Page 16 of Taken By the Biker Daddies

I nodded. I still couldn’t understand how I could be so attracted to three men I’d only just met, but I knew I wanted to make the most of my time with each of them.

“I’m sure.”

I pulled him closer, close enough that our lips collided. I heard the bathroom door close, then the drumming of my heart in my ears as it raced anew.

As Max’s tongue kept mine busy, I yanked his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. I started unbuttoning it, working my way up. When I was nearly done, he stepped back to get rid of it, along with his tie. I stared at his chest. It wasn’t ripped like Wade’s, but it was toned, the muscles and the ridges between them well-defined. He had clearly put some work into his body. There was a small patch of ink on the left side of his chest above his nipple—a dove. I lifted my hand and brushed my fingertips against it.

“Is this the only tattoo you have?” I asked.

“Yes. It’s in honor of my mom.”

“Oh.” I took my hand off it, feeling as if I had touched something I shouldn’t have.

He grabbed my wrist and kissed my palm, his gaze burning into mine. “It’s okay. You can touch me as much as you want. Wherever you want.”

That offer again. Anything. Everything. Wherever.

It almost sounded cocky, but it just aroused me even more. Fresh ripples of excitement coursed through my veins.

My gaze dropped to Max’s crotch. He did say wherever.

I still felt shy, though. My fingers trembled as they worked on the button and the zipper of his pants. When I brushed against the bulge in his boxers, I stopped, drawing a breath. He continued where I left off, letting his pants fall to his ankles and then stepping out of them. Then he took off his boxers. My jaw nearly dropped at the sight of his cock.

It was just like him. Long. Smooth. Confident. Now that it had been freed, it stood proudly, pointing straight at me. My mouth watered.

I swallowed as I touched it, gently running my fingers across the length toward the leaking tip. When I spread the drop of moisture around with the pad of my thumb, Max jerked. A sound rumbled in his throat.

I looked at him. Was that a crack in the armor?

The thought of having this beautiful, confident man in the palm of my hand went to my head. I wanted to break through his composure, to bring out the beast I had caught a glimpse of before.

I went down on my knees and took the tip of his cock inside my mouth. As I sucked, Max drew in a sharp breath and gripped my hair. I hollowed out my cheeks and tried to take him in as deep as I could, but my mouth was small and there was just too much of him. When the tip hit the back of my throat, I stopped, tears escaping from the corners of my eyes. I took a moment to swallow and relax, then I pulled away slightly, swirling my tongue around him. He trembled.

I started to move my head back and forth, stroking his length in tandem and caressing his engorged balls with my other hand. My mouth started to grow sore. A tear trickled down my cheek. But as I looked up, I saw the expression of pleasure on Max’s face and the haze of desire in his eyes. It made everything worth it.

I was going to continue until he came, but he suddenly pushed me off him and pulled me to my feet. He kissed me as he backed me up against the wall of the shower, then he turned me around so he could pepper my back with kisses. His hands exploredmy body, cupping my breasts and rubbing my nipples, stroking my stomach and gripping my ass. It was his turn to touch me wherever he wanted and my turn to tremble and moan.

When his fingers found my other pair of lips, I let out a whimper. His hand was better than mine, making my clit swell once more while the other traced the wet folds of my skin. As he slipped a finger inside me from behind, he sucked on my nape. I gasped.

I clawed at the tiles as he stroked me. I was already so wet that his finger could move in and out of me smoothly. When he slid in another, his fingers made a sound, blending in with my moans bouncing off the tiles and the water from the shower running.

He stroked me and stretched me, making my knees quiver. My pussy reveled in his attention, melting and tingling, but aching for more. I reached for his cock and threw a gaze at him over my shoulder.

“I want you, Max.”

He let out a low growl as he turned me around, pinning me against the cold wall. I leaned on it and held on to him as he kissed me fiercely and lifted one of my legs. When I felt the tip of his cock brush against my drenched pussy lips, I shivered.

He entered me slowly, letting me adjust to his length inch by inch. I did my best to relax, though I found myself holding my breath. When he finally stopped, I exhaled, taking the moment to rest, but it was fleeting, the calm before the storm. In the next moment, he lifted me up, clutching my ass. I wrapped my legs around him so that I wouldn’t fall, but the new position pushed him deeper inside me and I let out a cry. I had never been held like this before or filled up so much.

As Max started moving, the moans kept spilling past my lips. I was completely at his mercy, so all I could do was moan and cling to him and hope that I wouldn’t break as he pounded into me.

I was coming undone, my thoughts going blank and my vision getting hazy. My body was growing numb to everything but pleasure.

And I loved it. It was exactly what I had asked for.

When he moved faster, my moans turned into cries. I was probably louder than the shower now, but I didn’t care. The waves of ecstasy were coming to wash over me. I couldn’t wait.

As Max thrust deep inside me, I threw my head back. My toes curled. My nails dug into his skin as I felt myself tighten around him, wringing his cock of every last drop of warm cum. Inside me, his cock quivered. His ragged breaths mixed with his grunts.

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