Page 31 of Filthy and Dirty with the Bikers

Rhett lifts my dress up over my frame, tossing the fabric to the side before unbuckling my bra and tugging down my panties. His hands are rough and weathered by hard work. And though I’m stripping down for Holden, I love that he’s the one showing me to him. I love that he’s in control of how much I give, and how quickly I give it. “She’s perfect, isn’t she?”

I am most definitely not perfect. I’m at least fifty pounds overweightand my acne has been flaring something awful on my back lately. Tyler would make‘jokes’about my rolls or point out spots on my skin at weird times. He said he wasn’t being mean, but that he was just‘noticing’things. Right now, though, these two super-hot dudes are all over me, gripping my rolls,holding me tight, worshiping me as though I’m someone special, someone worthy of love and their time. They see every part of me as something to love.

Holden growls under his breath and draws his gaze up and over my frame as though I’m a feast he’s been desperate to devour. Kicking off his riding boots, he steps out of his jeans and walks toward me, cock hard and ready. His hand moves over my body where his eyes were a moment ago.

Dear God, please don’t let this moment end.

I lean against Rhett’s chest as Holden moves his mouth over my neck and down my breasts, stopping at each nipple to suck and kiss the flesh upward.

Rhett leans into my ear and whispers, “You’re doing so good, trouble.”

Holden leans into my frame and pets his palm over my bare pussy, his big hand planted over my soft skin like he owns me.

“Little one, I’m going to taste you. You okay with that?”

I swallow hard and nod as he lowers himself to his knees and dives into my pussy like an animal starved for water. He parts my thick lips and presses his tongue inside, flicking against my clit with pressure as he growls.

Never in my life have I ever had a man kneel before me like this.

My fingertips weave through his hair, and although I’m trying not to tug, it’s an impossible feat as he sucks and flicks my clit, occasionally sliding his teeth into the mix.

Rhett holds me close, rendering me nearly immobile. “You like that, trouble? You like his beard buried in your little pussy?” Hearing him talk only makes everything hotter. I lean back into his chest as I scrub against Holden’s beard for relief.

“Fuck, little one, you taste so damn good.” There’s a deep rumble in his voice when he talks, as though he’s transcended to another place mentally. “Tense those pretty thighs.”

Knees weak, I collapse backward and Rhett shifts down to the floor with me in his arms. I want to turn around. I want to see Rhett’s face while he watches Holden devour me, but I don’t have that luxury. Truthfully, I’m not sure if lying in his strong, warm arms while being eaten out isn’t better.

Holden licks my pussy top to bottom, before scraping his teeth against my clit. “You ready for me, little one?”

I blink up at him, panting for air, my skin aching for his. Is he really going to fuck me while I lay in Rhett’s arms?

Holden strokes his long, thick cock, slides a pillow under my hips, and kisses my lips gently, allowing me to taste myself.

I never thought I’d be the girl who liked that, but I do. I like tasting myself on his mouth and I want more.

My tongue flickers in and out, massaging against his as the two men surround me in warmth.

“Spread your legs for him, trouble. I want to feel you come on his cock.” Rhett’s voice is shaking, and his cock is poking hard against my back.

I might come prematurely if these boys keep this up.

Every cell on my body tingles and my nerves light with electricity as Holden strokes himself at my entrance.

Rhett leans back and pulls me on top of him, giving Holden room to work. I’m only there for a moment when his voice rumbles with more encouragement. “Can you come on his cock for me, trouble? I want to feel your whole body vibrate.”

I blow out a breath of air and grind up against Holden’s cock, letting the tip slip inside slightly.

My skin burns, my body aches, and nothing else matters.Nothing.The entire town could be exploding around us, and I wouldn’t hear it happening.

Holden kisses my neck and slides into me a bit deeper, as though he’s teasing out the inevitable.

“I’ve wanted you for so long, little one,” he groans, cupping my face with his big hand.

“Oh… Daddy,” I whine. “Don’t stop. Go harder!”

Did I just say Daddy?I think I just said Daddy. For a brief second, I wonder if I should address it, but that thought is extinguished by Holden’s growl.

“Good girl. Give Daddy all your come. I want to smell you on me all day tomorrow.”

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