Biker Chicks: An Anthology of Hot MC Romance (20 page)

As the two kissed and Hope came down from the intense orgasm, Brandy scooted her body closer and closer to Trask’s thick cock. She needed it more than she needed his mouth. She needed it more than anything. As soon as she caught sight of it, Brandy could only think about taking his cock between her lips. Spinning over on the bed, Brandy opened wide and took his length into her mouth. He twitched as her lips surrounded him. She sucked hard all the way up to his tip, pulling something guttural from inside of him. Hope reached down and took his balls in her hand, massaging and rolling them as the pretty girl sucked him off.

The couple kept kissing as their third worked Trask’s shaft. Brandy couldn’t get over just how big he was. She had never worked so hard to suck a man’s cock in all her life. She felt a deep need to please him and to take his cock as deep as she could. Pushing forward, she opened her throat and did her best to make his entire length disappear inside of her mouth. With a few inches to spare, her gag reflex kicked in, and she coughed, sliding him out. A little trail of spit hung from the tip of his cock to her soft, supple lips.

“Sorry,” she managed.

Trask looked down to her big eyes, “Girl, you ain’t got a fuckin’ thing to be sorry about, just get back to work.” He reached down, working his fingers into her hair. Pushing her back to his cock, he was pleased to see her open wide and take him inside her mouth again.
She’ll learn
, he thought. He returned to sliding his own tongue back into Hope’s mouth. His hand was at his girl’s pussy, teasing the entrance to her sweetness. He loved the look in Hope’s eyes, and he knew she was loving the look in his. She always loved to look up while she sucked Trask’s cock, and now she could see that beautiful pain from a different perspective.

Hope looked down at Brandy, “I can’t wait to see this little girl get a big, fat biker cock. She won’t know what drilled her.”

There was a look of sheer desire in Brandy’s eyes, and she bit her bottom lip and looked up at Trask. She was more than ready. He stepped forward, his meaty sword in his hand. Brandy’s legs quivered even before he filled her.

Hope twisted Brandy’s nipples the second that Trask shoved his cock inside. She screamed out, pleasure tearing at her soul. Her eyes opened wide, and she saw the couple smiling above her. He was big. Brandy had never been stretched like that before in her life, and she wasn’t ready for it. Waves of pleasure flowed over her body, and before she knew it, an orgasm was overtaking her.

There had only been one or two times in Brandy’s life where penetration alone had caused her to come. The feeling took her completely by surprise as Trask thrust his length inside of her. She cried out, the pain from her nipples being twisted only fueling the fire.

“Damn, baby. That didn’t take long at all, did it?” Trask had one hell of a confident smile on his face. He had barely thrust forward and made the girl come. He felt like a fucking stallion.

Hope had a wide smile on her face, too. “Jesus. I knew you were good, Trask, but not that good!” The couple laughed.

Brandy could barely hear the words being spoken as she writhed and reeled on the bed. Her ears were ringing and her body was on fire. “More,
more
.” She somehow managed to spit those words out.

Trask winked at his girl and said, “Who am I to deny pleasure? You’re about to be fucked like you’ve never been fucked before.”

The biker thrust forward, sheathing his entire length inside of Brandy. She cried out, the orgasm still subsiding inside of her body. Soon Hope had her arms wrapped around Brandy’s hot body as Trask slammed into the bartender’s body over and over again.

She found it so sexy to watch her man fuck another girl. Trask had sweat on his forehead, and his chest was beginning to glisten, bringing his tattoos to life. He had never looked hotter. One of Hope’s hands disappeared between her legs as she watched Trask fuck Brandy.

The sexy little bartender could barely think straight. She loved it. The sensation was something she hadn’t felt before in her life. She had been crying out, begging him for more, but now all she could do was moan. It was as if her brain had turned off, and all she could experience was the pleasure of being fucked by such a big dick.

A new pressure was swelling inside of her, and for the first time in her life, Brandy was going to have a second orgasm from penetration. Her fingers hadn’t even come anywhere close to touching her clit. She gasped for breath as Trask’s thrusts shifted her back and forth on the bed.

When Trask slid his cock out of Brandy, she almost cried. After feeling so full and so stretched, the feeling of being empty was devastating. It was so bad, she said something she instantly regretted.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” The second that the words left her mouth, Brandy clamped a hand over that rude mouth.

She thought he would get mad, but instead, a wide smile came to Trask. He looked demonic. “Since I can do whatever the fuck I want, I’m going to bend my sexy girl over and fuck her from behind while you eat her out. Any problems with that?”

Brandy was quick to shake her head no. She had seen Trask get angry at the bar, but she had never experienced that anger firsthand, his sly smile said he wasn’t anywhere near pissed off for real and that reassured her. He was like a god looming over her.

Hope had never been more turned on in her life. Sharing her man with another beautiful woman was one thing, but watching them fight for control was mind blowing. She had gone from teasing herself to working herself up to a powerful climax. One thrust from her manly biker, and she’d be done for.

Not wanting to get on his bad side like the silly little bartender, Hope spun around in a hurry and dropped down on all fours on the bed. She looked back to see Trask get in place behind her. Before he slid in, one of his hands found her hair. His strong fingers buried deep inside and ran his fingers over Hope’s scalp. She shivered with pleasure as electricity shot down her back. Then he slid inside her wetness.

