I felt my cum drip onto the bed as I took Charlie almost to the base and down my throat, soaking his cock with my drool. He moaned loudly and I grinned again. I could tell he wanted to feel the familiar, warm wetness of my pussy.
I sat up suddenly, my pussy aching once more. It needed to be filled with something much longer and harder than Rick’s tongue. I grinned as I got up off the bed and into Charlie’s arms, beckoning Rick over. A bottle of lube appeared in Rick’s hand as he approached us. He quickly spread it onto his cock, saving me the trouble. I don’t think I would have minded.
They seemed to know exactly what they were doing as they prepared to fuck me. Had they done this before? I didn’t have time to think about it much before they pressed themselves into me.
Charlie was much gentler. He slowly slid his cock into my pussy as lovingly 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.”
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