Page 88 of Biker Daddies

“I couldn’t help it,” he says, gripping my chin. “That mouth is heaven.” He crashes his lips on mine, our tongues caressing one another. I know he can taste himself. It doesn’t stop him. “I can go again too. That’s just a warm-up.”

“My turn.” Bane forces my head to the side and taps the tip of his head against my lips. “Open wide, Princess. Make me feel like royalty.”

My mouth is tingling and numb, but I don’t care. I do as he says, opening wide for him, and he slides across my tongue at the same time Alto thrust to the hilt.

I moan, the noise hugging Bane’s cock. He doesn’t take control. He’s careful because of his piercings, so I get to set the pace. I wrap a hand around the thick base, my fingers aren’t able to touch. I lick down his shaft, the rods of his piercings rubbing against my tongue. I suck the tip in, dipping my tongue into the slit and groaning when the warm metal presses against my taste buds.

His precum awakens me and I suck him with more vigor.

I whimper when Alto rams himself into me and I have no choice but to release Bane. His cock slips from my mouth and I cry out, digging my nails into Bane’s thighs as Alto fucks me.

“Oh my god, Alto! Oh god, oh god,” I chant, feeling my orgasm building again. It burns. My entire body burns.

“That’s it. Be a good girl and come all over my cock,” he praises, readjusting his angle to peg my G-spot. “I love this pussy. I love that we’re the only men who will ever have you.”

“Alto, please. Please, I need to come. Let me come,” I beg him.

“No,” he clips, ramming his hips once, twice, then moaning. “I changed my mind.” He fills me with his come and he isn’t even done when he pulls free. He drags himself up my body, come dripping from the slit and dribbling all over my body. “Clean me.”

Tears burn my eyes from how unfair they’re being. Bane settles between my legs next, slipping in easily through Alto’s come. I sob from how good he feels, hoping he lets me orgasm.

I lick Alto clean, tasting myself on him but getting a sample of him too.

“Good girl. Now, come for Bane. Let it all go, sweetheart. This won’t be the last time. You have so much to learn. We won’t stop fucking you until you agree not to put yourself in harm’s way.” Alto lifts from me, dropping to the side of the bed, and Bane takes that opportunity to flip me onto my stomach.

He presses his hand between my shoulders and pins me down, pushing my legs together, and I feel Alto’s come leak from me as Bane pushes back in.

“Harlow, Princess.” He curls over me, his hands clutching my shoulders for leverage to thrust into me harder.

He feels different in this position, bigger, wider, and his piercings rub against my walls. I can’t breathe. Bane is taking over me.

His lips find my ear, biting the lobe, and his warm breath kisses my cheek as he gasps from how good we feel.

How good I feel.

“I fucking love you,” he whispers so low only I can hear and I forget to breathe.

My fingers dig into the sheets, clutching them for dear life as he takes and gives pleasure.

I’m not sure if he means it. He picked a hell of a time to drop that bomb, especially since it’s so soon, but it feels right. He feels right.

I love him too.

“Don’t say it back,” he stops me before I can say anything.

I listen to him because I hear the emotion in his voice. He really doesn’t want me to say it back and I can’t help but think it’s because he might not believe me.

Not because of me, but because love isn’t something he has always felt.

“I’m obsessed with you,” he growls, gripping, clutching, digging his fingers into my ass until it hurts. “You’re mine. You’re all mine.” He pounds into me relentlessly and I cry out, unable to hold in my orgasm.

He slows, sliding in and out, in and out, before planting himself deep, groaning so low the baritone sways in deeper tones.

“Bane.” I reach for his hand, holding him to me while I ride the waves of pure ecstasy. My orgasm is long, hard, and drains me of all energy.

I sag against the bed and Bane kisses across my neck, down my spine, then slips out of me.

Colt is there next, pushing me onto my hands and knees. “I said I wasn’t done, and I meant it.” He uses my hair as reins, yanking me back until my shoulders are against his chest and he slides in deep.

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