Page 28 of Rider Daddies
Her nectar shines in the overhead lighting, making everything glossy. In the center of her opened rose petals is, quite literally, gold.
I see my invitation.
I’ll end up frying both my cock and balls if I don’t look away…
But I can’t.
Her tiny hole pulsates open, ready to take us.
God, the sight of her is unreal. Maybe we should take a photograph—make the moment last forever. From this day forward, I’ll be going to bed every night without fail thinking about her. Maybe one time won’t hurt. She can’t look this good and expect us to do nothing about it.
Saint removes his belt and then presses it to Lacey’s pussy. She starts grinding on the leather, practically singing. Her moans are getting louder.
“What are you doing?” I take the leather belt away, and Lacey whimpers. “We’re not supposed to be pleasuring her.”
“Yeah,” Saint says. “Plan averted. Enjoy the show. Watch how fucking good she looks grinding up against my belt.” He tries to put it back, but I tighten my grip, shoving him away.
My finger catches something wet and hot.
Her juices.
For this next part, I make sure to give her intense eye contact, making a show of it as I lick her wetness from the belt. She tastes like honey, but there’s an undertaste of something else. Something much darker that activates the animal in me.
A primal urge kicks in.
I’m fucking her. Now.
Saint lowers his pants. “Turn away, boys. You’re my brothers and I love you, but I’d rather not have you see my cock.”
I barge into Saint. “Get the fuck out of here, asshole. I have first dibs.”
“Get over yourself.”
“Fuck off. I’ve had it the worst here. Do you know how hard it was on me to bring the two of you fuckers up without?—?”
“It’s hot when you argue over me,” Lacey says. “I think it’s time you each get naked and show me just how much you want me.”
“Which one of us would you like first, baby?” Ryder asks.
Great.
Trust Ryder to get involved.
“Oh, I don’t care,” she heaves. “Just shut up and get inside of me, one of you.”
I shove the other two off and pull off my own belt. If these two bastards don’t pack it in, I’ll loop this thing around their necks until they drop down like domesticated dogs and surrender.
Ryder always gets what he wants; it’s been this way since the beginning of time. You give someone the high school “jock” title, and they think they rule the world.
Saint, despite the name, is no St. Michael the Archangel. He listens to too much music and it’s deafened him. The only word he understands isme.
Classic younger brother mentality, thinking that the world revolves around them.
News flash—it doesn’t.
I gave up my hopes and dreams of making it to the military for these two bastards. The least they can do is thank me for it and let me be the first to fuck Lacey.
They put up a good fight, I’ll give them that. But it’s not enough.
