The Biker's quintuplets Mum

Amelia

The drive to his place was a blur, I had no idea how far his house was, only that the moment we stopped at the estate gate, Maxwell grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my mouth with wild, urgent strokes. His pace was rough, unrestrained, and my eyes flooded with tears, but I kept going, letting him take what he wanted.

His groans filled the car, deep and raw as he fucked my mouth. The security guard must have wondered why we weren’t moving, because the gate swung open on its own. He even walked up to the car and tapped on the window, but we didn’t respond. Maxwell was too lost in the moment, and his moans were loud enough that the guard must have understood and walked away quickly.

Maxwell’s grip tightened as his hips snapped forward faster, each thrust more desperate than the last. A few moments later, he let out a sharp, low sound and spilled into my mouth, the warmth hitting the back of my throat as his body shuddered hard above me.

I swallowed every cum and wiped my mouth before lifting my head. He smirked. “You are trouble,” he said, pulling me in for a quick, heated kiss. “Come on, let’s go inside.” He restarted the car and we drove through the gates into a sprawling mansion.

Even with heat still buzzing through my body, I couldn’t stop staring at the place. I know I come from money, but this mansion carried a different kind of wealth, quiet, powerful, and almost unreal in its beauty.

I pulled my pants back on quickly before we stepped out. A man hurried over the moment we arrived, and Maxwell tossed him the keys without slowing down. He took my hand, firm and sure, and we walked inside together, moving fast through the grand entrance.

The moment we stepped inside, he pushed me back against the wall and lifted my hands above my head as his mouth claimed mine with a fierce, commanding kiss. It was clear he wanted control, and he wasn’t hiding it.

His lips left mine and moved to my neck, his breath warm as he trailed slowly, claiming kisses along my skin. One hand kept my wrists pinned, the other slid down to and cupped my boobs. The intensity made my pulse stumble, but the reminder of why I was here hit me hard.

I twisted out of his hold, forcing myself to break free before I lost track of my purpose entirely.

“I want you to fuck me on your matrimonial bed.” I said, biting my lip in a slow, teasing dare. I knew he wouldn’t refuse, not with the way his eyes darkened, not with how far gone he already was.

His jaw flexed. “Fine. Upstairs.” Before I could blink, he lifted me effortlessly, like my weight meant nothing to him. My breath hitched as he carried me up the staircase, his grip firm, his steps quick.

We entered the bedroom, and I froze for a second. The room was stunning, spacious, elegant, and impossibly polished, the kind of place that whispered old money and quiet power.

He set me down on the bed with care. “I will be back, I need the bathroom,” he said before disappearing inside and closing the door.

The moment he was out of sight, I moved fast. This was my only chance. I scanned the room, searching for a place to hide my phone without making it obvious. The problem was I didn’t know this house like he did. If he reached for something he normally used and found the camera, everything would fall apart.

My eyes swept across the furniture, the walls, the décor, every corner where a device could blend in without drawing attention. I needed the right angle, the right shadow, something natural enough that he wouldn’t question it.

Time was running out, and if I didn’t place it before he stepped out of that bathroom, all of this would be for nothing.

I spotted a small couch at the side of the room facing the bed. Perfect angle, I pulled my phone from my purse, switched on the camera, and slid it into place, tucking part of it under a pillow. To make it look natural, I draped my jacket over the edge so nothing seemed out of place.

The second I stepped away, the bathroom door opened.

He walked out wearing only a towel, water dripping from his shoulders. The fabric did nothing to hide how worked up he still was. His body was a full display of ink, muscle, and heat, clearly the result of hours in the gym. For a moment, I forgot to breathe.

He came straight toward me, eyes dark, jaw set, that dangerous confidence radiating off him. Without a word, he pushed me back onto the bed, his hands firm but controlled. He dragged me closer, lips curling into a slow, hungry smile.

“You are so damn sexy,” he murmured, pulling my legs around him.

He squeezed one of my boobs with a firmness that stole my breath, his mouth closed over my other nipple, he kept licking and sucking, I arched into him, fingers sliding into his hair before he pulled back, his eyes dark and commanding.

