Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Thunder takes one ankle in each hand, pushing my legs back as he fucks me with determination. His steady, dominant nature comes to the forefront as he fills me, claiming me as his with every sharp slap of his hips against my ass.
Lightning straddles my chest just below my breasts, getting in between my knees held back by his twin. His cock waves proud over me, and he's got a little bottle in his hands. “It's a good thing we travel prepared. I've wanted to do this since the first time I fucking saw you in your wedding dress. It really showed off those pretty tits.” He grins while he gives the bottle a squeeze, pushing out cool, gooey liquid into the valley between my breasts and onto his dick. “Stroke it a little, spread it around,” he orders.
Feeling naughty, I explore his full length with my fingers and palms until everything is glistening with lube. It feels so nice to stroke him like this, with barely any friction, just slippery skin on slippery skin. He cups the outsides of my breasts in his big hands and grins at me. “Put it in between.”
I do, and he leans forward and traps his big cock between my breasts. Hips moving in a fluid, erotic dance, he fucks me in this new, kind of kinky way. He's so long that the tip almost hits my chin, so I stick my tongue out and give it a swipe.
“Oh fuck,” he groans. “You're perfect, babe.”
Then Shadow gets my attention, pressing his hardness back against my lips as he pulls my head to the side. I let him in, loving the taste of his skin on my tongue as I do my best to please him while Thunder and Lightning take their pleasure from my body.
Thunder's steady, hard thrusts are bringing me closer and closer to the edge, making me lose focus on anything but him and where we’re joined. Could a single man beat this? With four lovers, having multiple orgasms is practically a requirement.
But it's Lightning who loses control first, his grip on my breasts tightening and his strokes coming faster. “Fuck,” he hisses, right before thick, white cum sprays all over my breasts and throat, even some spattering against my chin. He keeps thrusting as he comes, marking me very visibly as his.
“Goddamn, girl,” Shadow growls, filling my mouth with his own slippery cream. It spills from between my lips, running down my chin and dripping to join Lightning's on my chest. I’m a complete mess, but it’s hard to mind when I see them looking at me like I’m their own personal goddess.
“Fuck, that's hot,” groans Thunder as Shadow and Lightning pull aside, and he gets the full view of me covered in their cum.
I look up at him, eyes wide but barely seeing. Thunder drives home hard and fast. I hold my sticky breasts to steady them as he jackhammers me back and forth. My mouth opens in a soundless scream and then we come together, his low groan under my high pitched scream. My whole body clenches around him and his hard dick swells inside me. Again, I tumble over that final edge, quivering under him with my eyes tightly shut and my whole world shrunk down to only the amazing sensations coursing through me.
Absolutely amazing.
When I open my eyes, Thunder's withdrawing, though his chocolate eyes are still dark with passion. I'd keep him in me forever if I could.
“Looks like you need another shower,” Shadow says with a laugh, but he gets a washcloth from the bathroom and wipes me off gently, first my face, then working his way down my throat and across my chest.
“Wow.” It's all I've got. They fucked the words out of me.
Shadow’s phone rings. He sighs but goes to look. “Yeah? Fuck, what? No, fucking stay with me, Carnell! You can’t… fuck!”
34
HARPER
Riding with my four bikers is exhilarating, but riding with the full strength of the Screaming Eagles is like being a part of an army on the move.
My arms are around Outlaw, riding behind him for the first time. His bike is blood red with black trim and has the roughest ride of the four of them, at least as far as I can tell. But I think maybe he likes it that way, sporty and rough. I don't mind. It feels like him, and gives me an excuse to hold on even tighter.
Surrounding us, in a triangular formation, are the rest of my boys, Shadow in front, Thunder on my right and Lightning on the left. I'm protected. They gave me a bulletproof vest, which helps too.
Eagle-eye's here, and he brought what's got to be close to the whole club. The rumble of God knows how many bikes echoes off the tall buildings around us, making it impossible to talk, even though we're not going that fast. Our smaller group didn’t warrant a look when we came into town, but nobody can ignore this many. The Diamond Oasis rises like a bad dream in front of us.