Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 350

Skittles POV

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The room was perfect, like I couldn’t do anything else to the room to make it better, and Sprocket didn’t mind my elephant at all. When I placed it on the bed, I half expected him to say, ‘hell no,‘ and

throw it off the bed, but he didn’t, and that meant a lot to me.

His face as I explained how I became Skittles was cute.

“So, Skittles, because you enjoy eating them? Or because you used them to give love and support to your brother, using them for healing?” he asked, and that warmed me inside, that he didn’t jump

to conclusions.

“I enjoy eating them, and thought he would enjoy them too. Tried to make him feel better, but he was in a lot of pain. We were young. That night, Dad and Mum had the biggest row. She grabbed us and fled by the weekend, all planned by her. She packed everything while we were at school on Friday. Dad didn’t come home that night, a group of bikers arrived, and we were moving out. We couldn’t get hold of Dad to find out what happened, and our lives became one hellhole after that.” I felt all churned up inside, and wanted so desperately to forget that night, that week, that changed

our lives.

“Did you find your father?” We were out on the balcony. I was sitting on his lap, sipping my coffee, and he had one hand on my belly, anchoring me to him, and the other holding his coffee. The setting sun was racing towards the horizon, leaving the sky in ribbons of pink, orange, and grey. Guess we need to go down for dinner soon.

“Have you thought about my question? Are you okay with me claiming you as my girlfriend while you get settled and decide what you want to do moving forward? It will give you breathing space and a great fun bed. I promise to give you lots of chances to reach your climax each night,” he cheekily added as an incentive.

“Well, you did pass the test last night, so I guess we can be a couple for now. I only ask that when you tire of me, let me know. I would rather be told than find you in a compromising situation.” I tried not to sound too excited, but inside I was jumping for joy at the thought of giving this a go, and at the same time scared of being hurt again.

“You will? I will announce at dinner, which I think has begun, shall we?” He placed me on the ground, stood up, and held out his arm for me to loop, but I brushed it aside and jumped into his arms instead, wrapped my arms around his neck, and found his lips, sealing our agreement that

way.

“Hmm, if we don’t stop now, we will miss dinner, and ravish you till you can’t scream my name any longer,” Sprocket mumbled on my lips, but not completely pulling away.

I pulled back and huffed.

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“Be that way. You men, all you think about is… Is…food.” I said, changing it quickly from bedroom

dancing.

“I can’t think of other things,” he said, rubbing his groin against me, and feeling his very hard

erection against his jeans.

“Food it is then.” I pulled back, not feeling guilty at all about seeing him hard. I looped my arm through his, and we walked to the door. He leaned over and opened it, offering me to go first, and I didn’t miss seeing him slide his hand to his crotch and adjust himself. A satisfied smile crossed my lips before I hid it, because I was in the same boat, my lady parts were calling out for me to forget food, and get some action happening.

The room was crowded. In a couple of hours, the doors will open to the public, if they wish to come and party with the club members, which they usually do. Some would love to be part of the lifestyle but don’t want to leave what they have behind. If they knew what some clubs were like, would they come back for more each week? The girls want to be fuked by a biker. It’s a bit silly, really; they’re the same as any man off the street. What I mean is that they have the same equipment to work with as any man. So I don’t get it. Like that, run after movie stars for sports heroes. What can they do that’s different to any man? Maybe they have a gold appendage, like my mother has a gold snatch. Or they want to say they bedded someone famous. Yeah, whatever.

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