Page 127 of Rider Daddies
Saint positions himself over my body and drives into me, watching my face the entire time. The eye contact takes me by surprise. I knew those big brown eyes were good for something. As he fucks me, I stare into them like I’m looking straight into his soul. Out of the three of them, Saint is the one that guards it the least.
My moans grow higher in pitch.
I wonder if I’ve become his favorite song.
He cages me between the mattress and his body, forehead pressed against mine as we heave together, both chasing a high.
Mine is right around the corner…again.
Our faces are so close that I smell my scent on his lips from when he had them between my legs.
“Oh my fuck!”
“Are you gonna finish again, sweetheart?”
I don’t know how he has the strength to speak. Arousal has immobilized every single part of my anatomy, my voice box included.
As if to get a response out of me, Saint tweaks my bare nipples, pebbling them even harder than they already are.
I’m surprised how well he can muti-task. He’s not just fucking me. He’s also sketching circles around my areolas.
“That’s a good girl.”
The fun doesn’t stop there.
I gasp at the sudden force that takes hold of my legs. Looking up, I see Ash taking a break from his dick to reposition my legs.
It’s impossible to move. Both of my ankles are locked, held in place by Ash as he watches me get fucked by his younger brother.
You couldn’t write this shit.
My legs are so far apart that I’m almost in a middle-split yoga position. Ash stares at the spot between my legs like it’s the only thing in this world he can see. His hands on my ankles, his dick left alone, throbbing. Don’t even get me started on the thick vein, even more prominent than before.
And then he says something unpredictable to Saint.
“Get out of her.”
“Are you insane?”
“Maybe a little.” Ash’s voice turns arctic. “But she needs to learn to beg.”
It feels like day one all over again.
“What?” Saint hisses. Every single fine line on his face is cutting deep into his skin, teeth gritted. “I’m so fucking close.”
“I don’t care. Lucia has had it too easy.”
“Too easy?” I scoff. “Do you want me to hop back onto the stretcher again?”
“I want to hear it come out of your mouth.”
“Kinda in the middle of something here, Ash.”
Saint grunts and finally slides out of me. After all, hewasthe one who suggested for me to sing for my supper.
“Is this a joke? I’m about to?—”
“Beg.” Ash’s voice booms through the room. Even my bones start to rattle.
