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Taken by the Biker Gang (Pt. 2)

Part Two

Liam led me outside, Tony and Jason flanking us.

“It’s too bad we didn’t bring the slave bike,” Jason said. “Our new toy would enjoy that.”

“We’ll put her on it soon enough.” Liam slipped his fingers into my folds, even though we were in the middle of the hallway. “Besides, she’s so fucking horny, she’ll get off as soon as soon as she goes on my motorcycle.”

Liam picked me up as soon as we left the building so I wouldn’t cut my bare feet on anything. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck. He was so warm against the chilly night air. I was disappointed when he set me down in the parking lot. The backs of my legs brushed up against cold metal. “Get on, babe,” he whispered.

I realized I was backed up against a large, black motorcycle. I straddled it obediently. My pussy was directly on the leather seat.

Liam cupped one of my breasts and squeezed it. I gasped and ground against the seat, making Jason and Tony chuckle.

“Keep that pretty clit of yours pressed up against the seat,” Jason told me as he straddled his own bike about a foot away. “You’ll really enjoy the ride, then.”

Liam handed me his helmet to put on before getting on the bike in front of me. “Grab my waist, babe,” he said. “And don’t let go.”

I obeyed, fear and anticipation running through me. I had never ridden on the back of a motorcycle before, and I didn’t know what to expect.

Liam revved the engine and the seat started vibrating. I squealed as the stimulation went directly to my clit. This was probably what using a vibrator felt like. As Liam pulled out of the parking lot in front of Tony and Jason, the sensations became too much and they pushed me over the edge. I came in an intense orgasm that radiated throughout my entire body. I gripped Liam’s waist tighter so I wouldn’t fall off and I moaned. I swore I could feel Liam chuckling in front of me.

The ride was unlike anything I ever felt before. We had to have been on the bike for only 20 or so minutes, but the cold wind biting my skin and the vibrating seat beneath my legs was enough to put me on the verge of another orgasm. By the time we stopped, my entire body felt like jelly.

Liam got off the bike first. I collapsed onto the seat without him to support me up.

Jason whistled. “Our new slut really enjoyed that ride. She completely soaked the seat.”

I stood up and took off the helmet, trembling with exhaustion and aftershocks. Liam wrapped his arm around my waist. “Jason, Tony, go fill up the bikes and pay for the gas. The two of us will stay here.”

We were behind a gas station, not at wherever our final destination was. Jason and Tony left with the bikes, leaving me and Liam behind.

He pressed me up against the side of the building and kissed me roughly. I moaned and wrapped my arms around his neck. Nobody had ever wanted me as much as Liam seemed to want me. I doubted I would ever get used to it.

“I never did catch your name,” he said as he gripped my hips with his hands and ground against me.

“Lyla,” I gasped as he nuzzled my neck. “My name’s Lyla.”

“Well, then, Lyla,” he said. “There’s a couple things I need to know before we take you back and fuck you. Are you on birth control?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Have you been tested recently for STDs?”

Luckily, I had been. I got tested every few years because I was always a little paranoid about getting them. “Yes,” I said. “I’m clean. My doctor emailed me the results a couple days ago.”

Liam took out his cell phone and thrust it in my hands. “Show me.”

It was so hard to think, let alone type on a phone, with him kissing my neck like he was. He was shaking from the restraint, but he didn’t move to touch me how he pleased while I typed on his phone. With trembling hands I pulled up my email and showed him the attachment with the results. He twisted one of my breasts while he looked over the results.

“You’re all perfect, then, aren’t you?” He whispered. Liam turned me around so I was facing the side of the building. He ground up against my ass with his huge erection before unzipping his pants.

I forced myself to turn and push him away. He felt so good, but if I needed to prove I was clean, then so did he. “Your turn.” I gave him the phone.

Liam grinned. “Of course,” he said, typing on his phone. “Fair is fair, right?”

He showed me a blood test report from the week before. He was clean. “I haven’t been with anyone since the test” he said. “It’s a good thing we all get ourselves tested every month. I’ll show you the others, too, of course.” He showed them to me and I relaxed. At least this night wouldn’t give me any STDs.

“Now that business is taken care of, let’s get back to the fun.” He turned me around again.

I moaned and spread my legs when I felt his huge cock rub against me. He gripped the inside of my thighs and spread them. The rough side of the building scraped against the front of my thighs as he spread my legs.

The wet tip of his cock brushed against my pussy and then with one smooth stroke he entered me. I moaned loudly and his hand covered my mouth the next instant. “Keep it down, or I’ll make sure you can’t make noise,” he said.

I whimpered softly, but I didn’t moan again, even as he thrust inside me over and over. With his huge cock inside me and my clit rubbing against the cool brick, I could feel pressure building up inside me again as my body begged for release.

Liam gasped. “You’re so fucking sexy, Lyla,” he said. “I can’t wait to get you home.”

I smiled, pleased at his words. It had been such a long time that any man had ever wanted me, especially one as sexy as Liam. So much for being such an independent feminist, Lyla.

His cock filled me over and over. I felt so stretched and filled, so…his. He had a way of claiming my body and making it belong to him so completely. Liam’s hot breath tickled my hair as his breathing got heavier and heavier and he came closer and closer to completion. Then he bit down on my neck, making me come violently. I cried out, pleasure radiating through my entire body. Liam moaned softly and hot liquid squirted inside me as he came.

Liam released me from the wall and took a step back, buttoning his jeans. I leaned against the wall, trying to recover.

“You’re one explosive slut, aren’t you?” Jason said from nearby.

I looked over to see him and Tony watching, lust plain on their features. I blushed, embarrassment flooding me as I realized they had seen at least most of it. There was no hiding what had happened, even now, not with Liam’s cum trickling down the side of my leg. I felt so dirty. And part of me found that incredibly hot.

“Let’s go,” Liam said. “We have a lot of fun waiting for us at home.” He grinned at me when he said that, and I had a feeling the night was only just beginning.

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