Page 31 of Motorycle Daddies

I bend down to her dainty little ear as I loosen the grip on her hair a bit. “You do as I say and you get rewarded.”

She nods her understanding.

“Open that pretty little mouth of yours,” I tell her, and she does. I release her hair and move my fingers to trace across her soft lips. “Good girl. Now, I wonder if your other pair of lips are this soft.”

I feel her core clench, and I growl in approval at what I’m obviously doing to her. It wouldn’t be half as fun without making her react. Maybe she’ll even beg for it before I get there.

“Now, if you’re going to be mine, you’ll have my cock in this pretty little mouth at some point. I need to know you can learn what to do. So, you’re going to let me fuck that hole with my fingers, and you’re going to suck them like you’re going to pull my cum right out of me and savor it.”

“Shit,” Dart hisses from his corner, and I see her eyes move his way. At first, I’m filled with rage, wanting to pluck his eyes out or cut out his tongue for interrupting, but then she watches him pull his cock out. Her intense stare as I slide my finger inside of her mouth is going to torture him even more.

This is sick in the best of fucking ways, and she’s my little devil doll today.

It takes her a moment to adjust, her tongue fighting to push me out until she finds a good position and evens her breathing. Then, she gets some suction going. I reward her as my other hand moves under the cup of her bra to find the warm, pink flesh underneath.

I begin to massage her breast, giving her pleasure she’s likely never experienced. I don’t know if she masturbates or touches herself in any way, but virgins often get it all wrong. It’s never like it can be with the right manipulation from a man.

Suddenly, her sucking gets stronger, my fingers pulled toward the back of that gorgeous throat of hers. She tries to moan, but it comes out strange and muted because of my fingers. But it lets me know I am not the old and useless son of a bitch I thought I would be.

I press my hardness against her back so she can feel it, so she knows what’s coming for her at the end. Because make no mistake, she’s going to take all of me before I let her leave, now that I’ve seen the way she can submit to me.

I pound her mouth with my fingers, wishing the head of my cock was slamming into the back of her throat where she could swallow all my cum. I massage her breast more vigorously, and she moves her ass against me so I have to pull away in order to hold back.

I remove my fingers with a satisfying pop, her spit covering my two fingers thoroughly and making her lips shine as I let go and move around to her front.

“Now, take your clothes off for me. Do it quick.”

I block some of the view from Dart and Trap as she does it, and she’s looking at me with those intense eyes of hers the whole time. The message is clear—she’s here for me today. She’s giving her whole self over, and she wants to please me, and in turn, please Dart and Trap.

Her tits bounce as she releases her bra, letting each bit of fabric drop to a puddle on the floor at her feet. Her curves are subtle but sinful, her body looking like a real-life version of a Sports Illustrated model. How has she been hiding this from men all these years?

I am one lucky fuck.

I know what I need to do next. I have to worship her. Not just because she’s a damn goddess, but because she deserves it. She deserves to feel treasured and pampered for giving this gift to me. Especially after what she went through less than twenty-four hours ago.

I press up against her, my hands the only thing stopping every piece of us from touching as I reach for her taut nipples. I caress them before leaning down and taking each one into my mouth, giving them little nips that get harder and harder until she moans.

It’s so soft, but it’s something. She needs to learn to be in the moment and inside of her body, and if I can’t teach her, no one can.

I suck on each of her creamy tits before moving lower, kneeling before her like she’s a queen on her throne. I block out the sounds of the men behind me as they finally get her body in full view, seeing for the first time what I saw moments ago—just how perfect she is for us.

My hands and lips reach her belly button as I try to kiss every inch. I look up at her, and Meredith has closed her eyes in pleasure.

“It’s okay to make some noise for me, baby. We all want to hear it, and there’s nobody else here,” I coax.

Tiny sighs and moans escape her as I reach her thighs, tapping them to make her spread her legs so I can get a better taste. I suck at the flesh of her inner thigh, leaving little blue-black marks. I wish I could tattoo my name on her so anyone who tries to taste her here will know she’s mine.

I move deeper toward her center, and she groans loudly. “That’s my girl,” I tell her between sucks until I reach her lips. Her scent is sweet like nectar, and I want so badly to have a taste. But I have to make sure she’s comfortable. “Has anyone ever tasted you here?” I gently slide a finger across her lips from her clit to her tight, virgin entrance.

She shakes her head and opens her eyes, looking down at me. My cock is throbbing inside my pants, aching at the lust and trust I see there.

“Can I pleasure you that way? Can I taste your sweetness?”

Her muscles clench, and I worry she might say no and I’ll have to suffer the consequences of no satisfaction. Because no woman or hand would do anything for me after seeing her like this.

But she bites her lips and softly says, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

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