Page 29 of Biker B!tch

I bit my lip, trying to stifle a moan as he slid a finger inside me, then another, stretching me, teasing me. My hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. “Stop teasing,” I begged, my voice hoarse with need. “Just fuck me already.”

But Boiler had other ideas. His finger slipped into a different hole. Then it all happened so quick. The biker was behind me, and I was on my hands and knees with my pants down to my knees in the fresh cut grass. He chuckled darkly, positioning his big cock at my asshole.

“You can’t,” I said instantly. “No lube.”

“I came prepared,” Boiler crooned. I felt the lube, warm and tingly on my backside. “Take a deep breath, Tank. I promise you’ll fucking love this.”

Sucking in my breath, I steeled myself and looked out at the lake. It was beautiful and I was too far gone, willing to let this biker do anything to me, anywhere. With one powerful thrust, he buried his dick inside me, filling my ass completely.

"Fuck, Tank, you're so tight," he groaned. "Feels so fucking good."

His movements were raw and unrestrained, setting a vicious pace. It felt amazing with every thrust.

"You're mine, Tank," he growled, his breath burning against my ear. “Say it.”

I could barely form words, lost in the overwhelming sensation. “Yes,” I gasped. “Yours.”

He groaned, the sound vibrating through me, compelling me to the verge. His hand slipped around me, finding my clit, matching the rhythm of his thrusts with his touch. The sensation was too much, too intense, and I shattered around him, my orgasm tearing through me like a hurricane.

Boiler tensed up and came inside me. He just dropped on me, and we were both panting, all sweaty.

We lay there for a moment, my face in the cool grass beneath us. It was a nice relief from the heat still radiating between us.

As our breathing slowed, he rolled off me, pulling me into his big arms. “You’re fucking incredible, Tank,” he purred, pressing a kiss to my temple.

I smiled, snuggling closer to him. “You’re not so bad yourself, Boiler.”

We lay there, tangled together under the blinding sun, the world around us forgotten. It was wild, reckless, and absolutely perfect.

The thrill of almost getting caught added fuel to our fire. The Roost was filled with pounding music and thick smoke. It was the perfect setting for something dirty and dangerous. I caught Boiler's eye across the room, and just one look was enough. I knew what was coming.

We snuck away to a dark corner of the club, a place where shadows and bodies mingled, where secrets were kept. With a forceful shove, he backed me against the wall, his body flush against mine, and we exchanged a searing, electrifying kiss. There was no finesse, no gentle buildup—just raw, urgent need.

"Someone might see," I murmured, even as I yanked him closer, my fingers digging into his back.

"Let them," he growled. "I don't give a fuck who knows. I want you, Tank. Now."

Every part of my body was being touched by him, his hands exploring with a possessiveness that made my blood run hot. He cupped my ass, lifting me slightly as he ground his hips against mine, his hard dick pressing into my core. I could feel the heat radiating off him, mingling with my own.

"Goddamn, Boiler," I hissed, biting his lower lip. "You're gonna get us caught."

"Good," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. "Let 'em watch."

His words gave me chills. The idea of someone seeing us, knowing we couldn't keep our hands off each other, was thrilling. His hands slid under my shirt, rough fingers brushing against my skin, making me gasp. He found the clasp of my bra and snapped it open with ease, his hands immediately moving to cup my breasts, thumbs flicking over my nipples.

"Fuck," I moaned, arching into his touch.

He grinned against my neck, his mouth leaving a trail of hot, wet kisses down to my collarbone. "You like that, huh? You like knowing they could see us?"

"Shut up and fuck me," I shot back, tugging at his belt.

He chuckled darkly, one hand moving to tug my panties over while the other stayed on my breast, kneading it roughly. "Impatient little bitch, aren't you?"

"Damn right," I panted. "I need you now, Boiler. Fuck me right here."

His eyes darkened with lust, and he wasted no time. The feel of his jeans against my bare pussy was a delicious contrast, the roughness making me crave more.

He freed himself from his jeans, and I felt the hot, hard length of him pressing against my clit. I was already wet, my body aching for him. He didn't bother with any more foreplay—he knew I was ready. He inched himself inside me, taking his sweet time.

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