Page 13 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Her big, doe eyes meet mine, and with a single, soft breathed whisper she says, “Touch me.”

My cock twitches at my zipper again, and she notices right away. Her hand rubs over the hard bulge in my jeans, and though I know I should stop her, I don’t. I let her touch me. I let her run her hands all over me. I let her drag the zipper down and unbuckle my belt. I let my jeans fall to the floor, and I let her soft lips kiss the tip of my cock like the repercussions of these actions are void.

Truthfully, I’m not sure if I’m drunk enough to blame this on the alcohol, but I’m sure as hell gonna try.

Chapter Five

Molly

I hold Rhett’s giant cock in my hand, licking and sucking as he fists into my hair.

“Fuck, you’re trouble,” he groans under his breath as he guides my head onto his dick over and over again.

I liked when he called me trouble before, but now… I like it even more. There’s something about a big, strong man telling you how much trouble you’re causing while you’re sexually pleasuring them that’s doing it for me.

Hell, everything Rhett does, does it for me. And though I’m probably not going to remember much of this in the morning, I hope I remember the conversation we had beforehand. His words filled me up in ways I’ve never been filled before. Well, to be fair, so is his cock.

He presses deep into my throat until I’m gagging on his length, tears rolling down my cheeks as sounds of pleasure spike into the air before he pulls out and leans down toward my face, landing his rough lips against mine. “Fuck, I need you.” His tongue slides into my mouth, twisting roughly with a growl. “I’ve needed you so damn long.” He lifts the oversized t-shirt up off my frame and kisses me again before staring down at my exposed skin.

I’m soaking wet. I’vebeensoaking wet. Alcohol usually does that to me, but more than that, Rhett does. Talking aboutharems with him has got me thinking about what life would be like to have him next to me. Making his breakfast in the morning before work, feeling his big hand on my back as he passes me in the hall, listening to his day as we sit by the fireplace in the early dark of the winter months, climbing into bed together and snuggling into his big, safe arms.

I unbutton his shirt and stare up at the perfectly sculpted body of my brother’s best friend. He’s tall and thick, built by hard work with strong shoulders and swollen biceps. His chest is covered in hair and there’s a trail that leads straight down to the land of giants. I tried hard not to think of Rhett over the years, but that didn’t mean I didn’t notice him. He’s always been the kind of guy that commands attention.

He lifts me from the bed and pulls me close to his frame, poking me in the stomach with this hard cock as he cups my breast in his hand. “You know I didn’t like seeing you on Maverick’s lap, right?”

I bite back a grin. “Yeah, I know.”

“So, now you’ve gotta be punished.”

A streak of excitement rattles through me as he guides me onto my hands and knees facing the mirror attached to the dresser on the opposite side of the bed. What is this night and why do I feel like I’m probably asleep in bed with Tyler, and this is all a dream? A dream I’m thankful for, but none the less, a dream.

I should stop reading so much before bed.

Rhett rubs is big, calloused hand over my bare ass, then hauls back and spanks me hard, sending ripples over my ass and up my back. “Tell me what you did.”

“I,” my clit is twitching, “climbed up on Maverick. I was grinding on his lap.”

He spanks me again and again. “Tell me how he got you wet.”

Air won’t filter through my lungs. I’ve never been this hot in my life. “What?”

“Tell me how he got you wet.” His tone is dark, and though I thought Rhett hated the idea of me on another man’s lap, I think a part of him might like it.

“His hands felt good on my waist, and his dick pressed against my panties.”

Another hard smack. This one’s so hard that vibrations rumble through me and over my clit.

“You can’t help but turn everyone on, can you?” he says, his voice low as he flips me back and tugs me toward his waiting girth. “I don’t have a condom.” he groans, poking against the wetness at my entrance.

“Do you need one?”

“Fuck.” He pulls me up and sucks my hard nipple, scraping his teeth over the sensitive bud before kissing his way up toward my ear. “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”

“Fuck me, Rhett. I need to feel you.” I lick my lips as I beg with need, but I’ve barely gotten the words free from my mouth before he tugs my body close and sinks into me. His hands adjust at my hips, and he presses in firmly. I’m drunk enough to let this happen, but not so drunk that I don’t understand the repercussions of this moment.

Rhett and I have a secret now. A secret no one else can know…not ever.

“Fucking hell you’re tight.” He’s breathless as he thrusts harder and deeper. A goliath of a man is bent over me, holding my head up so he can watch my face as he thrusts.

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