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He huffed out a laugh, pressing forward just an inch before pinning me with a dark stare. “I'm the furthest fucking thing from a gentleman right now.”
“Prove it,” I challenged him.
T-Bone was so sweet, a giant teddy bear of a man who was always respectful and protective of me. I'd seen glimpses of his darker side and knew he was capable of unspeakable violence. He wouldn't be an MC president if he wasn't.
I wanted some of that darkness now. I didn't want my warm, kind protector. I wanted him to defile me.
T-Bone answered my challenge with a growl and a surge of his hips that pulled a cry from my throat. He was fully inside in a single thrust, and I felt split in half in the best possible way.
“Be careful what you ask for, little lady.” He held my waist in a bruising grip, hands clamping down as he dragged the full length of his cock from me before slamming it back in.
“Fuck!” I screamed, hands scrambling for Grudge, the bike, anything to keep me on solid ground.
T-Bone fucked me with a few more punishing thrusts, each deep drive of his cock into me feeling like it was pushing the air out of my lungs. Then he slowed, studying me while his hips rolled fluidly. “Too much?”
“No,” I panted, grasping at his muscular forearms. “Don't stop. Please.”
The corner of his mouth ticked up as he slammed home, grunting in satisfaction at the resulting scream he pulled from me. “That's my girl. She can take all of me.” His head threw back as he picked up the pace, and I wished I could bite the sexy column of his throat.
Grudge's hands held my breasts, teasing my nipples into hard peaks and countering the rough rocking and slamming as T-Bone fucked me. It was all I could do just to hold on, just to take and feel and relish in one of my men using my body.
I didn't see Dyno at my side until he cupped my jaw, turning my head to look at him. “Your mouth is hanging open,” he teased, running his thumb along my lip. “Would you like me to put something in it?”
“Yes!” I cried, tongue already out and seeking him. My lips had sealed around the silky head of his cock by the time T-Bone slammed into me again, and my scream was muffled by a full mouth.
“Ohh, yes. You are incredible.” Dyno cupped a hand around the back of my head, and I melted at the praise. He made me feel so confident and sexy, any nervousness I had was gone the first time we were together.
Dyno's other hand smoothed down my body, reaching between my legs to where T-Bone continued to destroy me in the best way. His fingers spread, stroking my lips and the sides of T-Bone's cock as he glided through me.
“Oh fuck, D. No, don't. Don't touch me yet,” T-Bone grunted over the smacks of his hips against my thighs. “It's too fucking good, I don't want to come yet.”
“Suit yourself,” Dyno chuckled. His hand inched higher until his fingers skimmed over my clit. He pressed down, making small circles on my slick flesh while I bucked and moaned.
“Do you like that, sweet girl?” His voice came from above me, teasing and musical, like a filthy angel.
I took more of him down my throat in reply, addicted to the length of solid muscle and smooth skin, how it twitched and pulsed on my tongue. Why did it turnmeon so much to please him with my mouth? Or maybe it was the combination of everything—the delicious, rough fucking, a hand on my clit, more hands on my body, and a man's cock in my mouth.
I felt like a filthy whore, and Ilovedit. If my father knew what I was doing now, he would die on the spot and then spin a few dozen times in his grave.
But he was the furthest thing from my mind as T-Bone's cock hit me in a spot again and again that sent pleasure lighting me up from the inside. Dyno's ministrations on my clit built upon that sensation, sending it to my nipples, my fingers, my toes. Everything started spasming as I climbed toward orgasm. Even T-Bone's furious rhythm stuttered as I squeezed around him.
“Oh goddamn it, fuck. She's so close to coming,” he hissed through his teeth, staring at me hungrily. “Little lady, you will be the death of me.”
I couldn't answer with my mouth full of cock, so I moaned louder, squeezing around his waist with my thighs to pull him forward. He was inside me, fucking me so hard that the slaps of our bodies echoed across the desert, and I still needed more.
“She's gonna make me come too,” Dyno groaned. His supportive hand on the back of my head turned into a fist, sending tingles along my scalp as he swelled in my mouth.
Oh yes, yes!I sucked him even more vigorously, my free hand finding his balls and massaging the heavy sac. The animalistic moan he let out was such a sexy rumble, I swore I felt it vibrate over my clit.
“If you're trying to get me off first, gorgeous,” he rasped, “it won't work.”
He changed…something about how he was rubbing my clit, but I couldn’t tell what. All I knew was that the waves of pleasuresoaredin intensity. What was, at first, a gradual climb had turned into a hurtling race to a peak. There was no stopping the momentum, and I shattered with the full force of my release. I lost all control of my body and let the pleasure ride me like a woman possessed.
I could barely hear the grunts and curses of my men over the rush of blood to my ears. T-Bone’s length remained inside me, so deliciously solid and hot for my body to grasp and squeeze. Dyno, on the other hand, spilled his release over my tongue just as I saw the other side of the peak. I swore the jerks of his cock and the salty taste of him stretched my orgasm out even longer.
I was breathless, heart racing, achingly sensitive, and covered in sweat. My men didn’t fare much better. Dyno staggered as he withdrew from my mouth, clutching one of the bike’s handlebars for support.
And still, I wanted more.
