Page 16 of Auctioned to the Biker

“Christ,” he grunts, his hands cupping my ass and squeezing roughly.

A soft moan escapes my lips before I can stop it. Morrison growls and spreads my cheeks apart, cursing under his breath again.

“You gonna tell me what you’re thinking or will I have to spank it out of you?”

My body takes over, leaving my mind spinning and sputtering as I wiggle my hips.

Morrison lands three quick smacks to one cheek and then the other before rubbing the heated skin. His hand slides lower, lower, lower, until he’s rubbing my pussy from behind.

"Fuck, baby. You're soaking my fingers. Admit that you like it when Daddy takes control."

Oh fuck. Ohfuck. I cry out as he circles my clit over and over, gasping for breath as that one word sinks down into my very being and fills me up from head to toe.

Daddy.

“Answer me, Micaela.”

I want to refuse him. I want to tell him no, to tell him it’s wrong and I’m not that kind of girl, but I’d be lying. And he’d know it.

"I… yes," I whisper. He rewards me by sinking two fingers into my spasming channel, massaging my walls, and filling me up. The coil in my belly tightens, tightens, tightens with each thrust until tears sting my eyes and I can't breathe. I need to come so bad it hurts.

Morrison withdraws his hand and I nearly collapse from the ache of being denied. I feel him wipe my juices over my ass, some sick part of me loving how filthy it is. He cracks his palm right over the wet spot, making everything that much more intense.

Again, again, again, he spanks me, each one loosening the knot of tangled emotions that’s been suffocating me all day.

“That’s it, little love,” he murmurs into the shell of my ear, pausing his punishment for the moment to tease my entrance again. “I feel you coming apart for me. Let me have it all. I want your orgasm, your secrets, your goddamn heart and soul. Now give it to me, little girl.”

Morrison smacks my raw, throbbing pussy and I come so hard my vision flashes white. I can’t see, I can’t hear, I can’t breathe, I can’t do anything but let go andfeelMorrison’s commands course through me and push me deeper into my pleasure.

My arms give out and my entire body trembles as tears drip down my cheeks. I cry and come and gasp for air, unfurling before my Daddy.

I slump against the truck, completely spent, but Morrison isn’t done with me yet. I watch him kneel behind me, his dark eyes round and clouded with lust as he stares at my core. I barely have time to register what’s happening before he buries his faceinto my cunt, licking me from top to bottom. I cry out and grip the hood of the truck, bracing myself as he teases my opening with the tip of his tongue.

Morrison’s hands roam up and down my thighs, spreading me open as he devours me. I feel his tongue everywhere; gliding through my folds, playing with my bundle of nerves, darting in and out of my tight hole. I don’t realize I’m holding my breath until Morrison wraps his lips around my clit and sucks.Hard. All of the air leaves my lungs, followed by a desperate, breathy moan.

Every swipe of his tongue is followed by a low, strained grunt. He sounds like he can't get enough like he's gorging on me and doesn't want to come up for air. That thought has me pressing back against him, offering him everything he wants.

"Fuck," he growls, gasping for air. "You like it when Daddy kisses you here?"

A wave of arousal breaks over me, prickling my skin and making me gush. I shouldn’t love his filthy words, but there’s no denying the way they affect me. Morrison dives back in, licking me, sucking me, scraping his teeth along my sensitive folds and swollen clit.

“Tell me, babygirl. Tell me who owns your orgasms.”

My legs start shaking uncontrollably as every muscle in my body tenses. I’m so close. My stomach clenches, my heart pounds, and my joints lock up. I hold my breath, preparing for the pleasure to come.

I just need one more swipe of his tongue, one more, so close…one more…

Morrison pulls back, making me whimper in frustration. He chuckles darkly, and then I feel the sting of his hand as he spanks me. "You do, Daddy!" I cry out. "Please, Daddy, please, it hurts…"

The words come spilling out of my mouth like I've been holding them back for years and they've finally burst free.

“I’ll always take care of this pussy, babygirl. I’ll always give you what you need. Do you trust me?”

I whimper, wanting to tell him what he needs to hear but still clinging to my independence. “I…”

Morrison bites down on my raw, red cheek, sending sparks of pain and pleasure coursing through my nerves. “I know you’re scared,” he says in a surprisingly tender voice. “I’ll never hurt you, Micaela. Give me your trust. Give me control, little girl.”

I bite my lips so hard tears prick the back of my eyes, but even that can’t stop me from speaking my truth. “I trust you,” I murmur so softly I don’t know if he even heard me.

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