Page 66 of Biker Daddy

He ran the brush along her jawline and down, stroking across her jugular and circling in the hollow of her shoulder. He kissed her other side, starting in the same spot on her jaw. His tongue continued the pattern, causing her breathing to spike. Using a smaller brush, he painted the shell of her ear on her right side. And again, he used his tongue on the left.

He ran his palm from her throat to her breast before using the brush to swirl around her nipple. The stroke had her arching her back and moaning. Addi’s nipple engorged and tightened to a stiff peak, encouraging his cock to swell. He licked his lips, and unable to resist, took her other nipple into his mouth for a quick taste. It wasn’t enough so he thoroughly laved it before gently blowing it dry. Both nipples were alert for him now. His paintbrush continued, swirling the paint around her sensitive nubs and around her breasts. He used another brush and painted from the sides of her breasts across her ribs to her navel. She squirmed and he ogled.

“That’s it, baby girl, feel each brushstroke. So fucking beautiful.”

“Oh, Drew, it feels so good.”

“Mm, does it, babe?”

He completed her stomach, spending some time suckling the hollows of her hips before painting them too. He coated her front with the paint all the while teasing her into arousal. When the front was complete he got her to stand and painted the back of her too. Last, he worked on her face, starting with the eyes. He used a vibrant green on her lids. He swallowed hard when she was complete. It was just like the sketch he did earlier, but now realized on the perfect medium—her.

“Eyes stay closed, babe.” He led her back to the bathroom mirror and once again stood behind her. “Okay, open them.”

She gasped, mouth wide. She had been transformed into a sleek, powerful and incredibly sexy human panther. The blue-black shimmered and every stroke of his brush had created a realistic fur look all over her. He’d shaded her using his pallet of grays, whites, and blues to make her every sinewy muscle stand out. She looked so formidable and sexy he wanted to take her right there.

“I look…”

“Gorgeous, strong, and sexy. This is how I see you, baby girl. This is the woman I can’t get out of my mind. This is who you are. Who the world sees. And honey, when you give me control, you become my kitten. There’s nothing more erotic than turning a feral wildcat into a kitten.”

She turned slightly, looking at herself and for once, seeming to appreciate what she saw.

“Drew, it’s incredible. You make me look and feel incredible.” She eyed him, and this time he saw a feline temptress glaring. “Will you take some photos? So you can paint me like this on canvas? I never want to forget how I feel right now.”

“I will and then…”

“And then?” Her hips swayed as she went to him, running a black painted paw complete with retracted claws down his chest.

“I’m going to mess you up. First, right here on the floor and then in the shower.” His eyes blazed as he raked them over her body. “I’m going to undo you, kitten.”

She dropped to her knees. “Fuck it. You can paint me like this again.” She took his cock into her mouth. He swore, but she only looked up coyly at him and took him in to the hilt, sucking hard and swallowing his tip before sliding off and back on, once again to swallow his tip.

He moaned, feeling his control waver, letting her go on for just a few more strokes… He fisted her hair, pulling her off his cock. “On your hands and knees, babe. You seemed to have forgotten who’s in charge.” When she obeyed, he pulled open one of the vanity drawers to grab a condom. He swatted her ass as she wiggled her feline painted bottom at him and went to his knees behind her. Taking her hips, he admired the print he left in the paint on her skin. “Stick that ass out, kitten. I wanna see that slick pussy as I slide into it.”

He pushed her front down so her chest was close to the floor and her ass high. It looked so plump and ripe he bit her cheek just enough to make her gasp. His fingers found her ripe inside too, so he took a moment to play, making her mewl.

“Mm, you’re hot and wet for me, kitten.” He unwrapped the condom and slid it on. She turned to watch over her shoulder so he gave her a firm look and twirled his finger so she’d turn back around. Before she was fully around, his cock slammed into her, making her arch and call out.

“Ohhh! God, yes!”

He pounded into her for a few minutes before pulling out and rolling her over. He kissed her long and deep while sliding his cock into her. His thrusts were slower this time as he enjoyed the pleasure that blossomed on her face. She arched her spine and called out in pleasure. The sound echoed in the small room. He got to his knees, sitting back on his legs and pulling her ass up his thighs so he could slide in and out of her and still access her button.

She called out again, louder and freer as his thumb stroked her clit like a string on his guitar. Her fists clenched and her head turned. She was caught right at the cusp.

“Come, kitten. Come for me.”

Her face flushed and her forehead wrinkled as she closed her eyes, clamping her teeth over her lip. A moan of pleasure burst from her and she grasped his forearms, squeezing as her release came. And just as she pulsed around his cock, his own orgasm ripped through him.

As they panted, spent, he looked around the room. “Baby girl, we’ve made a helluva mess in here.”

“I may not know how to clean up this one, but I just thought of how we can clean up the other mess.”

She had no idea. With the Skull Grinders coming, it was more disaster than mess and for now he’d keep it that way. She didn’t need anything else on her plate.

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