Page 116 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“Hello there, fine gentlemen,” I quip as I lock the door behind me.

“Took you forever,” Diesel grumbles. Yet he’s the first to get up and walk over to kiss me.

“I missed you too,” I manage in between his ardent pecks. “Whoa there, cowboy,” I giggle. “You’re on a roll.”

He wraps me in his arms and holds me tight, then tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe as he sniffs my hair and draws a line down the side of my neck with the tip of his tongue.

“It’s been a long day, baby,” Knox says, joining us. “You’ll have to forgive our impatience.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” I moan softly, succumbing to Diesel’s conquest.

In the meantime, Jagger gets up, wincing from the discomfort—his ribs are healing nicely, but there’s still a fair amount of pain. It’s nothing he can’t handle, though.

“Not letting a few rib fractures hold me back,” he chuckles. “We’ve been waiting a long time to be alone with you again.”

“Come here,” I say, reaching out to him.

Knox gets me out of my clothes while I shower Jagger with soft kisses. Soon enough, there’s a pile on the floor. The four of us remain naked and wanting, closer and closer as our bodies yearn for the ultimate comfort.

I’ve been sleeping with Kyra since the troubles ended. Between that and my job at the salon and the constant back-and-forth’s with the sheriff and the FBI, it’s been a hectic few days, to say the least. This is the first chance we’ve had to be together.

Downstairs, music plays and glasses gleefully clink.

Upstairs, Diesel parts my legs and slides his tongue between my slick folds, while I hold on to Jagger for dear life, and Knox covers my back with soft, wet kisses.

“I’ve missed you too,” I whisper, my breath ragged as tension builds up in my core.

“I’ve missed the taste of you,” Diesel says, then proceeds to suckle my clit until I give in.

I come gushing and quivering, the orgasm blowing through me like a sweet summer’s tempest. Jagger’s mouth crashes into mine as Knox’s hands come around, grabbing my breasts and fondling them with passionate delight.

My hips sway back and forth as Diesel drinks me dry.

But we’re just getting started.

“I love you so much it hurts,” Knox tells me as I straddle him on the sofa.

“Oh, baby,” I moan, letting his hard, giant cock fill me to the brim.

Jagger takes me from behind and joins Knox inside me. My pussy clenches in ecstatic agony, wet and burning hot with desire. Diesel sits on top of the sofa, offering me his cock to taste. I take all of him in, hungry and desperate, tasting the saltiness of his precum on my tongue.

Our gazes are locked as I ride Knox.

Jagger’s fingers dig into my hips. Complete abandonment ensues, as they fuck me into the next world. Lord knows I needed this so badly. I can feel the tension unraveling, the anger and the exhaustion leaving my body. All is right with the world again as my men claim me once more.

“I love you,” I tell them as I keep my fingers wrapped around the base of Diesel’s cock, as Knox plants his heels into the ground and drives up into me. My breasts bounce, my curves jiggling as Jagger thrusts himself deeper inside of me.

“That’s it, baby,” Knox growls as he feels me clench around tighter and tighter.

Jagger drives into me deeply. “Give it to me, Robyn. All of it. Come for me… for us.”

“Yes, that’s it, right there!” I cry out, a second climax unraveling from within.

Diesel deep-throats me, giving everything he’s got. I relax my muscles and welcome him, all of him, over and over as tears of joy stream down my cheeks. I’m slick and rippling like an exploding star, my screams muffled by his hard flesh.

I come again, and so does Knox.

I feel his release, my pussy squeezing tight as Jagger joins him.

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