Outlaws Property – Biker Reverse Harem Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, Erotic, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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I'm not going to last long. There's no way with all of this.

Pressure builds inside me, like a volcano preparing to erupt. My breathing comes faster and faster. There isn’t enough air. My climax is… right… there.

“Oh Fuck! God!” I scream as my thighs squeeze tight around Tex's head and I come apart in a thousand pieces.

I'm drowning. I'm flying. I'm falling.

There are no words to fully describe that fleeting feeling of momentarily being one with everything in creation and flying among the stars, but it’s addictive. With the way they touch me, kiss me, lick me…

I’m going to crave this high every day for the rest of my life.

With a gasp, I collapse onto the bed, my thighs releasing Tex instead of trying to rip his head off. Do I pass out? I'm not sure, but when I open my eyes, they're all looking at me.

“There you are, honey.” Tex's grin is wide. He's looking real happy with himself. And he has every reason to be.

"You're amazing," I breathe.

"And we're only getting started," Riot says, taking himself in hand and stroking as his hungry gaze rakes over my naked body.

But it's Ghost who moves between my legs. Instead of putting his mouth there, it's his cock. Not in me, just resting it on the outside, on the mound, but his intention is obvious. His gaze is lust-darkened, gray bordering on black. A nervous shiver races through me.

"Ready to learn something new?" he rumbles.

It's a big step, and I want it. I really do, but I'm scared too.

Apparently my reluctance is obvious. He strokes the outside of my thigh gently. Sparks trail his fingertips wherever he touches me, so I have to focus to listen. "Not gonna force you, baby girl." Ghost's voice is calm, soothing. Comforting. And underneath it all, there's a need aching to break out. "Nobody gets to control you anymore. Not even us. Not without your permission."

Freedom.

The idea is so unfamiliar to me, I almost have a hard time making my mouth form the word. But I want this. I really want this. "Show me."

He smiles, wide and genuine, without holding any of himself back. His fingers on my thigh spread wide, then he bends down and kisses my breasts, first one, then the other. His cock nudges the inside of my thigh as he moves, making me draw a soft gasp.

Riot tosses something that Ghost catches and opens with the tearing of plastic, before he covers himself. God, I'm so naive. I didn't even think about protection. No wonder Bonnie made that comment when I first got here. These men are dangerous in more ways than one.

Tex lies down next to me, taking my hand in his and wrapping it around his cock as he leans in to kiss me on the neck. "Hold on tight, honey," he says with a chuckle.

Riot drops on the other side, capturing my breast in his big hand. His thumb flicks over my nipple. “You look so fucking hot right now.”

I reach for his steel hard dick, giving it a squeeze before dragging my nails lightly over that soft skin. He hisses with pleasure.

Ghost takes himself in hand. He slides the thick head of his cock slowly up and down through my folds, spreading my slickness all around and over himself. The anticipation is killing me. I squeeze Riot and Tex. How many other girls have emotional support cocks to keep them busy while they wait for their first time? I struggle to keep a straight face, because I don't want any of the guys thinking that I'm laughing at them.

And then Ghost moves, and I forget all about it.

He goes slow, his hips moving in a sinuous wave as the pressure turns to an ache and I feel myself opening for him and around him. I’m so wet, and beyond ready, but it’s still a tight fit. Not pain, but an odd discomfort. The sensation of my body readjusting itself as it learns what I’m capable of.

Riot kisses my breast, then up my chest, over my collarbone, laying down a trail up into my neck. At the same time, Tex starts right behind my ear, then kisses his way in the opposite direction, towards the other breast. And all the while, Ghost works his thick length into me, inch by inch, letting me feel the stretch, and then pulling back before going a little farther. Each time I’m sure I’ve taken all I can, and each time he proves me wrong.

And then he's in. All the way.

"God yes," I moan, which turns into a little gasp as Riot nibbles my ear. "Don't stop." It's like he's made for me, like a lock and key. It's so tight that I can feel the blood pulsing through his length in a steady thrum as he just holds himself deep inside.


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