Page 68 of Diary of a Biker Queen

I could have pushed it more. Forced myself inside her. But I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I would. “You aren’t there yet.”

“I am,” she begged breathlessly. “Please, Luca. Fuck.”

I buried my face in her neck and tried to breathe, all while trying to kill myself all at once. It was too good, not enough, and too much.

But I wouldn’t hurt her. Even though she was begging me to.

“I’m going to get you there, but not like this. I’m going to get you some toys and make you wear them until your perfect ass begs for my cock. You hear me?”

“Oh God,” she whispered. “I’m going to come.”

So was I. I thrust inside her pussy once more and moaned again when Lynx’s lips kissed their way down my spine. I hadn’t even noticed him dragging up my shirt, but I felt every touch of his mouth and tongue on my back and the wet pressure of two slicked fingers slipping between my ass cheeks while I was dick deep inside Nyah’s pussy.

“Fuck!” I shouted when Lynx touched the aching spot I so needed played with. I drove into Nyah faster and faster, getting off on her shaking and trembling, another orgasm gripping her body and sending her over the edge.

The pulse of her internal muscles around my cock with the added feeling from Lynx’s fingers inside me had me spiraling right along with her. Cum spurted from my tip, spilling inside her body, and I groaned her name, then his, the three of us a hot, sweaty mess of good feelings and complete and utter abandonment of inhibitions.

I fucked her until I had nothing left and then collapsed down beside her, careful not to crush her beneath my weight.

It left her free to get up and go back to Dax.

Her entire body flushed with a light sheen of sweat, and my cum dripped down her thighs. I watched, exhausted, from my couch, as she stood in front of Dax, waiting to see what he’d say.

I found myself holding my breath too, and even Lynx had gone quiet.

Like all four of us knew whatever Dax said or did next was important. Like it might define whatever the four of us could actually be together.

If he rejected her now, after he’d watched her fuck both me and Lynx, then that would be it.

She would choose him. Not just because of the baby, but because she’d loved him first.

And if that happened, I was sure Lynx and I would break too. Because without her between us, I wasn’t sure we were enough to be anything more than a quick party fuck in the bushes.

Suddenly, I felt like Dax held all the power.

When he reached a hand for her and grabbed her hip, dragging her to him, I finally took a breath.

It blew out in a hot rush of air. She straddled him and sank down on his cock, the two of them kissing like the fact she was already filled with my cum wasn’t a problem.

Neither of them lasted long. They ground in time with each other, taking what they needed, and getting there with the speed and efficiency of a couple who’d been together many times before and knew exactly what the other liked.

Her breathy moans merged with his deeper ones, until he came, her name a guttural hiss of pleasure, and she shuddered around him, in what had to be the fourth or maybe even fifth orgasm of the night.

All four of us lay there on the couches for a long time, catching our breaths, zero awareness of the room around us until I finally snapped out of the lust haze and realized, at some point, everyone else had left and it actually was just the four of us.

When Dax gathered Nyah up in his arms and stood to take her to her bedroom, Lynx and I instinctively got up and followed.

21

NYAH

Dear Diary,

Talking about anal over your cornflakes is a bit much.

Six months pregnant, covered in sweat and cum and surrounded by three men, I had never felt sexier in my life.

Dax put me in a hot shower, and Lynx followed us in. I leaned against Dax, my arms wrapped around his waist, my head on his chest while Lynx stood behind me, washing my hair and massaging soap into the muscles of my back.