Page 86 of Baby for the Bikers

“Do you like it?” she asks, and there’s a note of uncertainty in her voice that doesn’t belong there.

“Like it?” Maddox laughs. “Princess, it’s fucking perfect.”

I still can’t find words, so I do the only thing that makes sense—I lean forward and press my lips to the tattoo in a gentle kiss. Her sharp inhale tells me everything I need to know.

Brick stands, taking her hand. “Come with me.”

He leads her not to the guest room she’s been using but toward the master suite. The huge bedroom at the end of the hall with the king-sized bed that none of us ever claimed because it always felt too big for just one person.

The door shuts behind us with a soft click, but the moment it does, everything changes. Rowan stands in front of us, the heat in her eyes unmistakable, as she slowly drops to her knees.

Her fingers move swiftly to the waistbands of our pants, unbuckling and unzipping, before pulling us free one by one. She looks up at us with an almost dangerous glint, a teasing smile curling on her lips.

“Let me taste you all,” she whispers, her voice full of lust and need. Her hand wraps around my cock first, stroking it slowly as she leans forward to kiss the head, her tongue licking along the underside. I feel a shiver run down my spine, and I know I won’t be able to keep it together for long.

She moves from one to the next, never rushing but instead savoring each moment. Maddox groans, his hand threading through her hair as she wraps her lips around him, taking him deep into her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine, dark and full of desire, as she moves between us, her mouth wet and warm.

After several minutes of this, she pulls back, breathing heavily, her face flushed with excitement. I can see her hands shaking with need, and I know she’s ready for what’s to come. We’re all ready.

“Get on the bed, Rowan.” Maddox’s voice is low, rough with want, and she doesn’t hesitate. She climbs onto the bed, her panties the only thing still clinging to her body. The rest of her is bare, her skin glowing in the low light. She lies back, her body aperfect picture of desire. We take a moment to look at her—every inch of her, every curve—before we move forward.

“Stay just like this,” Brick says, stepping toward her. “Don’t move.”

Maddox doesn’t waste any time. He crouches down between her legs, his hands gripping the waistband of her panties, slowly pulling them down her thighs. The wetness between her legs is evident, and her smooth skin glistens under the low light.

She’s completely bare now, freshly waxed, her pussy exposed, and the sight of it makes my breath hitch. Maddox discards her panties to the side, and without hesitation, his mouth lowers to her core, delving in with a deep, slow lick, tasting her wetness.

He’s teasing her, pushing her to the brink but never letting her fall. His tongue dances over her clit, flicking against it in a way that has her moaning loudly. Her fingers grip the sheets, her back arching as she pushes into him, trying to get more.

I move to her side, kneeling beside her as I reach for her soft breasts. I pinch her nipples, rolling them between my fingers, making her gasp in pleasure. Every part of her is reacting to us, every inch of her body shaking with anticipation.

Brick lowers his head to her pussy as well, his tongue joining Maddox’s, working in sync as they devour her together. Her moans are desperate, and I can feel the tension building in her, the way her body trembles beneath us. Her legs shake as they work their magic, fingers and tongues, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

“You’re close, Rowan,” Maddox says. “Come for us.”

She doesn’t need much more encouragement. With a shuddering cry, she comes, her body convulsing in pleasure, and we don’t stop. We keep going, licking her, kissing her, drawing out every last drop of her orgasm until she’s a quivering mess beneath us.

When her body finally settles, we make our move. Brick stands, grabbing her waist and turning her so she’s lying on top of Maddox, her ass up in the air. It’s the perfect position, and she’s soaked, ready for what’s next.

I reach for the lube, squeezing it generously onto my fingers as I coat her tight hole, feeling the slickness as I work it in with a slow, steady pressure. Her body tenses at first, but she relaxes, letting me stretch her plump hole gently, making sure she’s ready for Brick.

“I’ve wanted this for so long, baby,” Brick murmurs as he positions himself behind her. His hands grip her hips, and she gasps when he finally presses inside her. He moves slowly, carefully at first, as she adjusts to the feeling of him inside her from behind. Her body trembles with the stretch, but she doesn’t pull away. She takes him, inch by inch, until he’s buried deep inside her.

Maddox reaches down, grabbing her face as he kisses her, his hands roaming down to her tighter parts, pulling her into him as he lines up with her pussy, positioning himself to take her in the way she needs.

“Now, Rowan, you take all of us,” Maddox whispers against her lips, his hands guiding her hips.

She nods, her body rocking into both of them, and that’s when I start stroking myself, watching this beautiful sight unfold beforeme. She’s so tight, so hot, and watching Brick take her from behind while Maddox fills her pussy is too much to resist.

I take Maddox’s place after a while, sliding into her from below as Brick continues to fuck her from behind, giving her a moment of rest before we continue.

I press into her slowly, feeling the warmth of her tight body as she gasps at the stretch. The sensation is heavenly, and I can’t help but push deeper, sinking all the way inside her. She moans, the sound of her pleasure spurring me on.

Brick doesn’t stop. He continues to fuck her from behind, his hands gripping her hips as he drives into her. Her body moves with us, rocking in rhythm, taking all of us inside her. The feeling of her tight pussy, her body writhing between us, only intensifies. I pull back, then slam into her again, and I can see her face twist in ecstasy, her mouth falling open in a desperate, pleasure-filled cry.

She’s close. Her body’s movements become erratic, her moans rising in pitch with every thrust. Her hands are all over us now, desperate to have us deeper, harder. I feel her tension building, the way her legs tremble, and I know she’s on the edge.

I kiss her neck as I keep moving, feeling the heat of her body tightening around me. The rhythm we’ve found is perfect—deep, fast, and unstoppable. Her breath hitches, and I can feel her shudder as she finally breaks, her body clenching around me in an orgasm that rips through her.

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