Free One Rough Night (BWWM Motorcycle Erotic Romance) by Tasha Monroe Page A

as ever. I
groaned as he held it there, waiting for Rick. Rick was rougher. He tongued my
asshole one last time just to get it wet enough, before pushing his cock in
there.
     
    I
screamed. I’d almost forgotten how much I loved getting my ass stuffed. They
both held their cocks there for one quick moment before starting to move in and
out of me slowly. They were almost moving in sync as they fucked me faster and
faster.
     
    I’d
never known any kind of pleasure like this before. I shut my eyes and let
myself get taken away by these men, these incredible fucks. Shockwaves of pure,
raw pleasure exploded throughout my body. Stars popped in front of my eyes. I
knew now that I could die happy. Now I knew what true pleasure felt like.
     
    I knew I
would have collapsed if it weren’t for Charlie’s strong, gentle hands on my
shoulders. I lost count of how many times I exploded. I felt as though I was in
a different world. Or maybe I’d died and gone to heaven? I was theirs now. I
belonged to these bikers.
     
    Rick
pounded my asshole relentlessly, fucking me so deep I was surprised I couldn’t
taste his cock. He stretched me so tight that it almost hurt, but what he was
doing was so perfect, I couldn’t do anything except shriek in pleasure.
     
    But
Charlie’s pounding was even better, if that was possible. I felt my muscles
clamp down on his cock as he thrust into me as fast as he’d ever done. Again
and again, my pussy juices exploded onto his cock, showering him with more cum
than I’d ever released before.
     
    Rick
lost control first. I heard him give a loud grunt as he tugged on my hair and
impaled me all the way on his thick, white cock. I felt his warm cum fill my
ass completely, hitting me in all the right spots. But Charlie wasn’t done. Not
by a long shot.
     
    Rick had
pulled out of me and began to get dressed again, but Charlie continued to pound
away at 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.”