Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

RILEY’S POV

Explicitly disturbing MMF scenes ahead!

On your knees," I said, voice low and commanding. "All three of you."

Cane’s eyes flashed with surprise, then dark hunger. Caden smirked like he’d been waiting for this. Gunnar’s jaw clenched, but none of them argued.

They lowered themselves to the floor in front of me like obedient rabbits, powerful Alphas on their knees for their mate.

I stepped closer, my heart hammering. The power felt intoxicating.

I started with Cane. I grabbed his jaw, tilting his face up, and slowly dragged my fingers down his throat, over his chest, feeling every hard ridge of muscle through his shirt. I popped the buttons open one by one until his bare chest was exposed, then raked my nails down his abs, watching them flex under my touch. His cock jerked visibly in his pants when I reached his waistband.

"Take it out," I ordered.

He did, freeing that massive, huge cock. It sprang up heavy and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum, flushed dark red. I wrapped both hands around it, feeling the scorching heat, the way it throbbed against my palms. So big my fingers didn’t meet around it. I stroked him slowly, base to tip, twisting my wrist at the head just to hear the guttural groan rip out of him.

"Fuck, Riley..." he rasped.

I stroked him harder, watching his hips twitch, fighting not to thrust into my fist. Pre-cum leaked steadily over my fingers, making everything slick and obscene. I used it to stroke faster, tighter, feeling every vein pulse under my grip.

Caden was next. I turned to him, still stroking Cane with one hand, and palmed Caden’s bulge first, squeezing the heavy length through his pants until he cursed. He freed himself quickly—his cock slightly longer, curved upward, the head fat and leaking. I took him in my other hand, stroking both brothers at the same time, feeling them throb in sync.

"Now look at you two," I whispered, voice husky. "So hard for me. Aching like you’re dying to fill me up."

I dropped to my knees between them, bringing their cocks closer together. I rubbed the heads against each other, smearing their pre-cum, then stroked them in long, firm pulls while they groaned above me. Their hips jerked, chasing my touch, but I kept control, edging them with slow, teasing strokes.

Gunnar watched with burning eyes. I beckoned him closer with a look. He stood up and stepped in, freeing his own cock—thickest of all, heavy and straight, veins standing out angrily. I released one of the others just long enough to take him in both hands, stroking that massive shaft while my mouth hovered close enough for my hot breath to tease the head.

I licked a slow stripe up Gunnar’s cock, tasting the salty pre-cum, then did the same to Caden and Cane, alternating between them. My hands never stopped working the two I wasn’t licking. Wet, filthy sounds filled the room—my hands sliding over slick cocks, their low groans, my own soft moans as I tasted them.

I took Cane’s head into my mouth, sucking hard, swirling my tongue while my hands pumped the other two. Then switched to Caden, then Gunnar, never letting any of them go without attention. Their hips bucked, hands fisting at their sides like they were fighting the urge to grab my head and fuck my throat.

"You’re killing us," Caden growled, voice wrecked.

"A good one," I said, pulling off Gunnar’s cock with a wet pop. "You made me ache for a while. Now it’s your turn."

I stood up again, pushing them back until they were sitting on the edge of the low couch. I straddled Cane’s lap first, grinding my soaked pussy along the length of his bare cock without letting him inside. The hot, thick shaft slid between my folds, rubbing perfectly against my swollen clit. I rocked my hips, coating him in my wetness, while I reached out to stroke Caden and Gunnar on either side.

My breasts bounced with every roll of my hips. Cane’s hands gripped my waist hard enough to bruise, but he didn’t thrust up. He let me use him, teeth gritted, eyes locked on where his cock disappeared between my thighs over and over.

"Feel how wet I am?" I whispered against his mouth. "All this is for you three. And you can’t have it yet."

I moved to Caden next, repeating the motion—grinding my dripping cunt along his curved cock, letting the head catch on my entrance before sliding back up. He cursed loudly, hips jerking. I stroked Gunnar faster, then switched again, using each of their cocks to rub my clit, teasing myself and them until we were all panting and desperate.

My hands explored everywhere—tracing their abs, pinching their nipples, squeezing their heavy balls while I kept grinding. I kissed them one by one, deep and filthy, biting their lips, sucking their tongues, all while my hips never stopped moving.

They were shaking. Cocks impossibly harder, leaking constantly, veins pulsing wildly in my grip. I could feel how close they were, how badly they needed to come, but I kept them right on the edge, slowing down every time their breathing changed.

Gunnar suddenly stood, chest heaving. His cock bobbed heavily, angry and wet from my hands and mouth. He walked to a small cabinet in the corner of the room, opened it, and pulled out a crystal vial filled with shimmering, deep crimson liquid.

He brought it back to me.

"Drink this," he said, voice rough.

I took the vial, staring at the swirling liquid. It smelled sweet, like berries and smoke and something darker.

"What is it?" I asked, already tilting it toward my lips.

Gunnar’s eyes burned into mine. "It’s Moon essence. Concentrated. One sip will make your body burn with need for the next several hours. Your pussy will stay soaked. Your clit will throb constantly. Every touch will feel ten times stronger. You’ll ache to be filled by all three of us... and it won’t fade until we’ve ravished you completely."

I held his gaze, heart pounding.

Then I tipped the vial back and drank every drop.

The liquid slid down my throat like warm honey and fire. Heat exploded through my veins instantly, rushing straight between my legs. My pussy clenched hard, fresh slick gushing down my thighs. My nipples tightened to the point of pain. Every inch of my skin became hypersensitive.

I gasped, dropping the empty vial.

My clit was already pulsing wildly. My inner walls fluttered, empty and desperate.

Gunnar’s voice dropped lower as he stepped closer again, his massive cock still hard and leaking.

"We aren’t stopping anytime soon, Riley. Not until you’re properly satisfied."

The heat inside me flared even hotter, turning my blood into liquid lust—

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