Page 39 of Rider Daddies (Venom Vultures MC #6)

Ryder continues trailing kisses along my collarbone. While he’s doing that, Saint nestles his head between my legs and teases his hot breath over where I want him most.

Note to self: Never underestimate the power of a man’s breath.

He’s not even touching me but I feel like I’m gonna explode from the constant tingling.

When it’s finally time for him to quit with the teasing and kiss me there , I let out a scream that could bring Tristan back from the fucking dead.

“On a scale of one to ten, how good does it feel?” teases Saint.

“There’s no scale,” I respond, too busy trying to control my breathing before I lose the plot entirely. “Does that answer your question?”

“I want you to scream all of our names.” Saint overpronounces every syllable, teasing without even touching. “I want you on the floor, begging.”

The kinks are never-ending with these guys.

On the floor? Begging? That’s mild. Right now, I’d pour ice cold water all over my naked body, just to get them to fuck me.

“On the floor ?” I chuckle. “We’ll see.”

I tip my chin to see what Ash makes of all of this.

A gasp escapes my mouth when I see that his dick is out, long and hard and horizontal, cutting through the air like a weapon of its own.

“Oh my god.”

The other two follow my gaze to see what all the fuss is about.

Bad idea.

“Jesus fuck, Ryder.”

“Fetch me a bar of soap. I need to wash out my eyes.”

Ash continues massaging his length all the same. “It’s your fault for looking.”

I bite my lip to contain my excitement. Is it normal to be aroused as the brothers look at one another naked?

Honestly? I don’t think there’s anything normal about me anymore.

I keep staring at Ash’s dick, watching the tight vein course up his length each time he strokes himself.

Saint’s mouth on my pussy has my head crashing back down to the pillow. I release another gasp. It becomes a moan in the same breath as he experiments, licking a long stripe up my inner folds.

“How’s that, darling?”

“You want your answer scaled?”

Ryder leaves my collarbone and climbs onto the bed, parting my legs. “Let me show you how it’s done,” he says to Saint, who is now perched at the foot of the bed, tempted to release his own length.

He should.

I know how they got the last time we did this.

All differences were set aside in the name of… well , me. I suppose there’s only so much arguing you can take before you eventually let go and treat yourself to watching a live act porno.

It’s never been my thing to sit back and watch, but the look on their faces the last time we went all the way tells me that they get behind it real good.

I open sesame for my first taker—Ryder.

Saint helps him take control of my legs. One is hooked over Saint’s shoulder, and the other is extended in the opposite direction, held in place by Ryder’s strong grip.

Spread-eagle, there’s nothing left to do but sit back and relax…

And gawp at Ryder, of course.

I swear his crooked nose looks even more attractive every time I see it. It suits him much better than a straight one. I make sure to watch his face as he enters me. His forehead lines soften as he sinks inside.

I forgot how big he was. It takes a moment to adjust, because if they take me from the wrong angle, it can feel like they’re jabbing at my pelvis.

I much prefer it when they’re inside of my stomach, rearranging organs.

God, they could mess me up real good. Hospitalize me.

And I’d still be thanking them.

“Go easy on her,” I hear Saint say.

“Fuck being gentle,” I say. “I’m no virgin.”

“No, but you were unconscious on a stretcher only a few days ago.”

“Yeah, and that’s still not a good enough excuse to go easy.”

“Darling, we don’t want to hurt you,” Ash says.

“I appreciate the concern, but it’s not going to make me finish.”

I sense the brothers casting a look at one another, and I thrust my hips into Ryder, signaling for him to move.

And oh, he moves.

His dick shoots straight into what feels like my stomach. He enters me with controlled thrusts, his grip on my ankle tightening each time he reinserts himself.

I’m glad they’re pinning me down. My body would be crashing through the wall from the sheer force if they weren’t.

It hasn’t even been two minutes, and already I feel Ryder’s cock start to twitch. His thrusts remain controlled but the look on his face suggests that it’s a challenge to keep order.

All he wants to do is let go.

Same, to be honest.

Accepting my feelings for the brothers comes with its risks. When you tell somebody how you feel, it gives them permission to hurt you, but it also comes with rewards.

You feel things deeper. Aside from the physical—Ryder literally balls deep inside of me—something feels different this time around. Better.

It could be the first time that sex means something to me beyond physical pleasure.

His presence inside of me doesn’t just feel stimulating.

It feels like I belong.

My stomach flips, and my heart beats fast, not just because I’m on the verge of orgasming, but because I feel alive. Maybe for the first time ever.

We climax together, but all that does is get me ready for the next one to enter me.

Saint’s size fills me up, his presence inside of me different but equally just as good. And here goes round two.

“Fuck, Lucia, you feel so wet.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

I’m crashing back down against the pillows again.

Saint positions himself over my body and drives into me, watching my face the entire time.

The eye contact takes me by surprise. I knew those big brown eyes were good for something.

As he fucks me, I stare into them like I’m looking straight into his soul.

Out of the three of them, Saint is the one that guards it the least.

My moans grow higher in pitch.

I wonder if I’ve become his favorite song.

He cages me between the mattress and his body, forehead pressed against mine as we heave together, both chasing a high.

Mine is right around the corner…again.

Our faces are so close that I smell my scent on his lips from when he had them between my legs.

“Oh my fuck!”

“Are you gonna finish again, sweetheart?”

I don’t know how he has the strength to speak. Arousal has immobilized every single part of my anatomy, my voice box included.

As if to get a response out of me, Saint tweaks my bare nipples, pebbling them even harder than they already are.

I’m surprised how well he can muti-task. He’s not just fucking me. He’s also sketching circles around my areolas.

“That’s a good girl.”

The fun doesn’t stop there.

