Page 56 of Nanny for the Bikers

“Oh, fuck, Clay,” I pant, my nails digging into the sofa cushions. “That feels... so good...”

Clay picks up his pace, his fingers moving in and out of me with practiced ease. “Oh, God,” I cry out, my toes curling. “I can’t... I’m... I’m...!”

The world explodes around me as I come apart in their arms, my climax more intense than anything I’ve ever experiencedbefore. I’m vaguely aware of them each groaning in pleasure, but my entire world narrows down to the three of them and the indescribable bliss they’ve brought me to.

As my orgasm subsides, I collapse against the couch, panting for air. Teller, Clay, and Kip exchange satisfied smirks and kiss my neck, fingers, and lips, respectively.

My skin is on fire, my body still humming with pleasure, and I know that I’ve just made the most deliciously sinful decision of my life.

Teller’s strong hands grip my hips, pulling me onto his lap as he grinds his hard length against my aching core. A gasp escapes my lips at the delicious friction, he undoes his pants until the thin fabric of his boxer briefs is the only barrier between us. I arch my back, pressing myself more firmly against him, craving more.

“That’s it, baby. I can feel how much you want this,” Teller growls, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. His fingers dig into my flesh as he rocks against me rhythmically, stoking the fire building inside me.

My head lolls back, eyes fluttering closed as I lose myself in the sensations Teller is evoking. When I manage to open them again, I’m greeted by the sight of Kip rising from the couch, his blue eyes darkened with lust. He holds my gaze as he slowly peels off his shirt, revealing the lean muscles of his torso.

My pulse quickens watching Kip hook his thumbs into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down in one smooth motion, freeing his impressive erection. He steps out of the pooled fabric and moves to stands on the side of me, his swollen tip mere inches from me.

“Give me your hand gorgeous.,” Kip murmurs, threading his fingers through my hair.

I glance up at him from beneath my lashes, desire coursing through my veins. The scent of his arousal fills my nostrils, making my head spin.

I wrap my fingers around Kip’s thick shaft, marveling at the velvety soft skin stretched taut over rigid steel. He groans approvingly as I start to stroke him with languid pumps of my fist, twisting my wrist on the upstroke just the way he likes.

“Fuck, baby, just like that,” Kip pants, his hips rocking in tandem with my movements.

Behind me, Teller continues his delicious torture, grinding erection against my aching core. The combination of sensations - Kip heavy and throbbing in my hand, Teller relentlessly teasing my most sensitive spots - has me writhing and whimpering with need.

“You’re dripping, Ayla. I can feel how much you want us,” Teller rasps, his breath hot against the shell of my ear. “Going to fill this sweet pussy so good, make you scream for us.”

His filthy words send a fresh gush of arousal flooding my already soaked panties. I’m so lost in the haze of lust that I barely register the dip of the cushions as Clay settles back onto the couch.

Suddenly, strong hands grip my waist and lift me effortlessly. I gasp in surprise as Clay maneuvers me to hover above Teller’s lap while he shimmies out of his jeans and boxers. My eyes widen seeing Teller in all his naked glory, his impressive length standing proudly against his stomach.

“Gonna sit you on my cock now, sweetheart. Want to watch your pretty face when you take me inside this tight little cunt,” Teller growls.

I moan wantonly as Clay lowers me onto Teller’s waiting erection, my slick walls parting easily for his thick intrusion. The delicious stretch and fullness has me throwing my head back on a silent scream.

“Christ, you’re tight. Squeezing me like a fucking vice,” Teller grits out through clenched teeth, fighting to maintain control.

“M-more,” I pant, wriggling my highs, desperate to feel him deeper.

Teller’s deep baritone echoes in my ear. “Fuck, babe, your pussy’s so damn perfect.”

The muscles in my core clench around Teller’s penetrated length at the unexpected praise, sending shivers of pleasure up my spine.

“Feel that, Teller? She’s aching for more. Take her hard and fast,” Clay growls, his hands groping my breasts roughly.

With a roar of pure lust, Teller obeys, slamming in and out of me with abandon, so hard and so fast that my breasts bounce and sway in sync with each thrust. With every plunge, my wetness coats him more, making the friction between us even hotter.

Teller’s thrusts grow erratic, his breaths coming in ragged pants as he nears the edge. “S-so close, Ayla, so fucking close.”

“That’s it baby, take him,” Clay coos in my ear, massaging my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples between his calloused fingers. The two sensations collide, sending me spiraling on the edge of ecstasy.

“Now, I want you to work on these bad boys,” Clay continues, guiding my hands to his crotch, his erection tenting his jeans.

I do as told, unbuttoning his fly, and taking him in my free hand, alternating my mouth between both him and Kip.

Teller starts to move then, thrusting upward as I reach behind me, stroking both Clay’s and Kip’s rigid cocks. I let out a guttural moan, the double sensation more than I ever dreamed. The pressure in my core builds with each powerful thrust, my climax just beyond my reach.

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