Page 57 of Biker Daddies

She barely breaks away from Colt when I turn her head and own her mouth.

“That’s enough. Look at me. I want to see your face when I claim your cherry, Princess.”

Her big green eyes lock on mine and I smirk, turning her head by her chin. “You heard him, sweetheart.”

Bane thrusts in all the way and she whimpers, pressing her forehead against his shoulder.

“Oh fuck,” he groans loud. “You feel so amazing. I’ve never felt anything that feels as good as you, Princess.” He holds the back of her head and pulls her to his chest, his eyes squeezed shut as he tries to contain himself.

“You’re so big,” she whimpers.

He chuckles. “You can’t say things like that to me right now. I’m barely hanging on.” He leans away, cupping her jaw before taking her lips again. They kiss, getting lost, forgetting everything around them, when she begins to lean back.

She’s ready.

He doesn’t ask. Bane just begins to move, giving her slow and shallow thrusts.

“You’re doing so good,” Colt praises. “I bet it isn’t easy taking his cock. Is it?” The words are crooned into her ear.

“He feels amazing though.” She gasps when he begins to pick up the pace.

He sits up, spreading her legs so he can watch himself vanish in and out. Colt and I look down, noticing a hint of blood on his cock, but she moans, tweaking her own nipples as he fucks her.

“Bane,” she whimpers his name and his hips stutter. “The piercings.”

He yanks her closer to him, her pussy taking every inch, and she screams, her tits bouncing with every hard thrust. Bane holds her legs to his chest and I slither my hand between her legs, giving her clit attention again.

Colt straddles her face, shoving his cock into her mouth, then slides out.

I smirk and we take turns choking her throat until she gags. We stop when we both become close.

“Bane. I can’t. I can’t! It’s too much. I feel like…I feel…” She can’t speak. Her words are broken in a pleasurable turmoil.

He thrusts harder, faster, cursing under his breath. “Come with me, Princess. Come with me.”

They both shout at the same time and Bane drops onto his elbows, caging her head in, pushing himself as far as he can go while he comes.

“That’s it. Oh, goddamn it. Fuck.” He captures her mouth again, slowing his thrusts. He eases out, leaving her gasping for air. His cock drips come and her pussy is a mess, but he smirks. “I’ve never seen such a pretty sight.”

I nod to Colt and he flips her onto her stomach, sliding in easily since Bane went first.

“Fucking hell, so wet and tight.” He hammers into her, hard and fast without remorse and she’s crying out so loud.

“Does Colt feel good? You like having his cock, sweetheart?”

“So good. So long. Oh god, I can’t take anymore.”

I sneer into her face and yank her head back. “That’s too fucking bad because you still have me and I’m getting a taste of that pussy. You’re ours, Harlow. To do whatever we want with. Do you understand?”

Her eyes are glassy and her tits sway from the force of Colt’s thrusts.

“So damn good. Alto, just wait until you feel her. She’s made for us.”

“Fuck yes, she is,” Bane growls, his hand gently rubbing over his “Property of” tattoo on her ass.

Colt grips the ass cheek that isn’t sore with fresh ink, using the meat to fuck down onto his cock harder.

“Do you like being used, sweetheart? Do you like being passed around to the three of us, knowing we will take care of all your needs?” I ask her, getting a glimpse of Colt’s cock drenched in streaks of white.

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