Riding Hard with the Devil’s Disciples M.C.

By Lynda McMasters

Amanda has left her life behind. She was a bored wife and teacher, now she rides free, robbing and in the day and sleeping with whichever member of the gang she wants at night!

This 10,000 word story takes you back to the first day she joined the gang, leaving everything she knows to join a biker gang that rides into her town...

Warning This book contains explicit depictions of oral sex, lesbian sex, threesomes, ejaculation, BDSM, menage and multiple partners, voyeurism and so much more It is for mature 18+ adults only

• Language: English
• Publisher: Alice B Handcock
• Release date: Sep 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005058005

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Riding Hard with the

Devil’s Disciples M.C.

An Erotic Biker Romance

By Lynda McMasters

(c) Lynda McMasters

This work of fiction is intended for mature audiences only. All represented characters are consenting adults eighteen years of age or older – any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters engaging in sexual relations are over the age of consent. This work is the property of Lynda McMasters – not to be reproduced without consent.

All characters are over 18

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Freedom

That’s what it meant to me to be in this biker gang. The freedom to go where we wanted. The freedom to ride the open road with the wind in my hair. Freedom to drink. Freedom to fight.

Freedom to fuck!

Who I wanted and when I wanted. And I had quite a choice!

As we sped along the desert road, the flies hitting my visor and the sun beating down on my bare arms, I looked around me, taking in the muscular, tattooed, long haired bikers to my left and my right. Each one of them a throbbing meat sack. Every man with a big, unshaved cock in his oily denims. Yes, every one of them would get his turn with me.

I pulled my arms tighter around Dan, my ride for the day and gave him a squeeze. He put his hand on mine and we held that position for a while as I nuzzled my cheek into his back, hot skin on cold leather. I had never felt more alive.

I loved this life. A life that until very recently was completely alien to me. Men who, just two short months ago, would have scared me completely as they drove through my town, whooping and hollering, taking over the nearest bar, shooting pool and playing the juke box.

I reached around Dan to his pants and grabbed a hold of the bulge in his crotch. He felt warm and hard, with a satisfyingly large handful of flesh in my grip. As we drove, the gruff bark of 50 Harley Davidsons ringing in my ears, I unbuttoned his fly and dipped my hand into the opening. He was going commando, of course, I had yet to fuck one of the gang that wasn’t. I wrapped my hand around his hairy cock and felt it harden in my hand. It satisfied me, to think that I was able to turn a man like this on so quickly, to make him want me so much. He leaned his head back and through his Mexican moustache whispered

Do me baby

We both knew that I would. It was the price of a ride on one of these metal steeds.

I felt underneath his cock to his