Page 72 of Biker Daddies

“No. I want this. I need to feel you both. I need to know you’re okay.”

“What about Alto? Shouldn’t he be here?” Bane asks.

“He’s asleep. I didn’t want to wake him.” She kisses down Bane’s chest, careful not to bump his arm.

Our shirts are already off because of the bandages. She rubs Bane’s erection tenting his sweatpants and he quietly grunts.

“Fuck, maybe we shouldn’t,” I say, freeing my cock from my gym shorts.

“Shut up,” she purrs, swaying her ass in the air. “I want to make you both feel so much better.” She reaches into Bane’s pants and frees his cock. The piercings glint in the low light of the lamp, and she strokes him while reaching back to take me in her hand.

I grab the pillow and shove it over my face, moaning into it.

“Take her, Colt. I’ll have her sinful little mouth to keep her quiet.” Bane doesn’t waste any time. He grabs her by the throat and hauls her in for a kiss, his scars getting lost in the movement.

I tug down her shorts, rubbing my hand over the curve of her ass, and hum in delight.

“So goddamn perfect,” I whisper against her neck while she kisses Bane, then guide my cock into her from behind.

I don’t seek her entrance at first. I want to get her wet. I want to feel her pussy drip onto my shaft as she gets lost in the want for me. Her legs are pushed together and I slip through the space between her pussy and her thighs.

I plaster myself against her back, my breaths hot and broken against her neck as I slide out, then back in.

“Fuck,” I groan, feeling the outside of her pussy slide against my length.

The tip presses against her clit with every stroke and small whimpers leave her, but Bane is there, eagerly eating them up so they don’t wake a soul.

I reach around, drifting my hand between her legs and slip a finger between her folds to find her clit. Her body jerks when I land on the sensitive button. Smiling against her neck as if I just won the jackpot, I pinch it, and she rips her mouth away from Bane to suck in a needy breath.

“Oh my god. Oh god,” she whispers, burying her face against Bane’s shoulder.

I time my rhythm, circling her clit while thrusting against it with my cock so she never goes a second without being stimulated.

“Such a dirty girl, wanting to fool around under the same roof as her dad. You love the idea of getting caught, don’t you?” Bane asks, kissing down her throat.

She holds in another whine, nodding her head vigorously.

“Sweetness, you feel so good like this. You could make me come and I’m not even inside you,” I whisper moan, digging my fingers into her ass while I glide in and out. “Do you think I could get you off like this? Do you think you could come all over my cock? Just. Like. This.” I punctuate the words, thrusting every point I’m trying to make.

“Yes! I’m so close. Don’t stop.”

“Shhh, Princess. That was a little too loud. Are you trying to get us in trouble? I think you need something to do.” He bites her bottom lip before getting onto his knees and sliding his hand around to the back of her head. “Suck my cock like a good girl so we don’t have to punish you for waking the entire house.”

Her hand wraps around his thick base and she sucks him down, immediately gagging on his large length. She groans, but it’s stifled from her mouth being full which was a good call on Bane’s part. I keep thrusting and she pushes her ass against me which changes the direction of my cock.

With full force, I drive inside her tight heat, biting my lip so hard to keep myself from cursing, I draw blood. The metallic taste of iron slips down my throat as I plaster my mouth closed to not shout my pleasure for all to hear.

We fill her, nothing but the sounds of skin slapping fills the room, and I bite her shoulder. I clutch her hip, bringing her ass against my pelvis while I hammer into Harlow.

“She’s playing with my piercings. Oh, fuck. Harlow,” Bane sneers in a low, hushed tone. “You’re going to make me come if you keep doing that.” Bane tilts his head back and his tongue flicks along his lips, the ring getting caught between his teeth as he plays with it.

Whatever she’s doing, she doesn’t stop, because Bane begins to fuck her face. “You want me to come? I’ll come,” he snarls. “I’ll come until you can’t breathe.”

She chokes, gags, and coughs while being hammered at both ends.

My body burns with pain. The road rash on my arms begins to sting, but nothing will stop me from taking her, from claiming what’s mine, and from losing myself in how fucking good and perfect she feels.

“Harlow!” Bane grits through clenched teeth.

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