Ridden Hard: Taken by the Heaven's Assassins MC Read Free Page B

a single word to me or even bothering to meet my gaze, the second man approaches the counter and positions himself between my spread legs.
     
    I watch in fascination as he dramatically peels back the long, rumpled hood of his foreskin, exposing the shiny, dark pink surface of his visibly wet glans. Bending the thick, veiny shaft of his cock downwards, he rubs the head up and down between the delicate lips of my inner labia, lubricating himself thoroughly with the frothy white cream generated by the friction of my previous partner. Then, he nudges the pointed tip into the swollen mouth of my impatient pussy, and looks up at me.
     
    There’s something eerie about his expression that has my heart beating faster.
     
    Moving his hands to the insides of my thighs, he pushes on them until my knees are literally touching the countertop beside my chest, and my poor joints are absolutely screaming in agony. I didn’t even know I could do that! Then, he leans forwards and, using nothing more than the weight of his body, slowly forces his thick phallus to sink into the agonizingly tight glove of my womanhood; pushing and stretching and filling me inch by glorious inch... until our pubic bones come together with a solid bump.
     
    Whoa – he knows how to make an entrance!
     
    The first man chuckles and steps closer to watch the action. “Goddamn, that’s some hot shit right there. Did you see the way her pussy caved in around you? Fuckin’ sick! Now, ain’t this a hell of a lot better than messin’ around with those useless teases?”
     
    The second man responds with an affirmative growl as he settles into a steady thrusting rhythm. He’s soon driving deeper and more vigorously than the first man, but unlike the first, is practically laying on top of my body – to the point that I can feel the sticky streaks of his friend’s cum gradually spreading on our skin... a particularly nasty notion that sends a shiver of lustful pleasure shooting like lightning bolts down my spine.
     
    And then, completely out of the blue, he stops. Pulling out, the man climbs off my body and stands in front of the counter, studying me with a scowl as his now blatantly wet manhood pulses up and down. His light blue eyes seem to pierce into my very soul – and hint at a deep, primal dominance that’s honestly a little bit frightening. He seems a completely different person after watching his friend and I fuck!
     
    “Turn over and show me your ass,” he commands in a low, gravelly voice.
     
    I obediently scramble off the countertop and turn around, bending over the sink and presenting him with my naked bum.
     
    Immediately, he gives my buttocks a series of sharp whacks with the open palm of his hand.
     
    “Fuck yeah!” shouts the first man gleefully. “Spank that juicy ass! Show that fuckin’ slut who’s boss!”
     
    “Oh, I plan on it,” he sneers as he slaps me hard another half dozen times, until both cheeks are searing hot and stinging with pain.
     
    Eventually placing both hands on the narrow part of my waist, the black-haired man glides them slowly along the curves of my hips and around the swells of my buttocks, his fingers delving between my cheeks and tugging them apart. One finger presses against the crinkled depression of my anus as though testing its tightness, and then moves a little lower to probe along my feminine cleft.
     
    Suddenly, I feel multiple fingers penetrate my pussy – thick, rough, calloused, working fingers that scrape my inflamed flesh and stretch me open so far, it honestly hurts. I whimper demurely and wiggle my ass, hoping to encourage the man to use a more delicate instrument of penetration.
     
    At that exact moment, there’s a loud bang on the locked restroom door that startles us all. I feel his rough fingers promptly withdraw.
     
    The door rattles, and then a muffled male voice comes from the other side. “Hey... hello? What the fuck’s going on in there?” The voice sounds youthful, like