Page 87 of Biker Daddies

“I know what you three are doing,” I nearly pant, my body burning with desire.

Colt slips his shirt off next, lean miles of muscle like a swimmer’s body on display. “Whatever do you mean?” he teases.

“You know exactly what I mean.” My mouth falls open when Bane’s fingers find my nipples, beaded and sensitive from desire.

“I don’t know. Maybe you should tell us,” Bane practically purrs, wrapping his lips around one of the peaks.

“You’re trying to distract me. I can….” I groan when his teeth lightly nibble the aching bead at the same time my pants are tugged down.

“You can what?” Colt tries to remind me of what I was saying as his hand cups my pussy and his fingers slide over my entrance.

“Unfair,” I moan.

“Sweetheart, when are you going to learn?” Alto replaces Colt’s hand, but Alto pushes my knees apart and slides a finger inside me to the knuckle. “We don’t play or fight fair.”

I reach for the headboard and groan, arching my back when he slides out, only to add another finger to stretch me further as he slides the skilled digits into me once more.

“So damn tight. I wouldn’t believe you’d take three cocks. This pussy is made just for us, isn’t it?”

I nod, turning my head to the left to see Colt stroking himself as his eyes slide down every part of my body.

“I can be…” I lick my lips, my gaze is locked on the tip of his cock, noticing the precum pooling at the slit. My mouth waters for a taste and my body betrays me because of it. Not only am I wetter watching him, but I drop my arms and try to reach him.

I open my mouth, and he takes a step back, fucking his fist harder and faster.

“You can be what?” he asks me, and I don’t even remember what I was trying to say before.

“I don’t know.” A sharp whimper leaves me when Alto slips in another finger, curls them, and hits that spot inside me that has my thighs shake. “Alto!”

“There it is,” he hums in satisfaction, hitting the same spot over and over again until broken sounds of lust are escaping me and I can’t catch my breath.

“Oh god,” I sing, climbing higher, my orgasm building and building, and right as I’m about to tip over the edge…

He removes his fingers.

“Alto! I was so close,” I whine, and Colt slams his cock into my mouth just as I’m about to complain again.

“Hush, sweetness,” he says, moving my hair out of my face to watch my lips wrap around him. “You know we will take care of you. You know we always know what’s best,” he croons, his tongue flicking over his bottom lip.

It’s cruel what they are doing. They want to get me blissed out of my mind so I forget the thought of using myself as bait.

It’s working, but when the buzz of the orgasm and want fades, I’ll remember, and I won’t go back on my decision. It’s a clever idea. If they put a tracker on me of some sort for if things go south, they can find me. Do I want to be kidnapped? No.

I know they would come for me though. And if someone is hurting a bunch of innocent women, then I need to do something about it.

“Hey. Focus on me. I must not be fucking your mouth hard enough.” Colt grabs the sides of my head, forcing me to stop sucking him down. He flexes his hips, punching his cock into my mouth until it hits the back of my throat.

I choke, coughing over his long length, and he grunts, tossing his head back as he uses my mouth how he wants. My hands flatten on his thighs, using them as support while he picks up his pace. Spit dribbles down my chin and I can’t swallow because he doesn’t allow me enough time between thrusts.

“Fuck, I’m going to come,” Colt warns, his fingers tightening in my hair.

My scalp burns from how hard he pulls.

“That’s it. Fuck, Harlow. Yes, this mouth,” he growls as his release floods my throat.

I suck him down, loving how good he tastes. He’s delicious.

“Already, brother? I’m surprised you didn’t want to wait until you were inside her,” Alto says, settling between my legs and guiding his cock to my entrance.

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