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The Biker's quintuplets Mum

“Men will stain your white,” a friend once told me during a business trip to Africa. I laughed it off as a joke. I wish I hadn’t. I’m Amelia, a powerful real estate mogul feared across the industry. In my late thirties, I had everything; wealth, beauty, and control. Marriage? Not on my list… until I met him; a struggling fashion designer who turned one night of fun into a lifetime commitment. They say never trust the loyalty of a broke man. I learned it the hard way. I married him, loved him, even aborted my second child to save our marriage. But love is blind, and mine cost me everything; my womb, my child, my freedom. He betrayed me with another woman, and in my rage, I killed him. That night destroyed my life; my parents’ company collapsed, my best friend died, and I was sentenced to rot in prison. Until I woke up; three years in the past. On my best friend’s wedding day… to the same man who murdered her. This time, I stopped the wedding. This time, I’ll make them all pay. But fate plays cruel games. One night of revenge led me into the arms of a powerful ex-biker; a Trillionaire with a dangerous past. I ran away with our 5 little secret. And now, he won’t stop until he has me.
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Chapter 6

Amelia

I parted my legs, anticipation coiling tight inside me. I wasn’t sure if it was the drugs in my system or the thought of being with Maxwell Sinclair, but the excitement was dizzying. I kept glancing out the car window, searching for any sign of him.

Minutes dragged by, and the wait became unbearable. My body felt overheated, alive, burning with a need I couldn’t quiet any longer.

Restless, I slid my hands down my body down to my pussy, trying to ease the ache on it, I rubbed so hard, I felt the urge to slip my fingers inside, so fucking tempted but I wanted Maxwell doing all the drilling tonight.

The car door opened, and he slipped inside, surprise flickering across his face when he saw the state I was in.

“You took too long,” I breathed, my voice unsteady, my body trembling with impatience. I grabbed boobs hard and bit my lips, fuck I can’t fucking hold myself together.

His gaze darkened, filled with hunger as he looked at me.“I had to sneak out, they expected me to stay till midnight.” He said, his eyes lingering on my pussy. “ I am trying hard to hold myself together, I will drive the car a bit far from here, so we don’t get caught, you don’t want to have your cunt plastered all over the gossip blogs tomorrow morning.”

The engine growled to life as he gripped the wheel. He drove fast, faster than I have ever experienced but my nerves didn’t flinch. The anticipation drowned everything else out. He turned sharply into a secluded corner, and the car eased to a stop, the air suddenly thick with what was coming next.

I unbuckled my seat belt and moved onto his lap, my breath shaky with urgency. I slipped off my jacket, the cool air brushing my skin as I leaned in closer to him.

“Maxwell…” I whispered, the need in my voice impossible to hide as I guided his attention toward me. I squeezed my boobs so hard, I brought them closer to his face, his breath catching, his eyes flicking up to meet mine dark and hungry. “ suck my boobs.”

He caught a nipple between his teeth, and bites just enough to make me gasp. My pussy throbbing with want and my whole body was on heat. I reached for my other breast, but he caught my wrist and guided my hand away, wanting control. His palm slid over my breast, firm and deliberate, he squeezed it hard and my pussy got wetter.

He kept sucking on my nipple hard, he licked and rolled his tongue all over it, every slow pull sending shivers through me.

I grind my pussy against his hard dick, he moaned loudly against my nipple and his low, rough sound against my nipple made my breath catch.

The moment surged through me, overwhelming and warm, my head tipped back as the sensation rushed through every inch of my body.

He lifted me from his lap with a sudden, breathless urgency and laid me back against the seat. Before I could steady myself, he leaned over me and caught my mouth in a wild, hungry kiss.

It wasn’t gentle, we crashed together, both of us pushing, trying to take control, the heat between us spiraling higher with every heartbeat.

After a few breathless seconds, we tore our mouths apart, gasping for air, his lips found my neck and he buried his face in it, sucking every inch of it hard, leaving a bite mark. I moaned loudly, rubbing my fingers over my pussy to ease the ache there.

He licked and trailed my neck from my throat to my collarbone, tasting me, I ran my hands through his hair, “ please, fuck me already please.”

Instead his mouth crashed down on my nipple again, his tongue hot and his lips unrelenting. He sucked like a man starved and crazy man with relentless need, his other hand squeezing my other breast with intensity. I whimpered, overwhelmed, the sound filling the car as he went lower.

