Page 45 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

In fact, this escalated rather quickly.

I lean onto Holden’s dick, licking, sucking, and gagging on his length as he fingers through my hair. “Good girl. Take all these dicks like a good fuckin’ girl.” His tone is more raw and rougher than I’ve ever heard it. He’s turned up. They all are.

Rhett lays back on the lift bench, sucking my nipples as Maverick plows me from behind. His rough hands grip my hips as he sets the motion for the group.

“Damn, your ass is tight, baby.” He thrusts again and again, forcing the other two dicks deeper inside of me.

My stomach flips with each thrust, and I’m stretched so wide I’m not sure I’ll ever walk straight again, but I don’t care.

I love being a filthy, dirty whore for these big, inked-up bikers. I love their big rough hands, the aggressive way they take me, the way they say all those nasty things.

Rhett sucks on my nipple harder, and though they’d been aching earlier, his teeth feel so good scraping against them. “Hold up.” He lets go for a moment and everyone disengages allat once. Suddenly, I’m empty, void of any throbbing dicks being thrust into my universe.

I sit up on his dick, still grinding against his thick cock as I stare down at Rhett’s handsome face. Rhett is a stallion. He’s big, thick, hard, and so damn masculine.

“You see that?” He opens his mouth slightly and a few white drops spill out.

“What is that? Are you okay?”

He nods and sits up with me, reaching down for my breast again to suckle before opening his mouth to let more white cream spill from his lips. “You’re leaking.”

Something resembling mortification happens, and though I was the cool girl being railed by three guys a second ago, I’m reminded that I’m actually a mess. “How am I leaking? I’m only five months along. That can’t happen. I don’t get my milk until I give birth. I read all about it on Google.” I’m explaining it away as though it’s not actually happening.

“Don’t be embarrassed, trouble.” Rhett lands his hand on my cheek. “It’s out. I love it. I didn’t want to be selfish with it.” He glances toward Holden and Maverick as though maybe they’d want a sip.

“What? No. That’s weird,” I say, covering up.

“It’s not weird at all. It’s natural.”

Not now it’s not. Making breastmilk this early is fucked up. I make a mental note to look into it further later, then watch Rhett as he leans back into my breast and suckles with intention.

“Not much in here yet. You guys want some? She’s sweet.” He flicks his tongue against my nipple as he pulls away, swallowing down the liquid before Holden narrows in and takes a nipple for himself.

This was not supposed to turn me on, but like the whore I am, I grind against Rhett’s lap, riding him hard as Holden andMaverick take to each side of my tits, warm breast milk dribbling down their chins.

Damn!

“Fuck, baby. You taste so good.” Maverick sucks and sucks until his side is empty then makes his way around back, clawing at my ass as though he’s impatiently waiting for Holden to finish feeding.

My hand runs through Holden’s hair as he sucks a moment longer then pulls away, scraping his teeth against my nipple as he taps Rhett on the shoulder.

“Switch.”

Did he just say switch? Did they ever so casually just decide that they were going to switch spots?

My clit swells and Rhett pounds up into me a few more times before he lifts and guides me back toward Holden who’s standing by his bike. He bends me forward against the seat, my tits hanging off the edge as he plows me forward over and over again, pounding my pussy with grit as his hand fists into the back of my hair.

Rhett steps into frame and slides his cock into my mouth as Maverick watches from the side.

“Take those cocks, baby,” he groans and strokes his dick as he watches the men pin me against the bike and fuck me hard. I’m a little jealous of his stance. I wouldn’t mind watching me right now. Two men with bulging biceps, dark ink, and strong shoulders taking me… using me. Sweat dripping from their chests, echoed by their moans.

My body ripples with each thrust, and the leather from the seat sticks to my skin the longer I’m bent over.

Rhett drives his cock further into my throat and Holden’s dick spreads me wider and wider the deeper he goes. How? I don’t know. I only know that it’s happening. I only know thathis glorious, perfect cock is spreading me so wide that there’s a pinch of pain every third thrust.

Oh my God!

Maverick hollers out, “Switch”

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