Trask didn’t waste any time ramping up to full speed. He loved fucking Hope from behind and watching her ass shake. Watching the bartender crawl beneath his woman turned him into a beast. He power fucked Hope with everything he had. Anger, lust, and desire rolled into one as he stretched her out again and again.

Hope’s eyes were open wide. Her mouth was open, and she thought she might even be drooling. Trask was the hottest lay she had ever had, but this was something else entirely. He was channeling every emotion and every bit of his body into fucking her as hard as possible. She knew that she’d have bruises on her ass and rug burns on her knees, but she didn’t care. Hope loved the fact that she would have something to remember that night for weeks to come.

She screamed out, her mind scrambled from the orgasm and the rough pounding she was getting. Just as she started coming, Brandy’s tongue found her clit. Hope saw stars as the orgasm went from spectacular to mind blowing. She was in heaven, nirvana. It took every bit of strength for Hope to stay on all fours.

Trask kept pounding into her, extending the orgasm out for eternity. Her breath caught in her throat, and Hope didn’t know if it even mattered. She could go without breathing ever again. Trask had turned her into an immortal angel. When his grasp on her hair finally relaxed, Hope couldn’t stay upright any longer. She fell down into the sheets and onto Brandy, his big cock still inside of her. Trask pressed down from above, slowly sliding in and out of Hope. The bartender was still eating her out as Hope sucked in a breath of life.

Trask slid out of his woman, his lustful eyes staring right at Brandy. She could tell exactly what he wanted. She opened and took his cock into her mouth. The strong and sweet taste of Hope flooded her mouth as Brandy sucked the juices from Trask’s cock. He began to thrust into her mouth, Brandy ready for him. She opened wide and relaxed her throat. The orgasms had helped her relax and made it much easier to take his big, biker cock.

Trask was drinking in everything happening around him. He loved Hope more than anything, and seeing her in complete ecstasy was all Trask ever wanted out of life. Brandy’s tongue worked Trask closer and closer to his own orgasm. She was good, and he thanked God that he had even lasted that long. A swell was building inside of him.

As Brandy moaned around Trask, he closed his eyes and grinned like an idiot. The swell turned into a tidal wave, and Trask pushed in one last time. Brandy opened wide as Trask buried his big, thick cock in her mouth. She held her breath and held on for dear life. He groaned, his loud voice filling the room. Trask’s muscles rippled and tightened as an orgasm exploded within him.

Brandy could feel his load shooting into the back of her throat. With each throb of his member, Brandy pushed deeper. She grasped at Hope and the sheets, holding on with everything that she had. Brandy held strong, taking everything that he could give her. She moaned and sucked until Trask pulled out, his cock over-sensitive. It was her own little way of dominating him. When he slid out of Brandy’s mouth, his eyes glazed over. She sucked in a deep breath, oblivious to the cum dripping down her cheek.

Trask collapsed on the bed beside Hope, dazed and weightless. The whole experience had him sucking in deep breaths and sweating like a beast. She leaned over, laid a soft kiss on his lips and whispered, “Happy birthday.”

A week passed. Brandy still had bruises and hickeys all over her body. Every time she stood before the mirror, her knees weakened at the memory of what had happened between her, Hope, and Trask. She smiled and threw a t-shirt over her head. Brandy felt like a new woman, and it wasn’t just because of the threesome. That had been amazing, but something more came from it.

Brandy heard a deep rumble outside of her apartment. She grabbed her phone and ran.

Hope pulled her Harley into the parking lot, parking it right next to Brandy’s. Pulling off her helmet, Hope watched as Brandy came down the stairs. The young girl was smiling. It was infectious, because Hope couldn’t help herself.

“Hey, girl.”

Hope laughed. “Hey, yourself. You’re late. Let’s go.”

“Late?” Brandy pulled her helmet from a saddle bag. “I thought we had all weekend.”

“It’s five hours to the redwoods from here. I don’t want to spend our entire girls’ weekend on the road.”

The two ladies fired up their motorcycles and headed out of the parking lot. What had started as a birthday present for her man turned into a friendship between Hope and Brandy, neither of them would have ever expected.

Davida Lynn began writing two years ago after a creative life on and off stage. In her late twenties, Davida is now exploring her creativity through storytelling. She loves strong female characters that can hold their own against sexy alpha males. She loves nothing more than getting caught up in her own characters as their stories unfold. She believes there is power and beauty in romance, and we can all benefit from a happily ever after.

After six years working in a library, Davida finally took the plunge and made writing her full-time career. She has four novels and ten novellas to her name. When she's not writing, her time is spent on the fixer upper log cabin she and her man recently bought. She lives with him and their very spoiled cat in southern Indiana.

Exhibition

Jeffrey Cook & Katherine Perkins

It was arguable whether Emily was naked. The piping and valves and winches of her copper braces encased her legs even as they allowed her once-ruined ankles to raise her to her toes. The matching filigree covered her arms as they shifted above her head, and the two small decorative disks were placed on The Living Doll’s face. Her hair, as always, was chemically lacquered to match the copper wiring that had supplemented it after the accident.

The pale, round breasts that bounced with each en-pointe step of the turn were, in contrast, perfectly natural. They were also very well featured by the carriage of her arms. She also managed magnificent fankicks, with all the intimate exposure that entailed at the moment.

Luca rested on the bed, appreciating the comfort after the nights spent camping—and particularly appreciating the opportunity to take in her favorite show. Plenty of people got to watch The Living Doll dance. Very few got quite this kind of front row seat, or the lack of costume.