Page 114 of Single Mom's Bikers

“Need a break anyway.” I kiss that spot behind her ear that drives her crazy. “Let the skin settle before I finish.”

She arches back against me, her head falling on my shoulder. “How long of a break?”

“Long enough.” My fingers find her breasts, already hard and aching for touch. When I roll her nipples, she gasps my name.

“The door…” But her hands are already pulling me closer.

“Locked.” I turn her in my arms, lifting her onto my station. The black leather creaks beneath her as I position her just right. With her legs spread and skirt riding up, she’s a masterpiece waiting to happen.

When I kiss her, I take my time, learning her mouth all over again. Her tongue meets mine, tasting of the mint she was chewing earlier. My hands roam her body, finding every sensitive spot we’ve mapped over months together.

Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Even through denim, I can feel her heat. One hand slides into my hair while the other grips my shoulder, nails biting through my shirt, her movements urgent even as she carefully keeps her fresh ink from touching me.

“Someone’s eager.” I nip her lower lip, soothing the sting with my tongue.

“Can you blame me?” She rocks against me. “Talking about all three of you marking me. Making me yours.”

I trail kisses down her neck, finding that spot that makes her shiver. “Tell me what you imagine.”

My hands slide under her skirt, finding the lace of her thong already soaked through. When I trace her through the fabric, she moans.

“Tell me.” I keep my touch light, teasing. “Want to hear every detail.”

“Want—” She gasps as I push the lace aside, circling her clit. “Want Rick behind me while you work. His hands holding my hips still.”

“Like this?” I grip her hip with my free hand while sliding two fingers inside her. She’s so wet, so ready.

“Yes.” Her head falls back, exposing her throat. “Want Zane watching, telling me how good I look taking it.”

I curl my fingers, finding that spot that makes her walls clench. “What else?”

“Want to feel the needle while Rick fucks me.” The words spill out between moans. “Want you marking me while they make me come.”

“Dirty girl.” I drop to my knees, pushing her skirt higher. The scrap of black lace is tossed onto the floor. “Such filthy thoughts.”

Her thighs tremble when I blow gently across her wet flesh. She’s already swollen, desperate for my tongue.

“Please.” She reaches for me, but I catch her wrists, pinning them to the leather.

“Stay still.” I kiss her inner thigh. “Let me taste what’s mine.”

The first broad stroke of my tongue makes her cry out. I take my time, alternating between teasing licks and deep, claimingstrokes. When I release her wrists, her hands fist in my hair, trying to guide me to her core.

“Patience.” I suck her clit gently. “We’ve got all night.”

I work her higher slowly, learning her body’s responses all over again. Three fingers fill her while my tongue draws patterns on her clit. Each time she gets close, I back off, starting the climb again.

“Please.” She’s practically sobbing now.

Only when she’s shaking, desperate, do I give her what she needs, curling my fingers deep while sucking her clit hard.

She comes with my name on her lips, her pussy clenching rhythmically around my fingers. I work her through it, not stopping until she pushes my head away, too sensitive.

“Beautiful.” I kiss my way back up her body, tasting the salt on her skin. “Now, let’s finish making you even more beautiful.”

Her smile holds pure satisfaction. “Think you can work steadily after that?”

“I’ll try.” I reach for my machine.

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