Free Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Annie, Michigan, and Easy (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) by Ella Goode Page B

farther,” I order harshly because I can’t help myself. She does, bracing herself against the wall. As she dips forward, the pink of her cunt lips juts out. My mouth waters remembering the taste.
    Easy moves around in front of her and ducks beneath her skirt. His mouth starts eating at her and the palms on the wall are replaced with forearms as she struggles to steady herself. Her need for me jolts me out of my momentary inertia. Moving behind her, I ease her backward into my arms. She sags against me, her head lolling against my shoulder. Together we remove her knit pullover and her plain beige bra.
    I lick her, first around her neck and then down the shoulders, all the while cupping her small, perfect uptilted tits in my hands. One of her arms comes to wind around my neck pulling my face close to hers. Her unspoken request for a kiss is met by my demanding lips and tongue.
    Tonight’s Annie isn’t the shy girl of last week. She sweeps her tongue inside the recesses of my mouth, kissing me like I hadn’t been kissed before. She’s exploring me like I want to explore her. Women I’ve had in the past didn’t have a real interest in getting to know much more about me other than that I had a fat dick and a nice ride.
    Annie’s interested in my fat dick but she also is searching to please me. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman between my legs that wanted to give me pleasure.
    Her sensitive peaks tighten under my hands and it’s not enough to hold them. I want to inhale her but first I want to feel her come apart in my hands. Holding her firm against me with one arm tightly banded around her waist, I drop my other hand to her clit.
    “You going to come for us, sweetheart? We haven’t had you for an entire week and the house has been pretty quiet without you around. We’re going to need for you to scream out your pleasure. Don’t hold back,” I say.
    “Yes, this feels good,” she moans. Her excitement and Easy’s mouth are making her cunt nice and juicy but I know she can get wetter.
    “You feel my cock in your back? You feel how hard I am for you? Easy and I are aching to take you.”
    “Fuck, Little Red, you are tight. ” Easy’s voice is strained. Looking down I see he has one hand between her legs. He’s fingering her while the plug is in. Jesus fuck if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow a load all over her back. “She’s soaked,” he says to me.
    “We got you, sweetheart.”
    “Don’t…” she whimpers.
    “Don’t what?”
    “Don’t stop.” It’s a fierce cry. Half order, half plea. I rub her harder in tight little circles and Easy dives back in, fucking her with his fingers, licking up her juices. His mouth and tongue come in contact with my digits but I don’t care. Nothing matters but bringing Annie pleasure.
    It doesn’t take long until our attentions have her throwing her head back against my shoulder and crying out until she’s not much more than a shaking, sobbing mess. Easy rises to his feet and swipes the back of his hand against his mouth.
    “Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Easy says.
    I lift her easily in my arms and once inside the bedroom, lay her on the bed. Her skirt is discarded and she lounges against the dark sheets. Her eyes are heavy with desire and her legs are wet from her come.
Annie
    Easy and Michigan shuck their clothes in a hurry, almost as if it’s a race. When they are done, I roll to my side and stare at their perfect bodies.
    I’ve had them inside me, I marvel. I’ve slept with them—a tangle of arms and legs and torsos. Some deep instinct tells me that they’d do anything for me but there’s only one thing I want. I reach out a hand. “Love me.”
    My words jerk them into action and they practically pounce on the bed in excitement. Michigan settles on his back and takes his long, thick cock in hand. He gestures for me to straddle him. As I stretch my leg over his hips, I fear the plug is going to pop out. Worried, I