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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"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans. "I'm gonna start moving now. Yeah?"

I nod eagerly. "Definitely yeah."

I thought I knew what to expect, but once he actually starts moving, it's a whole new world. The push and pull is so good that tears spring to my eyes. When he's all the way in, I feel stretched so good, and when he's out, I want him back. And as he settles into a steady rhythm, my hips move to meet him all on their own. I was worried I wouldn't have any idea of what to do, but instinct has that covered.

His thrusts grow harder, making my breasts wobble, but Tex and Riot are there to secure me with their talented mouths, and pretty quickly I fall into the rhythm. Stroking them while Ghost fucks me feels like a natural extension of our making love. I'm not sure I'm doing such a great job, but I get no complaints, and they do most of the work, setting their own speed as they thrust into my fists.

The four of us move as a unit, speeding together towards a finish line only we can see. Ghost’s thrusts turn short and ragged, the sound of his hips against mine loud in the bedroom. Riot reaches down, and when his fingers find my aching clit, it's all over for me.

I come hard around Ghost's thick cock, moaning and squeezing my eyes tight as my orgasm hits. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids, a rainbow of color in the blackness. And then Ghost groans from deep in his throat and pushes all the way in one last time, coming so hard I can feel the pulse down his full length. It’s so hot to think about his cock doing what I watched Riot’s do, but inside me. A tiny, and really stupid part of my brain wishes he wasn't wearing the condom so I could feel it, all of it, but this is amazing enough in itself.

I melt into the bed, my stomach muscles actually a little achy after coming twice so close to each other. It's like I've been doing crunches. In a way, I guess I have. I giggle.

"You better not be laughing at me, girl," Ghost growls. It only makes me laugh more, which makes my core tighten around him, and he definitely feels it. "Oh, Jesus fuck." He pulls out, making me let out a soft moan as his thickness leaves me. I miss it already.

"So…" Tex runs a finger down along my side, tracing my shape, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He's still hard as steel. "You worn out then?"

Reaching out, I slide my fingers gently over his swollen tip. He hisses as I trace a line around the pronounced ridge. "Maybe not quite," I tease. Feeling a little more confident now that I know how good it feels.

He laughs as he shifts to get between my legs. "Damn fucking straight." As soon as he's wrapped, he pours a little lube into his hand and gets himself extra slick before gently pushing in. I'm more ready this time, and Tex doesn’t have to start as slow as Ghost. He buries himself to the hilt in one long, slow thrust, watching me closely the whole time.

I close my eyes and moan his name as his hips hit mine. It’s similar but not, his shape not quite the same, filling me slightly differently than Ghost. Still breathtaking, just different. I'm amazed I can tell the difference.

"Fuck, that's good," he moans, as he starts to move. "You were fucking made for us."

I reach for Ghost and find his muscular thigh, digging my fingers into it. He brushes my hair out of my face and leans in for more of those soul-touching kisses of his. My other hand finds Riot's washboard abs, and I move south until his eager hardness is in my palm. I stroke him in time with Tex's thrusts. As natural as breathing, we’re moving together again.

I move my hips in time with Tex, drawing in all of him that I can, wanting him deeper, harder… just more. Maybe I’m greedy, but it feels so good. For the third time tonight, I feel the flames building. It’s different now. My nerves are raw and it almost feels like I’m going to come in spite of myself. Every thick inch of him is stroking me from the inside. He's right there with me, braced on his strong, tattooed arms, panting and groaning.

"You're too fucking much, honey," he growls, driving deep and hard until his dick pulses inside me.

I imagine him pumping it all out, filling me until I’m an absolute mess. That's almost enough to tip me all the way over, but not quite. Tex lowers himself in a slow pushup that makes the coiled muscles in his arms and across his chest tense. He kisses between my breasts, over my collarbone, along my neck and down my jaw, right up until he reaches my lips and presses close. God, he tastes good. When he pulls away, I run my tongue along my lips, wanting to keep tasting him that way.


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