Bikers Took Me Rough!

By Jade Blade

Tender, inexperienced Sonya is looking for a thrill…Insatiable curiosity brings her to the lair of the biggest, roughest, most dangerous brutes in town; ten ruthless bikers who don’t know what “gentle” means…

Uh oh. When they decide they all want a piece of her thick, curvy body, will Sonya be able to handle the downright depraved and abnormal things these muscular, hardened, alpha males want to do to her?! Now that they want her, there’s no going back! Has Sonya bitten off more than she can chew? Or will she come to love being stretched past her limits? 

Author’s note: If you’re not ready for massive poles in all holes, double penetration, and extreme stretching with pool sticks and pool balls by muscular hardened ruthless alpha males, please do not purchase this book!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jade Blade
• Release date: Jan 3, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524273996

Jade Blade

Jade is a white-collar professional from the east coast who enjoys her desk job, but longs for more time to explore her repressed, unconventional desires. This is one of her favorite outlets, and she hopes she can bring some excitement into the lives of her readers!

Book preview

Chapter One

The fantasies won’t leave me alone. I can’t seem to escape them. All I can think about is dirty perverse sex, all the time. Cocks stuffed deep inside my every hole. Being stuffed so full of cock that I can’t move an inch. God, the thought was so disgusting. But it wouldn’t go away.

I mean, I’m only nineteen and I’m inexperienced, but I should know what turns me on, right? What if I could get lots of cock all at once? What if I could have every crevice filled at the same time? How many fucksticks could I handle? The thought turned me on so much, it occupied every moment of my day.

What was I going to do? Getting it on with a whole pack of guys was beyond taboo. Good girls don’t do things like that. Good girls wait for marriage and only give it up to their husbands on their wedding nights. While I was trying to curb my urges, I was desperately toeing the line as my desire strained to be satiated...

I had heard about a bar a few miles outside of town; a place where the really wild boys hung out. I was warned not to go there, because the bike gang that ran the place was vicious. Naturally, that meant I needed to go. I wasn’t going to take anybody home or anything, of course not! I just needed to be nearer to the excitement, closer to what was going to rev my engine. Pun intended.

The pool hall is on a lonely stretch of highway that would be quiet and still if not for the constant vibrations of powerful Harley engines and loud voices of testosterone-filled men who are tough as nails. When I step inside it’s dingy, dark and dirty, exactly the way you would expect. They serve piss-warm beer and barely edible food. No one in their right mind would go into the bathroom. Obviously, these brutes aren’t in their right minds.

There were no other women. Just me. The thought was terrifying...and thrilling.