Page 55 of Biker Daddies

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” Colt says, bringing her back to suck his cock.

Her tongue twirls around the shaft and her hand cups his sack, palming them gently.

“Sweetness, you’re going to make me come.” Colt pulls away. “Alto, switch. I want to taste her pussy.”

“Not yet.” I spread her lips with my fingers and flick, roll, and nibble her clit. “Not until she comes and I can drink her down.” I push another finger in, pumping her hard until she can’t focus on anything other than crying out my name.

Bane and Colt don’t ignore her. They lavish her body with kisses and bites, playing with her breasts.

Finally, she comes, pulsating around my finger. Her entire body spasms and her screams become louder.

I love it. I love to know I can make her sing.

She’s soaking wet by the time I slide my fingers out and I hum, sucking them into my mouth so I don’t waste a drop. “You taste so good, sweetheart.” A bead of precum pools on the tip of my cock and I swipe it, then rub it against her lips.

“So do you,” she moans.

Colt flips her onto her stomach, pushing her head off the mattress, and eats her pussy from the back.

“Oh, Colt! Oh fuck.”

I shut her up by fucking my cock into her mouth until she’s gagging and choking.

“I’m going to come. She feels so good.”

“No,” Bane growls, eyes locked on his property patch tattoo on the curve of her ass while he strokes himself. “Save it.”

My nostrils flare at his words. I know exactly what he means.

At the last second, before I fill her mouth and spill down her throat, I free myself from the divine sin of her lips. I watch her face morph with pleasure, spit dripping from her bottom lip from sucking my cock. My fingers run through her hair as Colt has his way with her, his nose lost in the crease of her ass as he buries his face in her pussy.

“Does he feel good, sweetheart?” I slowly stroke my cock, needing some type of relief. “Is he going to make you come?”

She nods, burying her head in the mattress and fisting the blankets.

“I want to hear it,” Bane demands. “I want to hear you cry out for us.”

I lift her head by her hair. “You heard the man.” I bend down to get close to her face. “Cry out for us.”

“God, I can’t!” she shouts, reaching for my cock again. “I want more. Oh, Colt!”

I look down to see what he’s doing and he has slipped a finger in her pussy.

His eyes roll to the back of his head when he feels how tight she is. “Fuck, she’s tight,” he groans. “Maybe she’s right. We might not fit.” He smirks, slipping in another finger. “It’s going to be so fun trying.” He finger-fucks her faster and hearing her moans has my cock leaking precum.

I swipe the tip, then shove my fingers in her mouth to give her something to suck. If I plunge my cock between her lips, I’ll come, and Bane is right.

We have to save every drop because it belongs inside her. We have to mark her, claim her, breed her, and then she’ll be ours forever.

Her cries become louder and Bane grunts, fucking his fist faster the more she shouts her pleasure, then he lets himself go. He’s edging himself. The sick fuck. I couldn’t do it.

“That’s it, sweetness. Come for me. Let’s get you ready for your first cock. You have to be nice and wet.” Colt adds a third finger, lifts her onto her knees, and presses her back against his chest. He kisses down her neck and Bane immediately dives for her tits. “Look at Bane,” Colt orders. “Does it make you feel good knowing how much he wants you? He doesn’t do this, you know. He must want this pretty little pussy so much.”

“Bane.” His name is broken as it leaves her lips and he looks up at her with his deep brown eyes as he sucks one of her tight red cherries into his mouth.

I settle next to Bane, my fingers finding her clit, rubbing and pinching to get her to come.

“Fuck!” she shouts, her body doubling over, but Colt keeps her upright.

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