Page 1 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Chapter One

Molly

I hold my vibrator wand over my clit and balance the book I’m reading in my other hand. Right now, I wish I’d gotten the audio book version, but I’m making do with what I have.

‘Evelyn screams out in pleasure as three rock hard men gather around her fragile frame. She’s never been touched before, not like this, not with the weight of six heavy hands spread all over her body.

“You’re a good little girl, aren’t you?” Duke groans as he palms his rough hand over Evelyn’s throat.

She nods, panting for relief. “Yeah.”

“Good girl. Get on your knees and suck our cocks.” His tone is rough, ragged, and demanding, leading Evelyn to the place she’s happiest… submission.

The men surround her as she looks up at them doe eyed, heart hammering, mouth salivating for the trail of pre-come already leaking.

Her mouth falls open, and one by one she takes them in, sucking hard and fast as she works their shafts with her slippery, little hand.’

For some reason, whether I’m reading smut or science fiction, my brain likes to pretend I’m the main character. I’m the girl getting shot up into outer space with a monkey, or I’m the girl about to get railed by three dudes with massive dicks.Either way, I have an adventure. Though science fiction is fun sometimes, I much prefer this type of fantasy. The one that makes my clit throb and my heart pump faster.

I move the wand in circles, squishing around my wet pussy as I turn the page.

The main character is her father’s best friend. Everything about their relationship is so damn wrong, but for some reason, I love it. And if I were Evelyn, I’d want these men all over me. I’d want every dirty word, touch, and position.

I moan out and push the vibrator harder against my clit as I read on.

‘Kyle stares down at Evelyn as she sucks and licks his length. “I’m going to come on that pretty little face, baby. Tell me you want it.” He digs his fingers into Evelyn’s long, blonde hair and tugs her deeper onto his cock, pushing so hard into her throat that she gags on his length and tears trickle down her cheeks.

Duke and Pete stroke at her side, pumping harder with each groan as they watch Evelyn twist her tongue around the head of their friend's cock.

They like the way she whines, the way she pants, the way she begs for more with those big, brown eyes, and the way her pussy smells in the air.

“Oh fuck, little girl,” Pete groans, jerking his dick over Evelyn's face. “I’m going to come.”

Duke and Kyle aren’t far behind, and soon Evelyn is covered in white, hot come as the men growl out in a chorus around her.

Some women might not enjoy such a show, but Evelyn loves it.

Evelyn lives for it.

When the men she loves surround her and release their pleasure on her skin, Evelyn comes to life. For that moment, shefeels seen, loved, honored, appreciated. In that moment, Evelyn is more turned on than she’s ever been. She rubs the come into her skin and puts on a show, dragging the liquid down over her breasts and onto her nipples.’

Oh my God, I’m gonna lose it. I press harder and squeeze my eyes shut, imagining I’m the one covered in hot come, imagining that there are three men surrounding me. Three men that admire me, love me, and want me. Their big, rough hands are all over me and I’m about to be used in every way possible.

Moment by moment, the fantasy I’m reading takes over my head and soon I’m screaming out for relief as the vibrator sputters and jumps in my wetness.

Warmth scatters down my spine and into my groin, tickling the base of my neck and the inner parts of my thighs. Dear God, that felt good.

I hold my breath and let it out slowly as the fog in my brain lifts and reality settles back in. I don’t want to move. I want to hold this vibrator over my clit and stay in this fantasy forever, or at least for the rest of the day. Maybe that’s what I need, an entire day of one-handed reading with breaks here and there for snacks.

As my heart rate returns to normal and the nerves in my body turn to Jello, it becomes increasingly harder to move. Maybe if three men were fawning all over me, I’d be eager to rejoin the cause.

I should call my sister-in-law and see how the whole harem thing is working out for her. Last time I checked, she was happier than ever with three men meeting her every need.

I’ve gotta say I’m a little jealous. I mean, I have trouble making one man love me. I can’t even imagine finding three that dote over me the way her men dote over her.

The front door closes, and my body finds the motivation to roll off the bed toward the shower. I don’t particularly need ashower, but I’m still not ready to talk to Tyler. We had another huge fight last night and I don’t know what to do anymore.

I love him, I really do, but we can’t communicate to save our lives.

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