. A rhythm forming between them—Maddox pushing in as Killian pulls back, then vice versa. The stretch is maddening. The pleasure builds like a storm, slow and inevitable.

I can’t speak. Can’t think. Just feel.

Their cocks glide in and out of me, filling me completely, stretching me in ways I never imagined. The friction is unbearable in the best way. My body clenches around them, my breath coming in sharp gasps.

Asher grips my hair, tilting my head back.

“Open your mouth,” he says.

I do and he pushes inside.

His cock is at my lips, then past them, filling my mouth as his brothers fill my pussy. I gag once, then relax, letting him slide deep. He doesn’t go fast. Just holds himself there, buried in my throat, his hand gentle on my head.

“You’re so beautiful, Harper,” he murmurs. “So, fucking perfect.”

Tears prick my eyes.

Not from pain. From fullness. From the overwhelming sense of belonging.

Even now, as they stretch me, claim me, fill every part of me—there’s tenderness in their touches, in their voices, in the way their eyes never leave mine.

Maddox leans down, kissing my shoulder. “You’re doing so well.”

Killian strokes my hair. “You’re making me so fucking proud, princess.”

Asher pulls back from my mouth just enough to whisper, “You’re ours. All of ours.”

And then they pick up the pace.

Harder. Deeper. A relentless rhythm that has me shaking, sobbing, clawing at the sheets. The double stretch threatens to break me, but I don’t want it to stop. I want more. More of them. More of this.

I come.

It hits me like a wave—crashing over me, pulling me under. My body convulses around their cocks, my scream muffled by Asher’s cock as he pushes back into my mouth.

They don’t stop.

Keep fucking me through it, their thrusts growing rougher, more desperate.

And then⁠—

Maddox groans, his hips stuttering as he buries himself deep. I feel him pulse inside me, hot and thick, filling me even more. Killian follows a second later, his cock twitching, then spilling into me, his hand gripping my hip hard enough to bruise.

They pull out.

But Asher doesn’t.