Page 9 of The Biker’s Secret Claim (Chaos Brothers MC #2)

“Good fucking girl.” He scrubs his hand against his hard cock as he watches me move. “Tell me again how badly you want my cock.”

“I want it so bad,” I say, my hands at his feet. “Let me taste you. I want to feel you in my mouth.”

He groans. “I could let you do that. Can you take both of us at the same time, baby girl?”

“What?”

“Can you sit on that rod while you suck me off?”

I swallow hard and look up at him, excited as hell to feel every inch of him in my throat while taking that cock. Partly because it turns me on and partly because I feel it’s turning him on too. “Yes, sir.”

“Good fucking girl.” He takes the dildo off the counter and hands it toward me. “Put it in your mouth. Get it nice and wet.” He holds the rubber cock to my lips as he unbuckles his jeans and lets them fall to the floor.

My lips are on the tip of the rubber imposter, but I can’t keep my eyes off the massive dick that falls from his jeans. He’s long and thick, and I swear to God it’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life—porn included.

“Come on, take that cock in your throat. Get it nice and wet.” He pushes the dildo through my lips until I’m sucking on the rubbery length with a moan. “Good girl. Work that cock, just like that. I’m so proud of you. Take it deep.” He watches intently with rumbling enthusiasm as I work.

When he’s had his fill of watching, he pulls the dildo out of my mouth. “Spread those thick thighs for me. I’m gonna slide this in. I want you bouncing while you suck my cock. Tell me you understand.”

“I understand,” I pant, leaning back to spread my legs.

His words alone set me on fire.

Bending down, he places the head of the dick at my entrance. “Look at the pretty red pussy. You’re so excited for me.” He slides the cock in slowly, watching every inch. “Fuck, you’re tight. You should see the way your little pussy devours this thing.”

Fuck my life ! It’s huge. I feel myself stretch and widen around the thick shaft of the dildo. Turns out, I didn’t even know what a cock felt like until now. I can’t imagine how Ghost would feel. He’s by far bigger than this.

“We don’t have a condom, baby girl. You okay with that?”

I’ve always been a responsible person. Every day of my life I do the right thing. Today, I don’t want to. Today, I’m irresponsible and reckless. I’m going with the flow and letting life happen. “That’s okay,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”

“Okay, on your knees, straddle that cock, and bounce while you take me into that pretty throat.”

Dear Lord, I know I’m making bad decisions, but they feel so fucking good!

Being face to face with his goliath dick is significantly different than looking at it from a distance.

I can’t get my fist around it, and it hurts to stretch my mouth wide enough, so I start with my tongue, licking up the shaft and over the top before stretching my mouth and taking him in as deep as I can, which isn’t very far before I’m gagging, and my jaw is sore.

I don’t let that stop me, though. I work him in deeper, and eventually my mouth stretches to fit him more comfortably.

Holy hell, life has never felt so good. Who knew being filled up like this would be so satisfying? I feel complete, stretched, and full, like every inch of me is being used.

I love it!

“Tell me you like the way all these cocks fill you up, baby girl.”

I pull off his cock, still stroking as I bounce. “I love it so fucking much.”

“That’s ‘cause you’re my greedy girl, aren’t you? I bet you’re so fucking wet for me.”

Damn it! Everything he says sounds so good! And why do I love that he called me his? This isn’t permanent. This is one night. One night in the rain. That’s all.

His words make me work harder, and soon his fists are dug into my hair and he’s guiding my mouth back and forth onto his cock over and over again.

“You’ve got me so hard, baby. Keep going.”

I bounce faster, sucking his dick at the same speed as I’m bouncing. I’m so close to coming, but I slow down and hold back. I don’t want to come all over this dildo and miss out on the feeling of sliding onto Ghost’s big, warm dick.

I have to know what his massive body feels like slamming up against me. I have to feel the pressure of his body stretching mine open. I have to hear the sounds he’d make as he slides inside of me.

I’m contemplating this scenario when a heavy bang hits my front door, sending a shriek of anxiety through me at who the hell might be standing outside.

Anyone in town could’ve wandered by and got concerned that a motorcycle is parked outside my shop this late at night.

The townspeople of Rugged Mountain are thoughtful like that.

I pull off Ghost’s cock in a panic and turn back to see Aaron standing outside, banging on the window.

Oh my God! Oh, my fucking God.

What the hell is he doing here?

Ghost stares down at me, breath measured, gaze wild, his hand under my chin redirecting my focus back to him. “You’re coming for me, baby girl. Don’t stop. That’s an order.”

“What?” My eyes narrow and my pulse kicks up a notch. “Aaron can see us.” The words tumble out sharp with alarm.

I should stop. I should rethink this… but I don’t.

Amusement darkens the edges of Ghost’s expression, and his posture shifts. He’s still relaxed, yet undeniably commanding. That slick smile he’s so good at shows up again. “You’re not with him. You’re with me… so don’t stop.”

Maybe I should be repulsed, but I’m not.

The thought of being seen, of being watched, sends a jolt through me, an excitement I hadn’t expected, a temptation I don’t know how to name.

My pussy swells and I swear I bounce faster.

I swear I suck his cock harder. I swear we both get off on knowing he’s watching.

We both get off to the reckless electricity of it all.

Something is wrong with me. I’m a maniac. A very horny, very terrible person. I convince myself that maybe Ghost is right. Aaron doesn’t have a right to wreck another one of my nights. I have every right in the world to keep going.

I bounce faster on the dildo, and suck harder on Ghost’s cock as he moans louder.

The rhythm is relentless, heat curling in my stomach. Everything is sharp, raw, and unbearable in the best possible way, and the banging on the door turns distant as though it’s all part of the storm raging outside.

“Good girl,” Ghost growls, fingers digging into my skin, voice thick with control. “Let him watch you get what he never had the balls to give you.”

Oh, my fucking God, I’m going to come, and it’s going to wreck me.

“Let him see how you should’ve been treated.”

My thighs ache, the pleasure winding impossibly tight. I’m so close.

A splintering. A crack. A crash. Shattered glass skidding across the floor. Everything stops, as my pulse slams against my ribs.

“The hell is this?” Aaron’s voice roars, cutting through the haze like a gunshot.

The air shifts, and a cold awareness floods through my veins as the gravity of the moment slams into me hard, dragging me out of whatever reckless thrill had been keeping me afloat.

This is real, this is happening, and the adventure I’ve been chasing comes to a crashing halt.