4 Horsemen (Sons of San Merced Erotic Motorcycle Club Biker Romance)

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than a mother. As far as she was concerned, we were just Jenna and Penny, best friends forever. I never got used to mom telling me all about her sexual conquests, and I did NOT want to hear about this one. She clearly had more to say but her speech was slurring just a little bit too much to understand clearly. I lifted her up as best I could and dragged her stumbling body to the room. She fell into bed, snoring almost before she hit the pillow. This was certainly a night she’d regret in the morning. I went into the bathroom and grabbed a couple tylenol, tossing them into the nightstand with a cup of water. She’d appreciate the gesture.
    Then I saw it.
    Her skirt was riding a bit too high, her inner thigh exposed. The creamy skin interrupted by something far darker. A tattoo… I leaned in closer, staring in the dim lit room. It was a simple mark, just a rectangle box around boldly written words.
    PROPERTY OF SMMC
    I gasped. She’d been tagged! Judging from the puffy redness around the mark it must have been a recent acquisition. She was owned. She was property…
    “What in the hell did you do?” I whispered, but mom didn’t respond. She just kept right on snoring.
    I slinked back up to my room, unsure how to handle this. In the morning we would talk, I could tell her this was a bad idea, I could fix this… It was no secret that the SMMC was involved in bad things. Half the college was getting their drug hookup from the MC, and there were rumors they were involved in everything from gun running to the armed car robbery that happened last year.
    It was obvious what I had to do, but as I lay back down in my own bed, an image was stuck solidly in my mind. The big man in the street, grabbing, groping, kissing… It was a replay of the show in the cul-de-sac with only one small difference. I was the one the man was holding in his big hands. A tingle rose up between my thighs.
    “What am I doing?” I whispered to myself, fingers pushing my wet little cotton panties out of the way. Electricity coursed through my body as I slid my fingertip between the soft folds, then back up to my sensitive nub. My eyes closed, indulging the little fantasy playing out in my mind. The big man forced himself on me, pressing me down right in the street as my finger circled my clit.
    “You want to know what it’s like, don’t you?”
    The voice startled me, its low growl filling my ears with fear and desire. My eyes flashed open, glancing around the empty room. I closed my eyes again, feeling his breath on my neck, shocks of pleasure rising up as his hand cupped my delicate mound roughly. His middle finger curled inward, penetrating me. I pressed my own finger in, squeezing around it as I explored my own tightness.
    “Please…” I whispered to the empty room.
    “Don’t beg unless I make you beg.”
    I whimpered under his command, letting my fingers drive me closer and closer to the orgasm I needed so badly. It had been over a year since I’d had a boyfriend of my own, and even then, calling that boy a man would have been a stretch. This was different. The man in my fantasy was strong, cruel, and his sexuality was undeniable.
    “Are you ready?” he whispered, my body tense and so close to orgasm.
    “Yes…” I whispered back to the emptiness.
    His mouth trailed down, planting kisses on my body. I could almost feel them.
    “Cum for me baby,” he said, his tongue finally coming into contact with my clitoris, rolling to the tune of my fingertip in my minds eye.
    I crashed over, my hips flexing and back arching from the bed as I cried out in pleasure. All thought of being quiet or discrete went straight out the window as I rode my fingertips and my fantasy straight into the sky.

     
    PROPERTY
     
    “I feel like I was hit by a truck.”
    Mom was a mess. I tried to hold my laughter as she stumbled out of her room well past noon. She’d showered and was wearing a bathrobe, but she still looked dirty. That’s something you can’t

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