Page 71 of Single Mom for the Bikers

He chuckles. “That's good, but you gotta tell me what you want Daddy to do to you. Otherwise, how the fuck will I know?” I'm going to kill him afterwards, because he knows exactly what I want.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy.”

“Fuck,” he hisses, like he knew it was coming and it still got to him. “You fucking asked for it.”

His thickness slides into me easily, smoothly. He's got me so ridiculously wet that there's hardly any resistance. Doesn't mean it's not a stretch, just that I'm really, really slick for him. Oh, but I'm not… “Phoenix, I'm not?—”

“I'm looking out for you, babe. You're safe. Promise.”

It must be the thinnest of thin, because I could swear that he's in me bare, but I trust him. I've chosen to trust him, and it has to be all or nothing, otherwise it's not real.

He runs his fingers down my side, raising a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “Promise.”

I relax into him, and he presses himself deeper into me. And once he's all inside, he takes both my wrists and pins them to the bed as he hovers over me. My heart's thundering and I let out a heavy breath. “Do it.”

“Do it… what?” His voice is right in front of me.

“Do it, Daddy,” I breathe.

His full lips press into mine as he starts to move, kissing me senseless while he fills me with so much cock. We moan into each other as he fucks me, faster and faster. All the little things he's done, the teasing, the touching, the tugging on my nipplefrom the clamp as he rocks me back and forth, the last cool drops of water sliding from my belly, combined with his huge length sliding in and out of me, have me arching my pack and pressing against him as my breathing comes faster and faster.

I want to dig my fingers into his hair, but he's got me pinned, fucking me just the way he wants to. Doesn't mean he isn't bringing me right up to the edge, though. And from his deep, throaty moans, he's not far off either. I squeeze around him with all my strength, because it's the only thing I'm free to do, and I'm rewarded with a hissed “Fuck!”

We moan together as we reach our peaks almost identically. I explode around him, my whole body squeezing him like a vise, just as he pushes deep and groans. We quiver and moan against each other, rocking our hips back and forth, working our orgasms so that we can make them last for as long as possible. Until my gut aches like I've done a hundred sit-ups.

And then I collapse, still drowning in sensations. Without my sight, I'm acutely aware of his thickness holding me open. Of his sweat dripping onto my chest. Of the pulsing ache in my clamped nipple. His hot breaths into the crook of my neck. The weight of him on my wrists.

I hate it when he pulls out, even if I know that he has to at some point. I just don't want the moment to end. “I'm gonna take this off now, okay. Ready?”

I almost wish he hadn't warned me, but I nod. The moment the nipple clamp releases, blood rushes in with a painful tingle that makes me hiss, but it goes away pretty fast, and he's quick to kiss it better. Worth it. Everything's worth it, the way he makes me feel. The way all three of them make me feel.

I pull off the blindfold in time to see him toss something into the trash, and then he drops down next to me and pulls me into an embrace. I press my face against his chest, not caring that he's sweaty. We're both sweaty and gross, and that's part of it. He's got a shower, but for now I just want to listen to his heart beating and feel his arms around me.

“You alright? We good still?”

I chuckle. “If we weren't good, I would've told you to stop. I wouldn't even let you get started. Promise. Daddy.”

He laughs, and his big dick twitches against my thigh.

“Nuh uh. I need to rest.”

He settles for running his fingers through my hair, at least for now.

Maybe there's going to be a slot for me in the Harem Brunch Club after all.

40

SHELBY

If you'd askedme even a few months ago if I'd ever be standing here, ready to tie my life to the MC world again, I'd have told you that you were crazy. But, here I am, about to let someone call me their old lady, for real.

Three someones.

Yeah, I wouldn't have believed that either.

These are bikers, so there will be no day in Church, or even the city hall, but they take their vows more seriously than any piece of paper could enforce. I'm wearing a beautiful dress, long and white, that flows over my legs and shows off my arms and cleavage. Mia helped me pick how to style my hair, which is how Kaylee ended up bleaching the tips and coloring them like a rainbow. She did the same for Mia, whose lighter hair only needed temporary coloring to match. She loves it, of course, so I think Kaylee might have new customers.

But in spite of how non-traditional everything is, I couldn’t ask for more.

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