Page 78 of Rider Daddies
There’s a finger moving through her folds to open up her pussy, but I don’t note who it belongs to. All I see is Lucia’s beautiful rose petals opening up, her tight wet hole glistening under the overhead light. Her moans echo in my ears like I’m listening to an angel sing.
My cock feels so fucking hard that it’s not even pointing outward anymore.
It’s pointing up.
I grip the table edge, reality starting to catch up with me.
“Age before beauty, is it?” I shout, darting over toward Ash to pull him away. “I’m going first, I already called it.”
“Actually no, you didn’t. I did.” Ash is too busy running his finger through Lucia’s slit to look at me.
“Son of a bitch.”
“Hey!” he snaps. “Remember we all have the same mother.”
“Had,” I feel it necessary to interject under my breath.
Ryder wraps his arms around Ash and pulls him away. “You think you’re better than everyone, don’t you?” He slams him against the wall. “You and your blue eyes and stoic beliefs. You think you deserve to go first just because you ‘looked after’ Saint and me. Guess what? That was your own choice. You self-appointed. Nobody forced you to take control, but you wanted to feel noble, didn’t you? I’ve fucking had enough.”
“May I remind you,” Ash says. “That you agreed to give me first dibs.”
I turn to Lucia while this is all going on.
Oh my sweet god.
Her legs are flayed open.
She’s touching herself, rubbing her clit while the three of us have our brotherly feud. She sees me looking at her pussy and catches my gaze, a devilish look in her eye.
With Ryder and Ash distracted, arguing over who deserves to go first, I shoot my shot and take the opportunity away from them both. My pants are off in seconds, pooling at my feet. I take out my cock, grab Lucia’s ankles to bring to me, and thrust straight inside of her.
Ash can get lost.
Thisis the loudest she has moaned.
Ever.
“Fuck, yeah.”
A master class couldn’t even prepare me for this moment. There’s no way I can last long. I’m at the pinnacle already, cum seconds away from shooting out.
It turns out that home isn’t the Venom Vultures clubhouse, or Nevada for that matter. Home is Lucia. The way her walls embrace me makes it feel like I’m home.
Like I belong.
Faintly, I hear the other two shut up, turning around to watch me fuck her. My first thought is that they’re giving Lucia exactly what she wants—a sibling audience.
But when I look over my shoulder to see them staring intently, I think differently.
“Look how well she’s taking him,” Ryder says, his voice faint.
I plunge back in, her hot walls instantly wrapping around my length.
“God, you’re so big,” she gasps.
“Moaning like that isn’t going to make it any smaller, sweetheart.”
I grab her hips, aroused at the sight of our molded bodies.
