Twisted Steel: An MC Anthology: Second Edition Elizabeth Knox (cheapest way to read ebooks .txt) 📖

me outside. The crisp night air is refreshing, and I breathe it in deeply, staring out over the rows of motorcycles, their chrome gleaming in the moonlight.

“Come on.” Green tugs me toward the side of the building and around the corner, and suddenly he’s on me. I gasp, moaning as he spins me around and pins me to the wall, crushing his lips to mine. I writhe against him, whimpering into the kiss, and lay my hands on his chest, feeling the leather and patches beneath my palms.

My lips open for him, my tongue finding his as he growls and steps closer, guiding me further into the shadows, hiding us from prying eyes as we hear the clubhouse door open, and the voices of some men stepping outside.

He goes back to devouring my lips, his palms sliding down to my ass to pull me tight against him. His hands squeeze over the cheeks of my ass, and I moan into his lips.

I gasp as he pulls away and suddenly spins me, pushing me up against the wall. He grabs my hair in a fist, pulling it out of the way, and tugging down the bandana I’m wearing around my neck. It’s to hide the marks he left on me last night, but as his lips latch on, I know he’s about to leave more.

He kisses the back of my neck, making me shiver. One of his hands slides around to slip under my shirt and bra, cupping my breasts, and teasing a nipple, and I whimper for more.

“You have such lush, soft tits, baby,” he purrs in my ear, and squeezes them.

“I love when you do that,” I pant.

He releases one of them and I feel him yank open his belt and hear the sound of his zipper. I whimper, eagerly, pushing my ass back against his bulge.

I hear the voices of the men talking around the corner; their cigarette smoke carries to us. This is insane, but I don’t care. I should stop Green, but it’s the last thing I want.

His hands go around my waist to unfasten my pants, and then he tugs them and my panties with them down, baring my ass. He groans as his hand slides over my skin.

I whimper, grinding back against him, and when he reaches and pulls his thick cock out, I gasp as I feel his thickness hot against my skin.

“Spread your legs, baby girl,” he growls, using his boot to kick my ankles apart, wedging his knee between my thighs. He grips his cock in a fist, and my pulse roars as he teases the head of his cock up the inside of my thigh. My eyes close as I brace myself against the wall with both hands, my head lolling back against his chest.

“Stick that ass out for me,” he hisses wickedly and eases the thick head against my slick pussy lips. I draw in a sharp breath and obey. He pushes, and when the head slips inside, I stutter in a breath. He grunts, gripping my hip with one hand and guiding his cock with the other as he slowly pushes inch after thick inch into my tight pussy.

When he’s halfway in, he grabs my hips with both hands, pins me to the wall, and thrusts. I gasp in pleasure as he fills me to the hilt with his cock.

“Shh,” he purrs into my ear. “Better keep quiet, baby girl,” he growls in my ear. “Otherwise my brothers will know you’re getting fucked like a dirty little girl against the wall of the clubhouse.”

I moan, stuffing a hand into my mouth, and pushing back against him as he grinds deep inside me. He slides out slowly, teasing me and groaning. I glance over my shoulder to see him watching my dripping pussy take his big cock. He eases out until just the head is inside of me, before he drives right back in, making me groan in pleasure and grip down on him.

And then Tim starts to fuck me.

He groans, thrusting deep, hissing in pleasure as I slide up and down his shaft. I moan wildly around the hand I’ve got muffling myself, panting as my face crumbles in pleasure. His hand slides down my arm, fingers lacing with mine against the wall as he starts to thrust and rut into me like a man possessed.

His hand grips my hip, tugging me back to meet his thrusts as he buries his cock in my pussy over and over again. An orgasm suddenly washes over me like a freight train, and I turn my head and bite his arm, hard, to stop from screaming—my pussy clenching and rippling around his cock. And still, he just keeps going.

I can feel my honeyed release dripping down all over him, the wet sounds of us thrusting together filling the night air lewdly. I turn my head, and when our lips crash together, he devours my moans of pleasure and starts to thrust harder, and faster.

“Fuck, Sara,” he whispers in my ear, and pleasure melts through me as he sinks his cock deep into me. “Sweet heaven.”

“Fuck me hard. Don’t stop,” I beg softly.

“Come, baby,” he grunts into my lips. “Come on my big cock right now. Let me feel that tight little pussy come all over me. I want you to feel it running down your thighs.”

I moan, thrusting back to meet him. I can’t get enough of it. He groans, pumping into me faster, rutting into me like a demon. He glances down.

“I love watching that tight little ass bouncing off my abs.”

My fingers tighten in his, and I moan so deeply as we both go crashing toward that release.

“Come for me, Sara,” he grunts. “Let me feel you come for me.”

He drives in deep, and when his mouth finds my neck and bites, suddenly I’m exploding for him. I gasp loudly before I turn and bury my cry into my shoulder, and I start to come for him. I clench