Page 55 of Baby for the Bikers

“That’s it,” he praises. “Take it, baby. Let me feel how tight you are.”

His fingers work deeper, pressing into that perfect spot, curling, stroking, dragging me higher and higher. His thumb circles my clit, slow at first, then faster, rougher, until I’m whimpering, writhing beneath him, completely at his mercy.

“You gonna come for me again?” he taunts, his tone laced with sin. “Gonna let me wreck you before I even fuck you?”

I can’t answer—I can only moan, clutching at the sheets, my body tightening, my breath breaking into frantic, gasping sobs.

He leans down, kissing me deep as his fingers speed up, his palm grinding against my clit, sending me into a spiral of pure, unbearable pleasure.

And then I break, shattering around his fingers, crying out into his mouth as the orgasm rips through me.

Maddox groans, his cock throbbing against my thigh as he watches me fall apart.

“Good girl,” he praises, pulling his fingers out, slick with my release, bringing them to his mouth and sucking them clean.

I’m barely breathing, completely wrecked, and he still isn’t done.

“Think you can take me now, princess?” he asks, lining himself up, dragging the thick head of his cock against my swollen entrance.

“Yes,” I gasp, legs spreading wider, my body begging for more.

He smirks, pressing in just an inch, teasing, stretching me open slowly.

“Say it,” he demands. “Tell me who’s about to fuck you so good you’ll never want anyone else.”

“You,” I breathe. “Maddox. You.”

“That’s fucking right.”

Then he thrusts deep, groaning as he sinks into me to the hilt.

I cry out, my back arching, my nails clawing at his shoulders as he starts to move, rolling his hips in smooth, devastating strokes.

He leans down, his lips brushing my ear as he fucks me slow and deep, dragging it out, making me feel every inch of him.

“You’re mine now, princess,” he murmurs, his hand sliding between us, rubbing my clit in time with his thrusts. “Every inch of you belongs to me.”

I moan, gripping his shoulders like I’ll never let go.

He moves faster, harder, deeper, chasing our pleasure, taking his time, making it last, making it unforgettable. And when we both finally break together, it’s earth-shattering.

I scream his name, not caring if my neighbors hear, my body locking up as the pleasure consumes me. His release spills into me as his hips slow, rocking through the aftershocks.

We collapse together, breathing hard, tangled in each other, completely spent.

Maddox kisses my shoulder, grinning against my skin.

“Sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted,” he murmurs. “And the best damn thing I’ve ever had.”

I laugh breathlessly, too wrecked to even argue.

I’ve tasted Ryder and I’ve tasted Maddox.

Now, I just want both of them together.

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BRICK

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