“I am going to fuck you now,” he said, voice low and rough. “ I don’t do soft or vanilla sex. When I fuck someone, I fuck them hard and brutal. Are you sure you can handle that?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Just fuck me.”

I said and his smirk deepened, the towel dropped at his feet, and he pressed closer. He brought his giant dick close to my entrance, teasing my pussy with it. His gaze locked with mine, waiting until I nodded.

He slammed into my pussy in one move, I gasped as his dick slid inside my pussy. The intensity of it stole my breath, my voice, everything.I have never fucked a dick this fat and big before.

He drove into me again with a force that shook the bed, taking control without hesitation and started ramming and fucking me hard. The shock of it ripped a sound from my throat, my hands instinctively gripping his shoulders as if I needed something solid to hold on to. His pace quickened, each movement more intense than the last, his body moving with raw, unrestrained power.

He moved like a man who had lost all restraint, every thrust fueled by something fierce and consuming, and all I could do was hold on and let the moment swallow me whole.

“Maxwell. ” I gasped, the pressure building too fast to control. “I’m close, I can’t hold it.” He gripped my waist and pulled me tighter against him, forcing me to take every inch of his dick. He lifted my ass and pulled me closer, my pussy swallowed his whole dick.

The shift made my breath vanish, the sensation overwhelming, my body reacting before I could even think, my pussy clenched around his dick, release hit me hard. My back arched, a sharp cry tearing out of me as everything inside me snapped loose. I shook beneath him, unable to hold myself together.

His voice dropped into a rough growl against my ear. “You are driving me insane,” he said, sounding almost undone. “Your cunt is the sweetest I have ever fucked.”

His mouth pressed to my neck, he bit down just enough to make my whole body jolt, marking me.

He flipped me on all fours, gripped my hips, and yanked my ass high into the air, I arched my back for him. He smacked my ass hard, and heat spread through my body.

Without hesitation, he slammed into my overly soaked pussy with a force that made me moan so loud it echoed off the walls. Then he started pounding me hard and relentless. “ you are driving me crazy.” I moaned.

He grabbed my hair hard and pulled me up again, his presence overwhelming and electrifying. He didn’t stop ramming into me, he said with a loud groan, “ your pussy is the best I have fucked, fuccccccccck!!” We both screamed as he hit my sensitive spot, “ where have you been all my life.” He said and licked my ear.

My pussy clenched around him again and I came really hard, my body overwhelmed, I collapsed on the bed, he pulled out, he carried me and turned me on my side, swiftly.

Just when I thought we were done, he slipped his hard dick into my pussy again, he started pounding me hard again, this time harder that the bed shook, the whole room was filled with my scream and moan. He grabbed my waist tighter and kept pounding, groaning loudly.

“ fuck, I don’t want to stop fucking you cunt, this is mine.” He growled before slamming his hand hard against my pussy and I came again. He didn’t let go, closing the distance between our mouths, his lips met mine. The kiss was feral and possessive.

His pace was faster at this point, he broke the kiss and bit me hard on my neck, my pussy clenched around him again and we both came undone together.

After the intensity of the moment, he collapsed beside me, and we both gasped for breath. My mind went blank from the heat of it all, and for a moment, I forgot completely about the camera, I closed my eyes, letting exhaustion and relief wash over me.

I woke later to soft morning light creeping into the room. I noticed his tattooed arms still wrapped around me. Gently, I shifted away and reached for my phone, it had already shut off. I had completely forgotten about it after everything that had happened last night.

Glancing around the room, I spotted a charger in the corner and quickly plugged in my phone. I counted slowly to fifty as it powered back on.

Slipping back to the bed, I let his arms wrap around me one last time, hiding my face in my hair. I quietly captured a few pictures, preserving the memory. Then I got up, dressed quickly, and stole one final glance at him. He is the best I have ever had, unforgettable.

With a quiet breath, I slipped out of the room.

Author's note: so they were not done😭😭, Amelia, what are you going to do with the pictures and videos you took🫣🫣