Monroe, Marla - Their Biker Babe in Training [The Dirty Dozen 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read Online Free Page B

Alexis was moaning, grasping the bedsheets in her hands. Her mouth was open as she breathed in and out in a slight pant. He moved to the head of the bed and sat on the edge. Watching her was almost as much fun as fucking her had been. He reached over and brushed her hair from her face. Then he leaned in and kissed her forehead, cheek, and that little spot in front of her ear.
    She turned her head toward him. He obliged her and gave her his mouth. She thrust her tongue inside of it as she explored his chest with her questing hands. He moved his tongue alongside hers, exploring it as he went. Then he sucked on her tongue until she was moaning in his mouth.
    When he pulled back, she whimpered. He moved down to her breasts and began playing with her nipples as Neal continued to tunnel in and out of her hot cunt. By the look on his face, he wasn’t far off. Her having sucked on him had put him on the edge, as well. Mark wanted to squeeze one more orgasm from Alexis before they were through for the night. He wanted her exhausted and relaxed despite herself.
    He sucked and nipped on her nipples, one right after the other. Then he reached between Neal and her pussy and began manipulating her clit. The more he circled and brushed over it, the more she begged for more. He began tapping at it, then pressed against it. It was all it took as she plummeted over the edge, screaming all the way. Neal groaned and, after two more thrusts of his cock, followed her over.
    Mark let go of her clit and moved back up the bed to soothe her down. He praised her for coming and kissed along her cheek and forehead before latching onto her ear and sucking in her earlobe.
    He heard Neal pulling out and pad toward the bathroom. The look on Neal’s face as he had come told him that he’d been as affected by the experience as Mark had been. It wasn’t often they felt so connected to a woman that they felt in tune with her needs. Alexis was one of those rare women. It was going to be difficult to pull away from her when it was time.
    Mark slid into the bed and pulled the covers up from the foot of the bed to cover her sweat-covered body so she wouldn’t get chilled as she cooled off. He snuggled up next to her. Alexis curled into him, laying her head on his chest and wrapping her legs around his. She played in his chest hair, absently drawing circles and some unknown designs.
    “That was the best I’ve ever been fucked. Thank you.”
    “Neal, did you hear that?” Mark asked as Neal walked back in the bedroom.
    “What?”
    “She said that was the best she’d ever been fucked before.” Mark couldn’t believe someone hadn’t treated her right.
    “You mean lately, right?” Neal asked.
    “No. Ever. I usually get a little lick then a lot of shoving in and out that doesn’t do anything for me,” Alexis said.
    Her fingers continued to dance around his chest as she spoke. Neal climbed into the bed on the other side of her and spooned her from behind.
    “They obviously didn’t know what they were doing. You need relaxation before you get to the heavy part.” Neal moved her hair aside and kissed her neck.
    “I never knew it could be so intense, or so good. I want to do it again.”
    Mark chuckled, threading his hands through her hair. “Not tonight. We’ll try it again in the morning to see if it was as good as you remembered it.”
    “Besides, I’m tired,” Neal teased. “I need some rest between rounds.”
    Alexis yawned and they all chuckled as she harrumphed out a breath and promptly fell asleep.
    “I think we wore her out, Neal.”
    “Good thing, because she wore me out, too. I haven’t come that hard in a long damn time,” Neal confessed.
    “Me neither. She’s relaxed right now. Let’s see how she fares in the morning when she wakes up,” Mark said.
    “What do you think about a ride tomorrow out to the lake and back? We could take a picnic lunch with us.”
    “That’s a good idea. I doubt she’s ever been on a picnic unless