Page 44 of Single Mom for the Bikers

With his firm grip on my hair, Phoenix guides me up and down his length, fucking my mouth at whatever pace he wants. Just as his thick head presses against the roof of my mouth, he reverses, before repeating it all over again. His pulse is hot against my lips and his precum is slick and salty on my tongue.

“Fuck this is good. So goddamn nice,” he groans.

I very much agree, and so does Sledge. He hums his agreement right up against my clit and the vibrations make me shiver. I relax, letting Phoenix deeper in my mouth as Sledge licks, nibbles and slides a thick finger into my very eager body. I suck in air around Phoenix’s shaft, my breathing and heart rate uneven as they play me between them.

If I ever had any doubts that two guys at once would be amazing, they're gone now. I've never felt anything like it, and I could easily get addicted.

“Fuck,” Sledge growls, and suddenly his tongue is gone. I moan plaintively around Phoenix, which has him moaning in turn. We're all connected on this really dirty, primal level. “I can't fucking wait any longer.”

There's the short sound of plastic tearing, and then a moment later, there's something much thicker than his finger or tongue nudging against me. I arch my back, welcoming the stretch, but with Phoenix's firm grip on my hair I can't move much.

“Been wanting this since the fucking moment I saw you,” Sledge hisses as he starts to open me with this cock. Inch after inch, it slides deeper and deeper into me, filling me up completely. I'm soaking wet and so ready for him, but even still, it's a lot.

“Good girl,” Phoenix whispers in a velvety soft croon. I don't know if he's talking about me sucking him or watching me take his friend. I don't care right now, not with every nerve ending firing as Sledge shows me he is definitely a man of multiple talents.

“Fuck yeah,” Sledge breathes as he grips my waist, so tightly that his fingers dig into me.

I rock between them. Filled first one way and then the other. I feel completely owned, but somehow that just drives me wilder. Like we're animals ruled by our instincts, taking what we want, how we want it.

Every inch of ache comes with a mile of pleasure.

We fall into a rhythm. One moment I'm fully impaled on Sledge and able to draw a breath, then Phoenix is nudging at my throat while Sledge prepares to fill me up again. The sensations are overwhelming, intoxicating. And every time I'm rocked one way or another, the molten heat between my legs ratchets up another level. My moans fill the room, mixing with their masculine sounds of pleasure, and the raw, wet sounds of lust.

“Fuck,” growls Phoenix. “I wanna watch you come.” He pulls free of my mouth and he and Sledge flip me over onto the bed. Phoenix grabs my wrists, pinning them to the mattress over my head.

Sledge puts a pillow under my hips and grabs me by the thighs, lifting me to him. I get an amazing view of his hard body and even harder cock before he spreads my legs and fills me with one long stroke.

“Oh! Oh shit,” I gasp.

Sledge reaches out and captures my breasts in his big hands, playing with my nipples, running his fingertips around them, tugging them, squeezing them. He watches with lidded eyes as I writhe underneath him, as the sensations zing straight to my clit. I'm about to have a nuclear meltdown and I don’t know how much longer I can last.

“Let go, baby,” Phoenix growls. He leans down and kisses me. “I love watching you take his cock. Are you gonna come for us like a good girl?”

I am… I can’t… Oh God. I'm trying to concentrate, I really am, but as I feel my orgasm building and building and spreading and spreading until I swear I can feel it in the tips of my hair, I can barely hold on. My arms tug against Phoenix’s grip but his hands might as well be manacles. Each thrust from Sledge drives me deep into the pillow and it feels soooo good.

I tip over the edge as the bubble building inside bursts. “Oh, fuck!” I scream, seizing around Sledge’s cock as the meltdown finally happens. If I was radioactive, I’d take out the whole city as I go. My eyes are open but I’m not really seeing anything as Sledge drives home one last time. He grips my hips like he might lose me and pulses deep inside.

Phoenix releases my hands, and straddles my head quickly. He guides his cock into my gasping mouth and between his hand and my tongue, he explodes with a deep, cavernous groan. I swallow over and over on instinct, tasting his very essence and staring up in amazement at the moment of blissful vulnerability we’re sharing.

We collapse on the bed in a pile of arms and legs, sweat and heavy breathing.

“I think I might be broken,” I whisper with a soft laugh. “That was too good.”

“Gentle enough?” teases Sledge, his broad chest rising and falling rapidly.

I give him a thumbs up. Talking seems like a lot of work.

“Thank you, beautiful,” whispers Phoenix into my hair, stretching out alongside me.

I snuggle between them after cleaning up, warmed by two massive, tattooed bodies, wondering how a third would even fit but definitely willing to give it a chance. The only thing missing in this bed tonight was Havoc.

I glance over at the baby monitor I brought with me. I feel the usual tug of mom guilt, but I tucked my baby girl in before I left her tonight and I know she’s safe. Am I being selfish for even thinking about what it would be like to be with these men long term? It’s been so long since someone has taken care of me and I believe in my soul that they would love her like their own.

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HAVOC

“Go home.We’re all set here,” Quickshot says, dealing with the register for closing.

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