Page 65 of Baby for the Bikers

I cut her off with the first slap. Hard, sharp, making her yelp. Her body jolts, but she doesn’t pull away. I’ve always been the disciplinarian among my brothers. Now, I’ll show her what that means.

“Count.”

She hesitates, then whispers, “One.”

Another smack. “Louder. You weren’t quiet with them, were you?”

“Two.”

I keep going, spanking her until her skin is flushed pink, then red, the heat radiating off her. She squirms, moaning softly, her thighs squeezing together, and I can’t help but groan at the sight.

“This is how I handle problems,” I tell her between slaps. “Direct. Controlled. Something my brothers still haven’t learned.”

I slide my fingers between her legs, finding her soaked.

“Fuck,” I growl, rubbing over her wetness, circling her clit. “You like this, don’t you? The oldest brother showing you who’s really in charge.”

She whimpers, rocking into my touch, her breathing shallow. Her body is already trembling, thighs twitching as I tease her.

“You’re making a mess on my lap,” I murmur, my fingers pushing inside her. She’s so tight, so fucking perfect, her body clenching around my fingers as I stroke deep, curling them just right. “Is this what you wanted all along? All three Kane brothers? Because that’s a dangerous game to play with men like us.”

A soft, gasping moan escapes her, her head dropping forward as she fights against the pleasure. I grip her by the waist and flip her onto the bed, shoving her thighs apart, my mouth already descending before she can even catch her breath.

She gasps as I lick up her slit, slow and deep, my tongue flattening against her clit before I drag it back down. I groan against her skin, my hands tightening around her thighs, pinning her open as she squirms.

“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur against her. “Different than I imagined all those times I watched you at the diner.”

She lets out a broken cry as I thrust my tongue deep inside her, licking into her like I’m starving for her. My hands grip her thighs tighter, holding her down when she bucks against my mouth.

“Brick—” She gasps, her fingers gripping my hair. I growl against her as I fuck her with my tongue. My nose brushes against her clit as I eat her like I plan to keep her in this bed for hours.

She’s soaking my face, trembling, gasping, her legs trying to squeeze around my head, but I keep her open. Her moans turn into choked whimpers.

“Come for me,” I order against her, my tongue flicking fast and ruthless against her clit. “Show me how much better I am than them. Now.”

It doesn’t take long before she does.

Her body arches off the bed, thighs shaking, her entire body locking up as she comes on my tongue and gasps my name.

I pull away after licking up every drop of her release. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand, staring down at her wrecked, boneless body.

And I’m not even close to being done with her yet.

I reach for the lube.

I smirk down at her, watching her tremble, watching her hips squirm in desperation as I pop the cap. She’s still dripping from my fingers, her breath coming in short, desperate little gasps, her ass still flushed red from my spanking.

She knows what’s coming.

And she’s soaking herself over it.

I pour a generous amount of lube onto my fingers, rubbing it between my hands to warm it up, then dragging my slick fingers down the crease of her ass, spreading it over her tight, untouched hole.

She whimpers.

I grin.

“Oh, baby,” I murmur, using my thumb to spread her open, watching her body tense. “You really thought you were gonna let both my brothers fuck you and not have me take what’s mine? Did they have you like this? Did they claim every part of you like I’m about to?”

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