Page 77 of Claimed By the Biker Brothers

But their leadership has taken tonight off. They’re going to be fathers, and they wish to make love to me. Who am I to deny them, when I’m just as eager?

“It’s nice that life can still surprise you, huh?” Knox says, half-smiling as he moves to the side of the bed, his giant cock hard and throbbing with desire.

“If only life could stick to the good kind of surprises, such as this one,” I reply.

He inches closer, muscles twitching across his massive chest, while my gaze is briefly distracted by the stories his tattoos tell: Stories of war and violence, of righteousness and redemption. I see the same story told by the blue havens of his eyes and by the specks of silver in his dark hair and growing beard.

“You’re undoubtedly life’s most wonderful surprise, Robyn,” he says. “We didn’t imagine we’d make it this far either, yet here we are.”

“Here we are,” I whisper.

At the foot of my bed, Diesel and Jagger linger. They’re quiet but longing burns in their eyes and their lips are slightly parted as they admire my naked form. My nipples harden under their gaze, my core tightening as Knox gently runs his hand over my breasts.

I suck in a deep breath when he squeezes and kneads my flesh. “Oh, Knox.”

“We’re just getting started, darling.”

Diesel moves to the right side of my bed. He and Knox take care of my breasts while stroking themselves—one for each to massage, to fondle. They pinch my nipples and shower my lips with wet, hot kisses, while Jagger positions himself between my legs.

“You smell like heaven,” he says, his tongue sliding between slick folds.

My pussy is burning, liquid heat trickling from my core. He licks me, closing his lips around my clit. I can feel it swelling, tension tightening in the pit of my stomach as I’m overwhelmed by an avalanche of sensations.

My men kiss me, lick me, bite me in a playful fashion. Layer by layer, I crumble and fall apart, deconstructed completely when Jagger starts finger-fucking me like a madman. I cry out their names over and over, my voice drowned by the overlapping thunder from V-twin engines outside.

“Give it to me, darling,” Jagger growls, then suckles my clit with unbridled passion, fingers curling with every retreat, until I’m pushed over the edge.

Knox and Diesel suck my nipples harder and harder. The sting is cathartic.

I come hard, gushing like a fountain, but Jagger doesn’t give me a moment’s respite. No, he loosens the ribbons around my ankles and lets me wrap my legs around his waist as he dives deep inside me.

Our eyes are locked, while Knox and Diesel rise and offer me their delicious cocks. I go to town, taking each of them in turns.

“You were made for us; it’s undeniable,” Knox hisses as he glides down my throat.

My wrists are bound, and I would love nothing more than to be able to touch them, but the first part of the night is about squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me. My screams of ecstasy are muffled by Diesel’s gargantuan erection. He deep-throats me like the beast he is while Jagger pounds my pussy.

I’ve barely recovered from one climax, yet I can already feel a second, truly devastating one coming. I catch a glimpse of Knox’s devilish grin before the sound of a vibrator comes on. I see it in his hand.

“Yes, please… Oh, yes,” I moan as Diesel pulls back, the taste of precum left on the tip of my tongue.

Knox presses the pear-shaped vibrator against my clit. “That’s it, baby.”

“Take it like a good girl,” Jagger gasps, fucking me even harder.

He can feel me clenching, my pussy tightening around him. I feel the veins throbbing along Knox’s massive shaft as he fills my mouth. Diesel caresses my face, grunting as he watches his blood brothers claim me.

A madness crosses my mind. Words come out of my tender mouth and past my slightly plumpier lips before I can stop myself. I’m so close to a veritable explosion, common sense be damned.

“I want you to come in my mouth,” I say, my voice raspy. “Both of you…”

Knox and Diesel give me dark looks, excitement flickering in their azure eyes before the deepest night comes over them. I hold on to the satin ribbons, I hold on for dear life as Jagger thrusts himself into me, splitting me in half while the vibrator finally breaks me. I open my mouth wide and let Diesel and Knox join forces, their swollen tips sharing the wet and welcoming warmth of my tongue. They stroke themselves, harder and faster and matching Jagger’s rhythm, while Knox keeps the vibrator pressed against my clit.

My muffled screams reverberate across the room.

“FUCK!” Jagger snaps as he loses himself inside me.

I feel him coming.

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