“You’re sore,” I state
“I’m okay. I want this.” She tries to reassure me.
“Say stop if it's too much.” A soft look flashes across her face at my words before it's quickly wiped away when Trent thrusts the rest of the way inside her. Before she can scream, I slap my hand over her mouth. Dad reaches into his drawer and retrieves a bottle of lube he had stashed there. I shoot him a questioning look.
“I brought it with me this morning,” he says, answering my unspoken question. Dad pushes her flat against Trent and squirts lube on his cock, then her ass. I move to the top of the desk and tangle my fingers in her hair and lift her face. She opens her mouth without needing to be asked. The second those lips wrap around my dick, I throw my head back and bite down on the inside of my cheek to keep quiet.
“Kitten…” Dad pants as he eases inside her ass, the vibrations from her moans have my dick twitching and my balls tightening. My cock is the only thing that mutes her cry of pleasure when Dad slams all the way inside her ass.
She pulls back and releases me from her mouth with a wet pop. Before I can snap at her she wraps her hand around my shaft and begins to pump as she grinds down on their dicks.
“Fuck, I feel so full,” she pants.
“You’ve never looked so fucking good,” Trent praises. When they both begin to move inside her, she returns her mouth to my dick. The sight of her taking both of them at once like a damned pro is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Taylor fits us perfectly.
Dad swats her ass repeatedly, making her moan and jerk. Trent grips her ass cheeks and parts them, giving Dad better access. When she tries to pull back, I grip her hair and hold her in place, then thrust into her mouth harder to mute her scream as she comes. Her nails dig into the sides of my thighs, but I relish the sting of pain.
“Yes, give me that cum, you dirty slut,” Trent snarls as he fucks her harder, meeting Dad thrust for thrust. Their force is punishing but she makes no complaints and even moans.
“That’s it, take Daddy’s cock like a good slut, kitten,” Dad praises. Her body flushes and her movements turn jerky. She’s gonna come again, but this time I want to come with her. As if our minds are all in sync, Dad and Trent quicken their pace. I see the strain on both their faces, knowing they are fighting back their release just like I am.
“Give us that fucking cum, bitch!” I hiss. That’s all it takes. The second her body locks up signaling the start of her orgasm, we follow her lead and empty everything we have into all her holes, erasing anyone before us and stamping our claim on our girl.
She’s marked by the BCB now and will remain that fucking way.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
TAYLOR
Three weeks of pure bliss. Well, sexual bliss but anything outside of them burying their cocks inside my holes is filled with tension. I don’t know if it's because they think now that everything with Hunter is fixed that I’ll leave, or if it's because me running really did hurt them that bad. Today I decided to stay home and let them go to the clubhouse without me. I’m still undecided what my next move is going to be, but all I know is that I don’t want to give up what the four of us have when I’ve longed for it for so long.
I make my way out back to the garage where my bike is stored. I may be a girl, but I know my way around a garage and how to fix bikes and cars courtesy of Tiny teaching me when I was younger. I flick the lights on and smile at the sight of my matte black Harley. She’s a fucking beauty. The power she has is fucking unmatched. Victor always hated how powerful she was and wanted me to tone it down, but I refused.
I spend the day changing spark plugs and giving my bike an oil change and service. I’m so lost in my task I don’t hear Zav enter the garage.
“I didn’t think you’d remember how to do that.” I snap my head up and frown,
“Just because I left doesn’t mean I forgot,” I bite back, then return my focus to the bike.
“No, you just forgot about the people here.” I drop the wrench to the ground, look back at him and sigh.
“What do you want me to say, Zav?” I ask tiredly.
“Why the fuck did you leave?”
“I told you, Victor wanted me gone after I blew him in the hearse.”
“Bullshit.”
I throw my hands up. “What the fuck do you want me to say, Zavier? Nothing I say is gonna change what happened. I left and I’m sorry.”
“You have no idea what you did to us when you left.”
“Explain it to me,” I push.
“We went to fucking war with Scott and the Trance Force Brotherhood?—”
“Trance?” I say cutting him off, he clamps his mouth shut and looks away. “No. Don’t you dare clam up on me. Who the fuck are they?”
