Overview
Mallory's good girl persona has gotten her nowhere in life, and it's time to get rid of it once and for all. First order of business: turn in her V-card, but to whom?
Four sexy, bad boy bikers have offered to be her first, but she can't possibly just pick one of them. Will she have the guts to take them all on? Will she be able to handle having ALL of her holes filled at the same time?
All systems are go for a sizzling night with four--yes, four--hot, hung bikers and Mallory can get rid of that good girl persona forever!
EXCERPT:
We were barely inside before Dex slid his arms around me and leaned in to give me just about the hottest, deepest kiss I'd ever experienced. He smelled of leather and he tasted faintly of booze and tobacco smoke. Despite that jokey manner of his, this guy was dark and dangerous. And I loved it.
"You're so damn sexy, Mallory," he said when he pulled back.
Aww. I basked under the glow of his compliment. It wasn't often that I felt sexy (I have a really huge ass) so to hear him say those words meant the world to me.
I was mid-sigh when I felt a hand on my arm. Before I knew it, I was spun around to face Lance.
With strong, gorgeous lips like a male model, he kissed me on the lips, the cheeks and the neck as he kneaded my tits with both hands, flicking the nipples with his thumbs. He was so tall, so built, so... Lance...man, he was hot.
"I've been wanting to get my hands on these gorgeous titties of yours ever since you sat down at our table," he said.
I couldn't even answer. The guy knew what he was doing, that's for sure. My panties were absolutely soaked. And so I just closed my eyes and arched my head back as I let him work his magic on me.
"Come here, sweetheart," said Hoagie, prying me out of Lance's arms and spinning me around to face him.
He grabbed my ass with both hands, holding me up against his already hard cock. He stuck one of his thighs between my legs and gently grinding it against my pussy. With a moan, I threw my head back in pleasure, and as crazy as this may sound, I already felt an orgasm starting to build up inside of me.
Entirely too soon, I was pried away from Hoagie and found myself facing Murph. He reached down to stroke my cheek in a surprisingly sweet, gentle gesture.
"You doing okay, hon?" he asked.
"Oh, yeah. Couldn't be better," I said.
"Good." He smiled, and then he reached down to unbutton his tight leather pants.
