Free Bed of Roses by Harley McRide Page A

his place and a third—Brent—the one who had brought her there, yanked the redhead away and impaled her on his cock while yet another biker dropped his fly and buried himself in her ass. Rose was so turned on by the show she didn’t notice her own skirt being raised until Tonto had slid her damp panties to the side and worked his long digits knuckle deep in her. Before she could protest, Sandman took her mouth, kissing the last bit of her reserves away. For something so wrong and taboo, it felt so damn good. She tried to look around and make sure no one saw, but the few who were watching seemed to be enjoying it as much as she was. When she spotted them fisting their bare cocks, she lost it. Whatever deep darkness she had buried inside of her was unleashed, giving herself over to the two and she came. Hard. Her cunt milked his fingers, clenching in desperation for more. She wanted them.
    Sandman pulled away from her mouth with a grunt and stood, yanking her to her feet so fast Tonto didn’t have a chance to pull his fingers out and a flood of her juices gushed down her thigh when Sandman grabbed her by the hand and tugged her across the room toward a hallway. She looked over her shoulder for Tonto, half afraid he had lost interest, which was definitely not the case. Tonto was right behind her, his eyes narrowed and lethal. Neither of them spoke as they led her around two separate corners and to the end of yet another hall before entering a huge bedroom. When Sandman flipped on the light, she gasped. A huge stone fireplace took up an entire wall along one side, not to be outdone by a bed bigger than any king size she had ever seen. Its huge four-poster frame reached to the ceiling dominating the space almost as much as the two rough and tough bikers who were now stripping their shirts off. Holy Jesus. Rose’s mouth went dry. Both Sandman and Tonto were chiseled with muscle upon muscle. Their shoulders alone were so broad she was surprised either fit through the doorway without turning sideways. She didn’t know where to look. She feasted on them in a visual overload trying to take it all in without missing something. Sandman moved closer and kicked his shoes off, slowing his pace to give her a show. A scar ran across his chest, encased in tattoos that ran up one arm and across, connecting to the other arm. No words could describe the bulging abs that ran down in that sexy ‘V’ to the top of his jeans. When he unhooked them and let them fall at his feet, she almost fainted. The biggest dick she had ever seen sprung free, bobbing above his belly button. The girth alone made her sex ache. Of course he isn’t wearing underwear. Men like these don’t hide under useless undergarments. How the hell is that going to fit? It was intimidating. Kinky. Naughty. Whether it would rip her in half or not, she wanted every colossal inch.
    “You like that, baby? I bet you’ve never had a huge dick in you before have you?” Sandman stepped toward her slowly, keeping his eyes locked to hers. She couldn’t find her voice, only managing to shake her head no. Tonto closed in from her other side, slowly unzipping his fly with each step. Her eyes tore away from Sandman, seeing Tonto in all of his bronzed beauty for the first time. Like Sandman, he had tattoos covering most of his torso, spreading up his arms and shoulders. Something sparkly caught her eye and she stepped forward to investigate without realizing she had moved. Her hand traced over Tonto’s pecks, flicking at the two silver rings that pierced his nipples. “That’s hot,” she said, barely loud enough for him to hear. He grabbed her hand and pushed it lower down his stomach until her hand was wrapped around his dick. She felt her head swoon the moment it made contact with the soft velvety surface. It was damn near the same size as Sandman’s, if not longer. Maybe she was a glutton for punishment, and might need a wheel chair to roll out of there later, but all of her