Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

Chapter 70: Chapter 70

Insane Twos

Sapphire’s lips curved into a wicked smile as Daphne’s words hung in the air. She didn’t wait for any more permission. Her fingers finished undoing the last few buttons of Daphne’s dress in one swift motion, the dark fabric parting like water. She shoved it off Daphne’s shoulders, letting it pool at her feet in a careless heap.

Daphne stood there in nothing but black lace panties and a thin bra that did very little to hide how hard her nipples already were. Sapphire’s gaze raked over her slowly, deliberately, drinking in every inch of exposed skin.

"You always act so composed in front of everyone else," Sapphire murmured, voice thick with want, "but look at you now. Already leaking for me."

Daphne’s breath hitched when Sapphire’s hand slid between her thighs, cupping her through the lace. The fabric was soaked.

"Shut up and touch me properly," Daphne hissed, but the words came out more like a plea.

Sapphire laughed low in her throat.

She hooked two fingers into the waistband of Daphne’s panties and yanked them down in one rough pull, leaving Daphne completely bare from the waist down. Daphne stepped out of them without being told, spreading her legs just enough for Sapphire to see how swollen and glistening she already was.

Sapphire dropped to her knees. The movement was sudden.

Daphne’s hands flew to Sapphire’s hair instinctively, gripping tight as Sapphire buried her face between Daphne’s thighs without preamble.

The first long, flat lick dragged from entrance to clit and Daphne’s knees nearly buckled.

"Fuck—"

Sapphire didn’t give her time to adjust. She sealed her mouth over Daphne’s clit and sucked hard, tongue flicking mercilessly against the swollen bud while two fingers plunged straight inside without warning.

Daphne’s hips jerked forward, chasing the pressure. A broken moan tore out of her throat.

Sapphire hummed against her, the vibration making Daphne’s thighs tremble. She curled her fingers upward, stroking that rough patch inside that always made Daphne see stars, while her tongue worked relentless circles around the clit.

Daphne’s grip in Sapphire’s hair turned painful.

"Harder," she gasped. "Don’t you dare go slow—"

Sapphire obliged.

She added a third finger, stretching Daphne wide, thrusting fast and deep while her mouth sucked and licked with brutal precision. Wet, obscene sounds filled the room—Daphne’s slick coating Sapphire’s chin, dripping down her wrist. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

Daphne’s legs started shaking violently.

"I’m—fuck—I’m gonna—"

Sapphire pulled back just enough to speak against her soaked folds.

"Come on my tongue, Daphne. Drench me. Show me how badly you needed this."

She latched back on and sucked so hard Daphne screamed.

The orgasm hit like a freight train.

Daphne’s entire body locked up. Her thighs clamped around Sapphire’s head, hips grinding frantically against her mouth as wave after wave ripped through her. She sobbed Sapphire’s name, nails scraping scalp, her back arched so sharply it looked painful.

Sapphire didn’t stop.

She kept licking through the spasms, kept fingering her through the aftershocks, drawing out every last shudder until Daphne was whimpering, oversensitive, trying weakly to push her head away.

"Too much—Sapph—please—"

Sapphire finally pulled back, lips and chin shining with Daphne’s release. She stood slowly, licking her lips like a cat that got the cream.

Daphne was trembling, chest heaving, eyes glassy.

Sapphire grabbed her by the throat—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to remind her who was in control right now—and kissed her brutally.

Daphne tasted herself on Sapphire’s tongue and moaned into the kiss like she was starving. freewebnovёl.ƈom

When Sapphire pulled back, a thin string of saliva connected their lips for a second before snapping.

"Bed," Sapphire ordered, voice wrecked. "Now."

Daphne obeyed instantly.

She scrambled backward onto the mattress, legs spread, chest rising and falling rapidly.

Sapphire stripped herself sharply—dress yanked over her head, bra unhooked and thrown, panties kicked away. Naked, she crawled onto the bed like a predator stalking prey.

Daphne watched her with dark, hungry eyes.

Sapphire straddled Daphne’s thigh first, grinding down once, twice, coating Daphne’s skin with her own wetness.

"You feel how soaked I am just from eating you out?" she rasped. "That’s what you do to me."

Daphne reached up, grabbed Sapphire’s breasts and squeezed hard.

"Then fuck me like you hate me."

Sapphire’s control snapped.

She shoved Daphne flat on her back, grabbed both wrists and pinned them above Daphne’s head with one hand. With the other she guided Daphne’s thigh up, hooking it over her hip, then lined their bodies up so their clits pressed directly together.

The first grind was electric.

Both women moaned at the same time.

Sapphire started moving—slow, deliberate rolls of her hips at first, letting their slick heat slide against each other, building friction.

Then faster.

Harder.

The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room again.

Daphne’s free hand clawed down Sapphire’s back, leaving red lines.

"Harder—fuck—grind on me—"

Sapphire snarled and obeyed.

She released Daphne’s wrists only to grab both thighs, yanking them wider, folding Daphne nearly in half so she could grind deeper, faster, their clits smashing together with every brutal roll.

Daphne’s eyes rolled back.

"Yes—yes—right there—don’t stop—"

Sapphire leaned down, biting Daphne’s neck hard enough to bruise.

"Come again," she growled against her skin. "Come while I’m riding you. Soak my pussy the way you soaked my face."

Daphne shattered.

Her entire body seized, thighs locking around Sapphire’s waist as she came with a scream, hips bucking wildly, slick gushing between them.

Sapphire chased her own release right after—grinding frantically through Daphne’s spasms until her own orgasm slammed into her.

She threw her head back, a guttural moan ripping from her throat as she came hard, hips stuttering, clit pulsing against Daphne’s.

They collapsed together, panting, sweat-slick, trembling.

For several long minutes neither spoke.

Then Daphne laughed—low, breathless, almost disbelieving.

"You really are insane," she muttered.

Sapphire smirked against her shoulder."You love it."

Daphne didn’t deny it.

Instead she rolled them so she was on top, straddling Sapphire’s waist.

"My turn," she said, voice dark with promise.

She slid down Sapphire’s body, kissing and biting a trail over her breasts, ribs, stomach—until she reached the apex of Sapphire’s thighs.

She looked up, eyes glittering.

"Spread for me."

Sapphire did.

Daphne didn’t tease.

She dove in like she was starving—tongue plunging inside first, fucking Sapphire with it while her thumb rubbed merciless circles over her still-throbbing clit.

Sapphire’s hands flew to Daphne’s hair, hips lifting off the bed.

"Fuck—yes—eat me—"

Daphne added two fingers, curling them viciously against Sapphire’s front wall while her tongue lashed her clit without mercy.

Sapphire came again in under two minutes—hrr back bowing, thighs clamping around Daphne’s head, screaming her name as she gushed against Daphne’s mouth.

Daphne drank every drop.

When Sapphire finally went limp, Daphne crawled back up, kissing her slow and filthy, letting Sapphire taste herself.

They lay tangled together afterward, breathing hard, their hearts hammering.

After a long silence, Daphne spoke. "If Riley actually survives the Rite..."

Sapphire’s hand tightened on Daphne’s hip.

"She won’t."

Daphne smiled against Sapphire’s throat."But if she does" she drawled "What should we do to her body"