His mouth drifted lower, leaving a trail of hot, lingering kisses down my stomach. I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding on as anticipation tightened every part of me.

“fuck.” He breathed when he reached my drenched pussy, his fingers circled my throbbing clit and I almost went crazy, finally.

Relief and pleasure crashed together, making it hard to breathe, hard to think, my hips reacting before my mind could think.

Then his mouth touched onto my pussy and my whole body jolted, his tongue licked and sucked like a savage, fast and raw. He explored every fold, every inch, his fingers found my clit and circled it slowly and deliberately, that sent shock straight down my core.

The sensation was so intense, I grabbed his hair hard and grinded into his face, a raw sound tearing from my throat. I didn’t care who might hear, didn’t care about anything outside the car.

All I could feel was the fire he had ignited, and the way he pushed me closer and closer to the edge with every breath, every touch.

“Maxwell… I—” The words broke on a gasp. “I think I am close.”

The feeling swept over me fast, overwhelming, tightening every muscle in my body. My toes curled, my breath stuttered, and I grabbed at my nipples, twisting them hard, trying to ground myself as the rush climbed higher and higher.

He didn’t slow down. If anything, he became more determined, more consuming, he continued sucking harder, faster and more possessively. I couldn’t stay quiet, a very loud moan tore out of me uncontrollably.

No one had ever pushed me this far, never made me unravel like this or lose myself the way he did. Not with their dick or tongue, Maxwell Sinclair had me coming apart in the shadows of an empty corner, screaming without shame.

I fell apart and came all over his face, I collapsed back against the seat, breathless and trembling, and he looked up at me with a slow, satisfied smirk that made my pulse jump all over again.

Before I could steady myself again, He shoved a thick finger deep inside me, pumping hard and fast, a loud cry left my throat.

“So, fucking tight.” he groaned, his breath hot against my skin as his touch worked me higher, faster, feasting on my pussy with his fingers. My breath hitched, my body shaking so hard I could barely hold on.

“Maxwell.” I gasped, the pressure rising too fast. “I am going to cum.”

Just when I thought he would slow down, he added another finger inside of me, diving deeper and fastening his pace. Wet sounds filled the car as my pussy clenched around his fingers, reacting to every deliberate movement until the rush finally broke over me.

He withdrew his fingers from my pussy,his breath uneven, his eyes filled with needs.

“Let’s get out of here,” he said, voice rough. He pulled me upright and slipped my jacket over my shoulders, his touch lingering a little too long. “I want you somewhere I can actually lose control properly, where I can actually fuck your cunt without holding back.” He said, rubbing his hand over his dick.

He climbed back into the driver’s seat, the engine growling to life as he pulled out of the secluded corner. I reached toward him, my fingers brushing the edge of his waistband, wanting more, wanting him now.

His breath caught, “What are you doing?” he asked, voice low and as strained, trying and failing to sound composed.

“ I need your cock in my pussy.” I whispered, leaning closer, my breath brushing his ear. “but since you insisted we get home before fucking me, I want it in my mouth till we get home.”

My hand slid into his pants, I brought his hard cock out, his body jolted at the touch, his grip tightening on the steering wheel, a low growl slipping from his throat. It was massive, I have never had a cock this big in my pussy or my mouth.

“Cold feet or cold mouth?” he asked with a knowing smile. I shook my head, leaning closer. “Just drive safely.”

His smirk deepened as I slid down a little, my mouth brushed over his dick and licked his pre cum, just enough to tease him, he tensed and sucked in a sharp breath. The reaction alone sent a thrill through me.

My lips hovered over dock and I started sucking slowly, teasing him, his hips jerked involuntarily, his hand flying to my hair, fingers curling in tight as he tried to keep control of both himself and the car.

I sucked him faster, “Careful.” he rasped, his voice breaking. “You are going to make me lose it.” I ignored him and went deeper.

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck……. Hmmmmm” he groaned loudly , the sound vibrated through the whole car, deep and raw. It was the sexiest thing I have ever heard, and it sent a shiver straight down my spine.

His hips twitched, his breath broke, and for a moment he lost himself so completely the car drifted slightly to the side. He cursed under his breath and grabbed the steering wheel again, trying to steady both the car and himself.

But I didn’t stop sucking him hard, didn’t stop pushing him to the edge he was fighting so hard not to fall over.

”I am trying to keep us alive.” he rasped, voice shaking, every word wrapped in need and restraint.

Author's note: I caught you🤭🤭

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