Page 21 of Sold to the Bikers

Something wet and broad slides right up over the outside of my pussy.

Oh my God. It's Badass.

Sure, I've been down there with my fingers plenty of times. I've even got a vibrator in my drawer that needs regular recharging, but the actual feeling of a live tongue that I can't control?

It's electric.

Exciting.

I grip the guys harder, digging my fingers into their scalps as he introduces me to the sorts of pleasure I’ve only ever guessed at before.

Unlike me, it's obvious that Badass is experienced. He knows my pussy better than I know it myself. The flick of the tip of his tongue over my clit sends a rush of delicious tingles right through me, all the way out to my toes and fingertips. Then the full width of it finds its way in between my labia, licking and spreading the slick juice from my sex. With the backs of my thighs captured in his strong hands, he spreads me fully open for him.

"Fucking delicious," he rumbles. "Taste like need, like sex. Your cunt's fucking hungry, honey." And then he's back in there, sliding deep enough to make me gasp, before easing his tongue back out to swirl around my clit. I moan, but it comes out breathy and gasping.

"I could play with these tits all fucking day," growls Animal, biting down on a nipple just hard enough to sting. I'm lost in the tapestry of sensations, pleasure and pain twisting around each other, driving me crazy.

And then Badass pulls away.

"Noooo…" I cry, so different from the girl I was just a few short minutes ago.

"Let’s trade,” Badass grunts.

What?

Animal is first to move, heading straight down to my pussy while Quickshot takes his place, holding both of my breasts, stroking and squeezing in a rhythmic way that makes me arch off the bed and into his touch. Badass leans in, his lips connecting with mine just as Animal’s mouth closes around my clit. I gasp, and Badass’s tongue slides in.

I've made out before, but it was awkward and clumsy, never like this. Badass claims me, wrapping his fist in my hair and treating my mouth much like he did my pussy, with a forcefulness that leaves me weak. And while he's kissing me silly, Animal's tongue glides through my folds and around my clit. I press my hips against him, wanting to feel him everywhere at once.

God, if this is just a sample, I can hardly imagine what the real deal is like. I might not survive it.

Then again, what a way to go.

I wrap my arms around Badass's thick neck as he captures my free breast in his hand and traps my nipple between his fingers. He never stops kissing me, driving me wild with his pure, focused attention.

The first orgasm sneaks up on me. I'm used to building it up in the calm and quiet of my own bedroom, not having it forced out of me by three very, very attentive guys. One moment I'm trying to make sense of where everyone is and what they're doing to me, and the next I'm as taut as a bow, every little muscle I have squeezing tight as it all washes over me like a tidal wave.

I'm drowning, and I’m so wet I might take Animal with me.

Quickshot and Badass switch places, Quickshot claiming my mouth in a rough, insistent kiss that has me grasping at the two of them, wherever I can touch. I moan into his mouth as Badass kisses his way down my chest.

There are hands everywhere. Tongues, fingertips, naked skin. I quiver like it's twenty below, and at the same time feel like I'm overheating. I think I'm going to explode all over again.

One moment I'm moaning into Quickshot’s kiss, and the next I'm flat on my back, breathing heavily and feeling like a jellyfish washed up on shore. I couldn't move if I wanted to. "Holy shit," I whisper.

Badass watches me, supporting himself on one elbow and lazily circling my still erect nipple with his index finger. It makes me shiver and he laughs when I do. "That was fucking hot, baby girl."

"You’re gorgeous when you come," says Animal as he looks up from between my legs. His face is shining, and he's grinning like the cat that got the cream.

"Oh my God, I’m so sorry." I look at him with big eyes. I’m such a mess.

He looks at me like I'm crazy. "For what? You just came all over my face. That was the hottest thing I’ve seen in… maybe ever."

As he moves away, Quickshot slides down the bed to take his place.

"Wait, we're not done? I'm not sure I can—"

"I want to fucking taste you," growls Quickshot in a tone that brooks no argument. "Trust me, you will."