Page 46 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Holden thrusts harder. “I’m about to come, man. Two more seconds…” His voice is rough and so fucking raw. He grips me tighter, pulling back on my hair. “You ready for my come, little one. You want me to fill you up?”

I moan out an approval on Rhett’s cock, and within seconds, Holden is unloading inside of me. His grip is tighter now, and his sounds are carnal.

He no more than slides out, when Maverick slides into my ass. When we were on the lift bench, he wasn’t in very far, being that it’s my first time with any sort of anal penetration. But in this moment, he’s going in much deeper.

“You’re so soft, baby. Holden got you all relaxed. You tell me if it hurts.” He slides in a little deeper, as he rubs my clit in circles, groaning the deeper he gets. “Fuck… you’re so god damn tight.” He’s feverish sounding as though he too is close to releasing.

“Come,” I groan onto Rhett’s cock. “Come in my ass.”

Rhett thrusts into my throat deeper, drowning out the words as Maverick continues to thrust and circle my clit. If one of these dudes doesn’t come right now,I’mgoing to. The bike tilts side to side as they move like a teeter totter, pushing me back and forth, screwing me tighter and tighter, moving me closer and closer to the end.

“Fucking hell, baby,” Maverick groans. “I’m gonna fill your tight, little asshole.” He growls out, thrusting deeper as though he’s riding a wave to shore. Something about this irregular movement, the fluttered touches, the erratic breathing, gets me closer to my edge.

Maverick pulls out and kisses the small of my back as Rhett rounds back to my pussy and slides inside with a groan as Maverick and Holden watch.

“You know I love this sloppy, little pussy, don’t you?” Rhett groans, sinking deep inside of me. “Is all that come filling you up. Can you take another load?”

I’m pretty sure this garage is going to stink like sex for months, maybe years, but that’s not gonna stop me from taking every bit of their come I can. I want it on my tits, in my hair, on my face, on my back, on my stomach, in my ass, in my pussy, in my mouth… I want it everywhere.

Ineedit everywhere.

Rhett pumps into me harder and harder. “I love you, trouble. We all do.”

Maverick kisses the top of my head. “It’s true. You’re perfect.”

“So fucking perfect.” Holden fists his hand into my hair.

The moment is natural and genuine, and as Rhett slams his heavy weight against my frame, my muscles tense and I buck back against him, driving my ass against his hard body as everything I’ve been holding back on releases in one hard twitching chorus of perfection.

The men gather at my side, holding my convulsions down as Rhett finishes pounding his thick cock in my swollen pussy.

This act sets Rhett over the edge, and within seconds, he explodes inside of me, growling out like a feral beast who’s been captive for far too long. He stays like this for a moment, then pulls out quickly with a yowl as though leaving the warmth of my pussy is painful.

“Damn, trouble.” Rhett kisses my head. “I’ll never get tired of that.”

Holden and Maverick help me up from the bent position I’m in, but I’m in no position to be standing. Turns out, being railed by three hot men leaves you dizzy as fuck.

I lean back on the bike, and grip the handlebar tight, hanging my head back until I’m staring up at the rafters.

“Don’t move,” Rhett groans.

“What?” I glance toward him holding the camera. “What are you doing?”

“Just like that. That’s how we want you. Relaxed and filled with our come. That’s the picture we want on the wall.”

“And when we have the baby… then what?”

The guys look toward each other as though they hadn’t thought that far ahead. “Okay, that’s true. Maybe this is for our private collection then.” He grins playfully and we both know I’m letting him take the photo, but I want something first.

“Where’s the envelope?”

Rhett’s brows raise. “You want to find the sex of the baby while you’re naked on Holden’s bike?” He laughs and turns back to grab it from the first drawer of his toolbox. “I like it.”

Maverick and Holden make their way to my side, and Rhett pulls his thick finger through the envelope slowly. I’m not sure the best way to do this. Some people have the bakery make pink or blue cupcakes. Others get confetti and blow it out of a cannon. I’ve even seen huge parties where they invite the entire neighborhood. I could do that, but I still haven’t even told my brother I’m seeing his best friend yet. Telling him we’re all having a baby together might be a shock.

Right now, opening this envelope in the euphoria of our love making is what makes sense.

Rhett unfolds the paper slowly and smiles before glancing up toward the guys and I. I expect him to make a joke and withhold the information, but he doesn’t. Instead, his lip quiversand he reaches his giant, inked hand up toward his face to wipe away a tear. “It’s a girl.”

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