Page 87 of Claimed By My Biker Daddies

The sound cracks something loose in me.

I pound her deep, the bed thudding against the wall, quilt twisted beneath us.

Every thrust makes her tits bounce, and I shove her bra down so I can watch them move, swollen and perfect.

I latch my mouth over one nipple, sucking hard until she screams, her hands clutching my hair.

Her pussy clenches tighter with each pull of my mouth, each sharp thrust.

I groan around her nipple, nipping the bud before sucking again, tasting her skin like I’m starving.

She writhes, bucking up to meet me, her voice breaking into sharp little sobs of pleasure.

“You love it when I use you like this,” I snarl, switching to her other breast, biting just enough to leave the mark before soothing it with my tongue.

“Yes—god, yes,” she gasps, her voice shredded, her thighs trembling around my hips.

I lean back, dragging her legs higher, folding her knees against her chest so I can fuck her deeper.

The new angle makes her scream, her nails raking bloody lines down my arms as I piston into her, relentless.

Every thrust hits her deep, hard, until her cries echo against the ceiling.

“Look at you,” I growl, sweat dripping down my spine, muscles straining. “So fucking wet, taking me like you were made for it.”

Her face is wrecked with pleasure, mouth open, gasping, begging without words.

I kiss her hard, swallowing her cries as I fuck her faster, my cock jerking inside her with every squeeze of her cunt.

I pull out suddenly, leaving her gasping, and flip onto my back. “On me,” I order, my voice rough. “Now.”

She straddles me quick, her skirt hitched up, her hair wild around her flushed face.

She grabs me, lines me up, and sinks down with a choked sob, her walls gripping so tight I almost spill right there.

“Fuck—” I roar, my hands clamping her hips as she takes me to the hilt.

She starts moving slow, rolling her hips in a steady grind, her clit dragging against my pubic bone.

Her tits sway above me, and I seize them both, squeezing hard, thumbing her nipples until she cries out.

I knead them like I own them, tugging, twisting, my cock twitching deep inside her as her pussy flutters around me.

Her movements turn wild, frantic.

She bounces on me, her thighs slapping against mine, wet sounds filling the room.

Sweat beads at her temples, her breasts bouncing in my hands, her voice sharp as she moans my name over and over.

I sit up, wrapping one arm around her back, my other hand sliding up her throat.

She gasps, eyes flying wide as my fingers curl lightly, pressing just enough to make her breath hitch.

“You want me to stop?” I rasp, dragging my thumb along her racing pulse.

Her hips grind harder, her nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t you dare.”

That’s all I need.