I gasp at the sudden force that takes hold of my legs. Looking up, I see Ash taking a break from his dick to reposition my legs.

It’s impossible to move. Both of my ankles are locked, held in place by Ash as he watches me get fucked by his younger brother.

You couldn’t write this shit.

My legs are so far apart that I’m almost in a middle-split yoga position. Ash stares at the spot between my legs like it’s the only thing in this world he can see. His hands on my ankles, his dick left alone, throbbing. Don’t even get me started on the thick vein, even more prominent than before.

And then he says something unpredictable to Saint.

“Get out of her.”

“Are you insane?”

“Maybe a little.” Ash’s voice turns arctic. “But she needs to learn to beg.”

It feels like day one all over again.

“What?” Saint hisses. Every single fine line on his face is cutting deep into his skin, teeth gritted. “I’m so fucking close.”

“I don’t care. Lucia has had it too easy.”

“Too easy?” I scoff. “Do you want me to hop back onto the stretcher again?”

“I want to hear it come out of your mouth.”

“Kinda in the middle of something here, Ash.”

Saint grunts and finally slides out of me. After all, he was the one who suggested for me to sing for my supper.

“Is this a joke? I’m about to?—”

“Beg.” Ash’s voice booms through the room. Even my bones start to rattle.

I nibble my lip and slide off the bed, making my way to the floor. I must say, naked on my knees is a new low for me, but I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t turning me on.

All three of them stand naked over me with keen eyes, waiting to pleasure themselves even more…like my body isn’t enough.

But they probably want me to plead in my Italian accent, so I stare up at them with puppy eyes and clasp my hands together.

“Please.” I don’t even have to act. The pleading tone of my voice comes through naturally. It’s not fair that I’ve been made to do this right on the fucking edge of orgasm number two.

I look up at them. Holy hell. These are the kinds of men that sculptors would be inspired to make into statues. They’d have a whale of a time carving each individual groove of muscle, each defined ab.

It’s like I’m living inside of a renaissance painting.

One that would sell for millions.

I follow their defined torsos down to their groins, where three incredibly long pillars stand on end, throbbing. Even Ryder is back in action.

They’re so beautiful it hurts.

“Ryder, Ash, Saint.” Their names sound like syrup on my tongue. I’d repeat their names again and again, but I’m running out of time. My heart is already in overdrive. If my need isn’t met soon, I’ll combust.

“Please. Don’t torment me like this.”

They all look at me with a demonic spark in their eye.

I’ll add this to their long list of kinks.

“You know that I need you.” I look at all of them. “I belong to you.”

I expect Saint to bend me over backward and finish what he started, but Ash gets in first. He scoops me up from the floor and lays me out on the bed, lifting a leg to access me.

“Hey! What the fuck?” Saint pulls him off.

This is why I’m convinced that Ash is made of stone—he doesn’t even falter. He keeps his ground and aligns his dick up with my slit.

“Come here,” I say to Saint.

I fear that the arousal is starting to possess me.

Saint frowns.

“I won’t ask you again. If you want to finish in my mouth, you better get over here now.”

It would appear I’m not the only desperate one here. Saint is at my face in a heartbeat, directing his dick to my mouth.

The feral, unhinged side of me is unleashed. I suck on that thing like my life depends on it, coating each inch of him in my saliva.

As expected, he doesn’t last long.

My gag reflexes go numb, so I take as much of his length into my throat as possible and anticipate his release. I’m swallowing his cum when another cock starts to fill me downstairs.

Aren’t I a lucky girl?

I look up and see Ash fighting to hold off for as long as possible. He chokes and groans and makes more beautiful, masculine sounds, rushing me to yet another climax. I watch his body crash into mine until the edges of my vision disappear.

Orgasms are supposed to steal the breath from your lungs, but tonight they’ve done the complete opposite. My soul leaves my body and does a little victory dance.

And my body? I feel even more paralyzed than I was after the car crash.

On second thought, I feel possessed. My body has never spasmed this way before, limbs moving uncontrollably as pleasure shoots through me like a high-voltage electric current.

I never thought electrocution could feel this good.

What comes after the very intense bedroom theatrics is a quiet spell.

I catch my breath and hear the brothers do the same.

Normally, the fall back to reality after climaxing hits like a ton of bricks—the higher you fly, the harder the fall.

This isn’t one of those times, because the high is my reality now.

There’s no getting back to the real world. No emails to check. No alarms to set or checklists to cross off. I think that’s maybe why the brothers look as good as they do—Venom Vultures doesn’t stress one out the same way a nine-to-five does.

I lie back and let the cushion take my weight. The brothers collapse on the bed with me.

And the fun doesn’t end when the sex does.

Saint finger-combs my hair.

Ash brings the covers over my body, tucking me in.

And Ryder? He sits on the other side of the bed and plants a chaste kiss on my temple. Even that has my skin bursting with little fireworks.

I feel the corners of my mouth pull into a smile. We should get back soon, but I can rest at ease for a moment knowing that Tristan and Manual won’t be knocking on the door.

Though, I can’t rest forever.

Other people are out there with cruel hearts that deserve knives through them.

I have to update Mamma and softly break the news that I’m staying in Nevada, but California isn’t far, and when you take into consideration how fast these Harleys go, I could be over the border in half an hour.

There’s a life out there waiting for me.

I can have everything at the tip of my fingertips…if I’m careful and dodge the law as well as everybody else here.

Ash is right. The beautiful fucker is always right.

Laws aren’t fair. They protect the conceited people, those who think they can hide their foul hearts by wearing three-pieces and having respectable jobs.

It’s all a farce.

One discreet kill at a time, I vow to make the world a better place.

But I can’t do that as Lucia.

The End

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