Bound to the Bikers – Screaming Eagles MC Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 73680 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 368(@200wpm)___ 295(@250wpm)___ 246(@300wpm)
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“You’re a fucking brat,” he growls as he pins my wrists down above my head. He roughly pulls the cups down on my bra, exposing my breasts to his callused touch. He captures one of my nipples between his fingertips and tugs it so hard, I squeak. The tiny pulse of hurt quickly spreads into something deeper and I grind against him, making him snarl, “You think you can fucking tease me? You’re mine to do what I want with.”

I’ve never thought I could handle anything rough, but these guys are showing me that maybe I just never met someone I wanted it from. “Are you punishing me?”

“Maybe I am. Is that what you want? Or do you regret choosing me tonight?”

I arch my back, sliding my pussy along his length as far as I can get it. “No regrets.”

He palms my breast, squeezing hard. “I love your big fucking tits. This time I’m going to come deep inside you, but next time I want to see my cum all over you and watch you rub it into your fucking skin.”

Blade lets go and slaps my breast lightly, making me moan. He’s so dirty. I like it.

He reaches past me and pulls open the drawer of his night stand, taking out a little plastic packet that he tears open with his teeth so he doesn’t have to let go of my wrists. Once he’s got himself covered, he backs up just enough to nestle the head in between my folds, right at my entrance, but not inside.

“Fuck yourself.”

“What?” I’m not sure how he means.

“You want this so fucking bad? Get me inside you and show me.”

Oh God.

Stretched out with my hands pinned, I don’t have a lot of leverage, but I try. Pressing from my shoulders, I arch myself against him, inching myself closer. He watches, perfectly still and perfectly stiff. It takes a couple tries, but I wiggle my hips until the head is nestled right at my entrance. I move just enough that the thickness opens me with a warning of what’s to come. There’s a lot left to take.

“Please,” I whisper. What little I’ve got of him is more of a tease than anything, and I want it all. I want him to rut me like an animal, to take me for all that I’m worth. “Stop teasing.”

He leans down and nips my shoulder. “I’m the one giving orders,” he growls.

He’s driving me crazy. “Jesus, Blade, please fuck me.” I roll my hips, trying to capture more of him. “Please!”

“You do this, you can’t take it back. You’re mine just as much as you’re theirs,” he rumbles as he pushes his whole length into me.

We groan together. I’m so slick, his girth goes in easily even though he’s spreading me wide with every inch until his hips press against mine. His cock pulses before he pulls back until there’s hardly any left of him in me. I feel so empty.

“Don’t stop.”

Punishment over, it’s time for my reward. Blade thrusts, and it’s glorious and tight, stuffing me full until I’m bursting with him. I moan from deep in my throat, a primal sound I don’t have any control over.

He growls and gives me what I asked for. His hips twist in a sinuous rhythm that pounds faster and faster into my tight body. Flesh strikes flesh as he stuffs me over and over. I struggle against his hold on my wrists, not wanting to get free, but just to feel how well he has me captured. It’s all part of the game. Part of the excitement.

My breath comes in labored gasps as I struggle to keep myself from coming apart. He’s going to make me come again, and no single man has ever done that. Alpha and Ripper didn’t really count since they were cooperating.

I get a sudden flash of all three of them taking me together, the fun and tenderness of Ripper and Alpha, combined with Blade’s need for control, and I almost explode just at the thought of it.

“Fuck, keep squeezing me like that,” Blade groans. I wonder what he’d say if he knew why. “Let me feel you come around me.”

Metaphors about butterflies and sparks can’t even begin to describe what I’m feeling. He’s tearing me apart at the seams, ripping away my self-control with hard, masterful strokes, and angling his hips just right to make my body clench around him. I’ve never come so hard in my life, and still, he’s fucking me.

“I’m dead. You killed me,” I whisper.

“Just a little more,” he groans, and as he says it, he plunges deep and holds himself there, pulsing thickly against my core. My inner muscles ripple in contractions, up and down his length. Blade groans deep and long, and his stormy eyes watch me closely as he releases like a flood.



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