Free MOTORCYCLE CLUB ROMANCE: AMANDA’S DEMONS (PART ONE) (Biker MC Erotic Romance) by Katie Isles Page A

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    The only thing she was allowed to choose was her new name. So she named herself after a memory. A faint ghost that lived in her dark history. Her Mom.
    Amanda
     
     
     
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    Chapter One: Finding Demons M.C.
     
    Freedom
    That’s what it meant to me to be in this biker gang. The freedom to go where we wanted. The freedom to ride the open road with the wind in my hair. Freedom to drink. Freedom to fight.
    Freedom to fuck!
    Who I wanted and when I wanted. And I had quite a choice!
    As we sped along the desert road, the flies hitting my visor and the sun beating down on my bare arms, I looked around me, taking in the muscular, tattooed, long haired bikers to my left and my right. Each one of them a throbbing meat sack. Every man with a big, unshaved cock in his oily denims. Yes, every one of them would get his turn with me.
    I pulled my arms tighter around Mak, my ride for the day and gave him a squeeze. He put his hand on mine and we held that position for a while as I nuzzled my cheek into his back, hot skin on cold leather. I had never felt more alive.
    I loved this life. A life that until very recently was completely alien to me. Men who, just two short months ago, would have scared me completely as they drove through my town, whooping and hollering, taking over the nearest bar, shooting pool and playing the juke box.
    I reached around Mak to his pants and grabbed a hold of the bulge in his crotch. He felt warm and hard, with a satisfyingly large handful of flesh in my grip. As we drove, the gruff bark of 50 Harley Davidsons ringing in my ears, I unbuttoned his fly and dipped my hand into the opening. He was going commando, of course, I had yet to fuck one of the gang that wasn’t. I wrapped my hand around his hairy cock and felt it harden in my hand. It satisfied me, to think that I was able to turn a man like this on so quickly, to make him want me so much. He leaned his head back and through his Mexican moustache whispered
    “Do me baby”
    We both knew that I would. It was the price of a ride on one of these metal steeds.
    I felt underneath his cock to his big hairy ball sack. It was warm and tender in my hand. His balls circled in my fingers as though they had a mind of their own. Like they were breathing, coming to life. Then my fingers took back their rightful place on his thick long shaft.
    I pulled him out of his pants and gave myself the room to carry out my task. I started to pull him, gently at first, feeling his cock start to become warmer and fully hard. I pulled more quickly now, feeling him throb and twitch. Up and down I worked his shaft. I licked the fingers of my other hand and they joined together on his cock, two hands, wetting the head of his cock and working them around. In the past two months I had become an expert on hand jobs! The convoy started to speed up and give us some room at the back. This had become the protocol for the gang when I started to work my magic. Even bikers like to give their buddies some privacy. It was almost touching.
    I started to feel the silky wet pre cum forming on the end of his cock. I lubricated my fingers, letting them slip around his cock as I pulled it back and forth in the hot summer sun. He began to breath heavily, holding a dead straight line on the road, never taking his eyes from the hot, dusty concrete ahead. He put his head back slightly and smiled at me. I kissed his neck, feeling turned on and horny as hell. I loved doing this. I loved feeling the effect such an act had on men. I loved it when they came!
    He started to throb and twitch in my hand as I speeded up the pulling. He was getting close now. His breathing deepened, seeming to match the sound of his Hog as it tore down the road. I got ready to feel the splash of hot cum on my fist. He began to shake and twitch. I could feel my pussy well up with juice as I began to squirm my