Page 91 of Claimed By My Biker Daddies

I’m sobbing now, shaking, my whole body lit like fire.

My cunt convulses around Roman’s cock, pulsing, milking, and another orgasm rips through me so hard I scream, my body jerking uncontrollably between them.

Roman snarls, thrusting up into my spasming pussy, his cock jerking inside me.

Deacon grits his teeth, pounding harder, the base of his cock slapping loud against my ass.

“Fuck—she’s pulling me in,” Roman groans, his voice breaking. “She’s going to bleed me dry.”

“Then let’s give her everything,” Deacon snarls back, slamming deep, his balls smacking against me. “Fill her up. Let her drip with us.”

I wail, my body convulsing, my cunt and ass squeezing both of them so tight it’s almost unbearable.

Roman roars, his hips snapping up in brutal rhythm, and then he breaks.

His cock jerks hard inside me, spilling hot cum deep into my pussy.

Thick spurts flood me, each one making me moan louder, my belly swelling with the heat of it.

He growls against my neck, holding me down on him, grinding to push every drop inside.

The sensation sends me over again, my pussy convulsing wildly, sucking him deeper, milking his cock as more hot ropes flood my womb.

Deacon slams in harder, groaning loud, his thrusts jerky. “Fuck—fuck—she’s clenching me—can’t?—”

His cock jerks, pulses, and then I feel it — hot, heavy streams spilling into my ass, filling me until I gasp, my tongue lolling out, drool spilling down my chin.

Both of them groan, deep, guttural, as they keep pounding through their releases, their cum pumping into me, filling me, stretching me with heat.

Roman’s seed overflows my pussy, dripping down over his balls, while Deacon’s floods my ass, the double weight pressing hot inside me until I feel swollen, stuffed, impossibly full.

I collapse against Roman’s chest, shaking, trembling, his cock still jerking inside my cunt while Deacon grinds deep in my ass, refusing to pull out until he’s drained.

My belly feels heavy, stretched, as if their cum has claimed every part of me.

Roman groans low, his lips against my ear, voice rough. “You’re ours. Marked inside and out. No one else will ever fill you like this.”

Deacon chuckles dark, still grinding his cock in my ass, cum leaking out around the seal of him. “Not like she could handle anyone else. Look at her. Absolutely wrecked. Mine and yours.”

I can’t answer.

I can only moan, eyes rolling back, drool wetting my lips, body quaking as their seed overflows and drips hot down my thighs.

When they finally pull out of me, I whimper, weak and raw. Heat spills from me in thick trails, soaking the sheets, dripping down my thighs.

My body feels stretched open, used in ways I didn’t think possible.

I should feel ruined, but instead there’s only this strange calm — my muscles heavy, my heart slowing, my mind floating in the quiet after a storm.

Roman gathers me up first, laying me down gentle as if I might break, pressing kisses to my damp hairline, my temple, the corner of my mouth.

His voice is hoarse, ragged from groaning my name, but softer now than I’ve ever heard it.

“Good girl,” he whispers, thumb brushing my cheek. “So good for us.”

Deacon wipes me down with a cloth, surprisingly careful, his calloused fingers not lingering, just steady.

He mutters something about not letting me sleep in a mess, but his eyes give him away.