Page 45 of My Three S**y Bikers

My pussy was on fire with need, dripping wet, and throbbing for his touch. My nipples were aching and hard, but for now, I didn’t care. He tasted good, and the sounds he made were absolutely delicious.

“Take me!” he growled as I felt his cock throb once he was in my mouth. My spit made my lips slide along his shaft in such a beautiful way. I didn’t want to stop, but he was a big guy and powerful. He pulled my head up gently and then pulled me up over his body to kiss me.

He kissed me breathlessly, then, with a smug laugh, he rolled us over.

“Don’t fucking stop!” I yelled, then I held my breath, nearly screaming with anticipation of the experience I was about to have. His lips slid over my bare pussy, down into my lips, until I lost any ability to think or process. I could only cry out in pleasure as Playboy began a full-frontal assault on my clit once he’d found it.

His fingers spread my folds apart to bring my clit out into the open where he could get at it more easily.

His tongue stroked up from the very edge of my pussy and then up to where his tongue circled at my clit, licked it, sucked it until shivers of pleasure shot up my stomach and straight into my brain. I gasped loudly while my hips pressed up into his face.

“Fuck!” I rasped out as his tongue moved on me, driving me higher, until I wasn’t sure what was real and what wasn’t.

The feeling of aching pleasure spread until it became difficult to breathe because I forgot how to do it. I didn’t care if I needed air but took a breath when my body demanded it.

I looked down to see his head between my thighs, and I watched as his mouth moved over me. My thighs clamped down around his ears, my body convulsed with a pleasure that was so much more than anything he’d made me feel so far, and I groaned his name, unable to stop myself as my back arched and my head went back on his pillows.

The sensations took hold of me then left me drifting as my body twisted and moved as it wanted to. I was lost in the absolute pleasure of my orgasm as Playboy drove me on, a new one starting as the last one ended.

It felt as if I were in that euphoric state for hours, but I eventually came down, and the sky became dark.

Playboy made a sound of satisfaction before he moved over me and settled between my thighs. He pushed me a little further up the bed then came back to me, our bodies straining toward each other in the near darkness. My legs wrapped around his hips, and with one swift thrust I finally felt him inside of me, filling me completely. There was no actual pain, just a minor discomfort before my body adjusted and my lips pursed in an ‘O’ of wonder.

That felt so good.

He slid out of me slowly, watching my face as he did so.

He started a slow and gentle pace then moved to something faster, pulling my legs over his shoulders as he knelt below me. He thrust into me, my gasps of pleasure the only answer I could give.

My head fell back against the pillow again as my body responded to him quickly as I climaxed. I held onto him with clenching hands as my pussy worked around him, eager to have another chance at pure bliss.

“Shit, you’re fucking hot.” He paused as he ran a finger over my lips, his hips not stopping their thrusting.

His words drove me on, sending me even deeper as he watched me for any sign that he could let go. I opened my eyes, looked up at him with a dazed expression, but smiled when his face changed, became rapturous, and his body stopped moving. Watching him was amazing and made me clench around him again just as hard as when I came around him.

“Fuck!” he yelled as he jerked, and I knew he was coming. Playboy shifted to the side and kissed the back of my neck, even though I was sweaty. I was happy and smiled.

I knew this wouldn’t not be our only encounter, and I couldn’t wait for next time.

“How long until we have to get Dwayne from Scar?” he asked, lifting an eyebrow.

“Whenever you want,” I replied as I tried to catch my breath.

“Good! Because that was just a taster, darling. We’re going to do it again.”

Playboy wasn’t done, and I realized he had energy not only for reading but for sex, too.

25

LUCKY

Iwas in the empty club house when I realized Erin was right. I had to send a text to every brother I knew, so they knew that we were open, and I had a confession to make.

I had a text from Scar, using a burner phone, to say he would be here within the hour. I decided it was time to ask everyone to get down here.

I was the president for a reason, and if it meant telling them the truth and getting on my fucking knees to beg them to stay loyal to someone who hadn’t been, then so be it.

“I’ve been thinking…” I tried to think of the speech I had to give. I looked for a bottle of whiskey, but for some reason, there were none in the bar, so I decided to go out back.

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