Page 17 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

“Make me come again,” I manage, my toes curling into the floor.

I bite my lower lip as Knox inches closer. His fingers find my clit glazed and swollen, ready for more. My cheeks burn red as Diesel keeps taking me closer to the ultimate edge. Harder, faster he goes as the chains on my cuffs clink. Harder, deeper he goes as Knox strokes me into madness.

Sweet, sweet madness.

“You’re loving this,” he says.

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

“Would you like to come again?” Knox asks.

“Yes, sir.”

Diesel cuts in. “I’m almost… there…”

He’s got both hands firmly gripping my hips. Thrusting. Grunting. I’m crying out in agony and ecstasy while Knox keeps bringing me closer to the grand finale, then edging me until I lose my fucking senses, until I end up begging. The tension in my body is just too much to bear.

“Please,” I moan.

Diesel bites into my shoulder. He holds me tight and pounds into me. A beast of a man, as Knox finally obliges me. His fingers work their magic in perfect synchronization with Diesel’s thrusts. He kisses me to muffle my frantic screams as I explode all over Diesel, sweat dripping down my temples as he spills his seed inside me.

I’m lost in the blue pools of Knox’s eyes as I welcome every drop of Diesel, as I consume his flesh without regret.

“It’s my turn,” Knox mutters and licks my lower lip.

“Yes, sir,” I giggle, drowning in the dizzying afterglow.

But he walks back to his desk while I watch him curiously.

Jagger chuckles softly. “Don’t worry, baby. You’ll never forget this ride.”

“Oh,” I mumble as Knox returns with a thick ring-like device made of stainless steel. He presses a thumb onto the side, and a LED light comes on, followed by an unending buzzing sound. “Oh, fuck…”

It’s a vibrator.

And I’m over the full moon, knowing damn well what that means.

“Hold on, baby,” Knox kisses me again, then slips the vibrating ring on his cock, letting it rest at the base.

I yelp when Diesel and Jagger lift me off the ground, each with a leg as they help me straddle Knox. He plunges deep inside me, and I shudder, close to fainting as an avalanche of sensations washes over me. I hold on for dear life as Diesel and Jagger watch.

“Yes…” I groan as Knox gives me a moment to adjust to the feeling.

He’s huge, thick, and long as hell. I’ve got my legs tightly wound around his narrow hips, the vibrator setting my pussy ablaze. It doesn’t take more than a few seconds for an orgasm to test my limits. I didn’t think it was possible, but the pressure is undeniably clear.

Knox fucks my lights out. Hard. Fast. He holds me firmly by the ass, while Diesel and Jagger go to town on my breasts. Licking. Kissing. Suckling and nipping the nipples until I cave in. I cry out, trembling and flailing and twitching all over. I come hard, rippling outward… exploding like a newborn sun.

“You’re fucking perfect,” Knox growls as he takes me. “You were made for us, Robyn. Your pussy, your body, your soul… Made for us.”

“Don’t stop, please!” I cry tears of joy as I marvel at how much my body is eager to take for limitless bliss. “Don’t stop…”

As the three of them take good, sweet care of me while I drift into a shimmering afterglow and exhaustion numbs my brain altogether, I realize I can never go back to the way it was between us. I cannot, nor do I want to.

The days goby in relative silence.

By silence, I mean there’s no Calvin in sight. Rumors fly around Redwood aplenty about him, of course, and I register the curious, sometimes worried looks of the townspeople when I’m out, but other than that, there’s nothing, except for a Rogue Rider always watching my back.

There’s no real sense of safety either, though.

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