me, never easing up. I smiled as he paused, lifted me up, and
placed me on the bed, his cock still inside me.
I
got lost in his gorgeous, baby blue eyes as I fucked me missionary, as we’d
done so many times before. But this time it was more than just fucking. He was
being more gentle now, less forceful. We weren’t just
fucking. We were making love.
Somehow
that was even more arousing than having both cocks filling me at the same time.
I closed my eyes as his cock found my g-spot and hit it again and again,
causing my next orgasm to rise to the surface.
I
felt the world stop as I started to lose control. Everything went dead silent
except for the sound of his thighs slapping against mine. The sound of him making love to me. I screamed as my orgasm came, more
powerful than ever before. At the same time he gave a shout as his cum shot
into me, filling my pussy entirely.
I
wanted it to never end. I wanted him to fuck me until the world ended. He
pulled out of me and planted a long, wet kiss on my lips. His tongue back in my
mouth felt as perfect as a million fucks.
“That
was the best I’ve ever had,” he breathed into my ear.
I
couldn’t stop smiling.
“Can
I live here with you?” I asked suddenly.
He
drew back, a look of confusion on his face.
“Seriously? You want to
quit your job as a journalist and come live here with me? I can always move
back to DC to be there with you.”
I
shook my head.
“I’ve
been up in DC for too long. I think it’s time I had a change of scenery.” I
flashed him a smile. “And what better place than here, with
you?”
“But
what about the dangers of being with a biker gang? You don’t want
to risk getting hurt or anything. We are dangerous people.”
Of
that, I was sure. I grinned and kissed him.
“Good.
I’m a dangerous girl.”
***
The
next day, I was more nervous than I’d ever been. And after getting my first
three way with two gorgeous bikers, that was saying
something. Rick had gone back to their hideout and Charlie had decided he
wanted me to meet the rest of the gang as soon as possible.
I
felt my heart leap into my chest as we approached the place. The strange thing
was , it looked exactly how I pictured it. It was a big
place, almost a mansion. There was at least 3 floors,
but Charlie didn’t want to show me around yet. He wanted me to meet the gang.
The
main meeting room was all the way on the third floor. Before opening it, he
turned to me.
“You
don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. I don’t want to force you to meet
these guys. But if you want to become a member, you have to get to know them.
All of them.”
I
nodded. If I could handle getting fucked by two bikers, this should be a piece
of cake.
He
opened the door and gestured for me to step through. I walked through, heart
thudding in my chest. When I walked in, I was greeted with a rumble of several
male voices. As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I saw that I was in what
looked like a conference room.
“A
new chick to fuck? Gimme some
of that ass!”
“Fuck
you, I want her.”
“No,
she’s mine!”
“Enough!”
shouted Charlie, annoyed. “This is Sasha, a potential new recruit. I don’t want
my turned off by you assholes, so shut the fuck up.”
He
turned back to me.
“Don’t
worry honey, most of us aren’t dickheads like Mike and Shane,” he gestured to
the guys that had shouted about wanting to fuck me.
He
hesitated a moment before turning to everyone else.
“Everyone
out.”
He
turned back to me as everyone took off.
“I
thought you wanted me to meet them?” I asked, confused.
“You
will. But they can be real assholes sometimes and I didn’t want you to get the
wrong idea about us. And I know you have what it takes to join our gang anyway.
I can prove it to you… right now.”
He
took my hand and led me to a back
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