Page 24 of Biker Daddy's Girl

We climb back onto the Night Train, and then we're rolling through the countryside, the sun sinking lower and lower in the sky and thoughts of her harasser behind us.

There's a hill on the outside of town, where a small back road winds up to the very top. There's a field there, downhill just a bit so it isn't visible from the road, but still nice and flat with soft grass. It's hidden enough that I've never seen another soul, and after stumbling across it one night, it's where I go when I need some space to think. It also just so happens to be the best place around to watch the sunset.

We roll up the hill, and I smile when I hear a happy noise from behind me as the bike comes to a stop. I turn back to find her taking off the helmet, her smile bright and warm as she shakes out her hair. "This is gorgeous, Luke! I had no idea this was up here. How did you find this place?"

"It was late and I just needed a place to get my head on straight. This was one of those moments, so I went for a long drive to clear my head. When I came to this spot, it was empty. I could see the stars in all their glory, and I just sat out there for hours. This is the first time I've ever brought anyone up here."

I have a tightly folded camping blanket in the bike's side satchel that’s way bigger than it looks, and Emma waits patiently as I spread it out for us in the field.

"Well I'm honored to be the first person to visit here with you," Emma replies with a small, secret smile on her face that has me wanting to devour her on the spot.

She sits down, the hem of her skirt sliding up those pale, perfect thighs. The yellow of the dress makes her pale skin glow. Her cheeks are rosy from the bike ride up, but as I sit down, her eyes go wide, bright shining like gems, as I bring her onto my lap.”We’re going to have a few firsts tonight, baby girl.”

Her breathing picks up and the heat of her is almost more than I can stand, but I keep myself still.

"Luke?" Her voice is small, almost frightened, but it isn't the fear that keeps me away from her, it's the hesitancy. The need to know she can trust me. I'll do anything in the world to be trusted by this girl.

"Yes, Emma." I bring my hand up to her face, stroking over that silky cheek as the sun sinks low on the horizon. I lean forward, bringing our lips a mere hair's breadth from one another. "Tell me what you want. Anytime, anywhere, anything. You say the word and I am yours."

My eyes hold hers and she lets out a small, hiccuping breath that has me tightening my arm around her, wanting to bring her into the very center of me, keep her safe always. "Kiss me."

I swallow her soft request with a deep kiss, holding her tight. There's so much more I want to give her, and the possibilities stretch out in front of us. It isn't going to be easy. The two of us come from different places and have different backgrounds.

I'll be the first to admit I've got an anger management problem. The MC helped me focus on doing good with that, channeling my anger towards something constructive, something good. Emma needs to know she can come to me for anything.

“Emma, baby girl, tell me what you need."

She blinks her pretty eyes, her lips forming one word. "You."

I brush my mouth against hers, then give her the gentlest of bites before trailing down her chin, nibbling and kissing my way down the long, graceful line of her throat. She groans as her head drops back and the sight of her slender neck arching, begging for more, is enough to bring out the monster. I let him out to play, sinking my teeth into that smooth skin until I can see my marks blooming under the surface of her skin.

It makes me feel drunk, knowing that my marks are going to be on her skin for days to come, a visible reminder that she is mine.

She shivers and lets out the most beautiful whimpers as I trail kisses lower, nuzzling her breast through the silky material. I feel her heart beating underneath and press a kiss there.

I continue, dropping my hand to rest on the smooth skin of her knee. I trace up the outside of her leg slowly, teasing the skin of her thigh, giving it little squeezes that have her legs spreading. The sun is finally dipping below the horizon in full, but neither of us has eyes for anything but each other.

I planned to take her back to the house, take her virginity slowly and carefully in bed like she deserves. Hell, I even placed candles around the place, feeling foolish as I did so. For her, I wanted everything to be right.

But now things are spinning out of control, out here under the open sky, both of us barreling towards something monumental. Something that can't be taken back. I can try to be slow, try to be gentle, but need is pulsing through me so intensely that I don't feel totally in control.

She whimpers and her eyes go wide when I tease her pussy, petting through her panties. The fabric is silky against my fingers, and when I pull them aside, I find her slick, her pussy swollen.

Her head drops to my chest, her soft, panting breaths fanning against the thin fabric of my T-shirt, making it grow damp. It's intoxicating.

"Luke." Her voice is needy, but her hands are timid as she clutches my shirt.

"Fuck, baby girl." I pause, using all my self-control to do so. "We need to slow down or I'm not going to be able to stop. You deserve?—"

"No." For the first time since I first kissed her out here, there's stubbornness in her voice. "I don't want you to stop." Emma swallows hard but raises her chin, making a decision. "I want you to take me, Luke. Here and now."

All the threads of my control fray and snap, and I'm hanging on by my fingertips. "If you mean it, Emma, ask right."

My last bit of control is gone and I'm in freefall as she does just as I ask, making sure there's no turning back as the words leave her lips. "Fuck me, Daddy."

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