Page 20 of My Three S**y Bikers

My insides were liquifying as my feet stayed still.

They should be moving.

Getting the hell out of here.

I was messing around with my ex’s dad.

My son’s grandfather.This had to be some kind of incest. But was it really? I couldn’t decide as my nipples hardened. My heart pounded as his hand moved down my thigh caressing it.

He broke the silence. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Turn around.”

I straightened my back and kept my eyes, facing forward. I closed my eyes, thinking I should leave. This was wrong on so many levels. His hand skimmed across me and moved to my hip.

I opened my eyes, thinking maybe if I kept them open, I would be able to stop this somehow. I watched as his chest rose and fell again as he took deep breaths.

“Do you want me to stop?” he growled, but the tension between us was so high. It was clear neither of us were walking away from this.

“No,” I replied with no hesitation, giving him permission to put his fingers down my thigh to the hem of my dress.

I drew in a sharp breath as the heavy ache built between my legs. He reached the edge of my panties and slipped his fingers under the fabric. He grazed my clit before pushing his finger inside me.

“You’re wet.”

He didn’t wait for a response, and I saw his dick straining against his jeans. He withdrew his finger and fisted the thin lace of my panties in his hand, before tearing them off.

I’d done this already with his son. What was it with them and tearing my underwear? Part of me loved it, but the another was annoyed at the idea of losing all these panties.

He pulled my hips roughly, lifting me onto the breakfast table, away from the door. Then he spread my legs in front of him. I groaned as his fingers returned, sliding between my legs and pushing into me again.

My body was betraying me. I shouldn’t crave my ex, let alone his dad. He wasn’t being gentle. He acted like a man who was used to getting what he wanted…and right now, that was me.

My head fell to the side as I leaned back on my elbows while my orgasm approached fast. “Oh, please.”

He stopped moving, pulling his fingers back and holding them in a fist before him. I grabbed his shirt, pulling his mouth roughly against mine. He dipped and teased my mouth with his tongue.

“You sure about this, darling?”

He ripped open my dress and then slid his hands up my ribs and over my breasts. I had no bra on, and it seemed to give him permission to slip back and forth across my pink nipples. His hands were big and rough, and I wanted more.

He growled, fingers tightening as he leaned close enough to bite my shoulder.

I quickened the pace, thinking about what had taken place with Scar and worrying that Lucky would back off. I undid his zipper and shoved his pants and boxers to the floor. I gave his cock a hard squeeze, feeling him pulse against my palm.

Before I could say another word, he took hold of my ankles, grabbed his fat cock, and took a step forward—thrusting deep inside of me.

I thought that, like Drake, he would back off. But he didn’t, and I moaned so fucking loud as I felt sexy and relieved he wanted me.

I was on fire. Every part of me wanted to feel his rough touch.

“Yes, take me,” I pleaded as we moved to the perfect rhythm.

“You’re so beautiful. I couldn’t resist.”

I tilted back my head as I felt my entire body quake from the orgasm rushing over me, leaving me gasping for air.

When it subsided, he grunted and picked up speed, but it was as if I had a wave of guilt about what had taken place.

I was no longer in the moment, far from it. I felt him jerking, and then he slammed hard into me. Under normal circumstances, I would have been happy.

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