Page 63 of Undone By The Mountain Daddies

Eli continues rubbing my clit.

And Knox slots a finger inside.

I let out a sound somewhere between a gasp and a moan, and arch my back to feel as much of that finger as possible.

Oh my god, this is better than I ever imagined, and they’re still fully clothed.

“You’re absolutely drenched, baby,” purrs Knox.

I catch Knox’s dangerous gaze and feel a deep twinge low in my belly.

God, they need to hurry up and fuck me.

But a competition appears to be in full swing. Eli looks at Knox and flexes his jaw. He registers the finger Knox is pumping in and out of me, and starts applying more pressure to my clit.

A whimper escapes my mouth.

I clutch the sheets as a volcano of pleasure builds between my legs. There are too many things going on, and too many areas of my body being pleasured all at the same time.

Eli and Knox compete to make me moan the loudest, and Cash is focused on my breasts. Every nipple flick has me edging closer.

And closer.

And then there’s the jangling sound of a belt buckle.

“Let’s see how well you can take me, sweetheart.”

All of the breath leaves my lungs when I look up to see Knox naked, standing over me, taking full control of my limbs. He pulls me to him, my ass hanging off the foot of the bed.

“What are you doing?” grits Eli to Knox.

“What the fuck does it look like?”

I don’t pay attention to the rest of their conversation. It fades away, replaced by my own heavy breathing as I admire Knox in all his glory. His skin shines golden in the lamplight. I could spend all day counting his muscles, each hard line and groove. It would really take that long.

I follow his abs down, and the trail leads me to…

My mouth gapes open.

“Legs up, sweetheart,” says Knox.

These men are the only ones I’d let control me. For all I care, they could fling me around the room like a ragdoll, and I’d still scream their names.

I hold on for dear life as Knox enters me one satisfying inch at a time. Two inches in, I’m already throwing my head back and moaning like a woman possessed. It’s more than I could’ve ever imagined. And he keeps pushing into me.

I silently thank myself for never missing a yoga or Pilates class. This is what I was training to be flexible for. I open my hips wider, optimizing my range of motion.

“She’s a flexible little thing, isn’t she?” I hear Cash say.

Knox leans over me, and I’m consumed by how big he is. There’s so much of him and barely anything of me.

Knox cages me between his arms, coming onto his hands to stabilize himself before he begins to thrust.

“I want you to look into my eyes while I fuck you,” he purrs. His tone is enough to undo me.

And then he starts thrusting.

I dig my fingernails into his shoulders and cry out. His length fills me fully, stretching muscles I haven’t used before. There’s pain at first, but it quickly transitions into pulsating waves of pleasure.