Page 43 of Biker Daddy

His heart pounded in his chest as her eyes opened wide and glossy, staring straight through him. He wished he could clarify, tell her exactly how real things were for him, but he couldn’t. He needed her to forget him later—when it was time to go home.

“Hey.” He fell on the bed beside her and pulled her chin so she faced him. “Whatever you believe, babe, right now this is all you.” Her eyes fluttered downward, away from his. “I love your body. I like a curvy woman with something to hold. And babe.” He waited until her eyes came back to his. “I’m in charge. Me. Your daddy. For as long as we’re here together and you want it. Got me?”

She nodded, but her eyes were still glassy. “I can’t play like this, Drew. It’s too real—too much of what I want for real. Daddies are forever and this,” she said, pointing between them. “This isn’t forever. It’s for right now.”

“Christ.” He scooted forward on the bed. “You need to learn to let go of the control, little girl. I’m not playing around.” He grabbed and yanked her to him, pulling her forward so she fell across his lap.

“Damn, I didn’t want to have to spank you again this soon, Addi, not for this, but God, you need it. You’re wound too damn tight and you need to learn who’s in charge here.”

She was naked and there was nothing to protect her heart-shaped rear, so when he swatted her, a pink print marred her right cheek. She yelped and tried to cover the spot he’d branded.

“Hand to the front.” She obeyed slowly. He swatted the left cheek and she whimpered. He didn’t pause then, but continued until the blush on her backside flourished from the top of her cheeks to the tops of her thighs. She twisted her hips slightly at each swat to avoid his hand landing in the same spot but he adjusted his aim each time. He wasn’t spanking her overly hard, it was more to break down her walls, but enough that she felt every burning swat.

“Ow! It hurts! Stop! Please!” she protested on a whimper. He shook his head and smacked her bottom faster, making her bury her face in the bed and squirm more. Her hand came back to her side but she didn’t try to block this time. His baby girl needed support so he grabbed her hand and their fingers entwined. She squeezed and didn’t fight his hold.

“Who’s in charge, Addi?” He swatted slower, waiting for her answer. He instantly felt a change in her. It was as if the tension in her body let go and she relaxed. She needed someone in charge.

“You.” The word flew out of her mouth and her bottom went up to meet his hand. He smiled and increased the tempo of his spanking again, her whimpers turning to little moans.

“Yeah, babe, me. And I’m going to take care of you, give you what you need, no matter if you realize your needs or not. That’s what daddies do. And even if I’m not your daddy forever, that doesn’t make our time here any less real. Understand, babe?”

“Yes—yes, okay.” He continued his rhythm until she added to her answer. “Yes, Daddy.”

He pulled her up and tucked her into him. And she let him, this time without hesitation or resistance. Tugging her face in close to his neck, he rubbed the warmth from her bottom, kneading and caressing until she started to make a noise best described as a purr. He chuckled.

“Baby girl, I want to make love to you, but you’re not ready.” Her purr turned to a disappointed whine. “But Daddy won’t leave you frustrated.” His hand slipped lower and found the crevice between her cheeks, sliding across her rosebud, knowing it would cause a blip of taboo pleasure, and then went lower still to her wet, hot center.

Her moan made his dick twitch. “Lie on the bed, babe. I’m gonna help you sleep.” He moved her onto the bed and she looked up at him, submissive and ready for instruction. “This is exactly what I want to see from my little girl.”

He took her knees, spread them wide and slid his hands beneath her warm ass. Lowering himself to his knees, he took a few minutes to nibble and lick her belly, teasing until he decided she could handle no more and found her slit. His tongue traced it with a whisper of a touch and her hips rose.

“Be a good girl, honey. Have patience.”

He skimmed her sensitive area several times before sliding his tongue firmer between her folds and bathing her clit. “Mm, babe, you taste so fucking good. I’m going to enjoy this.” He sucked and her ass left his hands as she moved rhythmically against his mouth.

“God, your beard. Your tongue. I’ve never… Oh, oh, oh, God!”

He paused. “Never, babe?”

She shook her head and clasped the sheets as he continued with his thumb so he could watch her. “Not this… Just… Sex. Unremarkable sex.”

“Aw, baby girl. I’m going to have so much fun with you.” He grinned crookedly at her and then took her hands to position them so she held herself open. He dove back between her thighs.

She twitched, squealed, and pushed herself shamelessly against his face but held fast to her pleasure. She didn’t seem to want to let go, or perhaps she couldn’t. She tensed and stiffened so he flicked faster and suckled harder, running the tip of his tongue along the smooth skin between her lips to flick her nub quickly, and then over again to create a rhythm that caused her breath to huff faster. As he pumped one finger into her tight pussy, a strangled cry passed her lips. He switched his finger for his thumb, stretching her open, circling against her tight wall.

Still she held on. It was part of her need for control, he decided as she was beyond wet and certainly close. Her sweet fluid ran down his hand and into his beard. He found her special spot, stroking and swirling against it with the pad of his thumb until her moisture poured from her down the crack of her ass.

“Babe?” He paused. “You need to relax and enjoy it. You’re fighting it.” Her eyes were squeezed tight and he stopped.

“Look at me. Now.” His voice was firm.

When her eyes opened, she blinked, looking embarrassed. “I can’t. I should have told you. It’s not you.” She started to rise.

“The hell you can’t.” He held his moist thumb up before licking it off. She blinked again. “Fucking sweet as honey, babe. You’re ready and I’m going to work you as long as it takes because I’ve been thinking about making you come from the moment I pictured you in that damn bikini.”

She bobbed her head but looked unconvinced. He took his hand and wrapped it around the back of her neck, pulling her up and forward to him. “Let me have it, babe.”

He went back to her pussy, and began building her up again, working his thumb on her g-spot as his tongue swirled and flicked. He felt her tense again. He kept working his thumb, but used his free hand to push her higher, closer to his mouth. She called out as he squeezed her ass and went over the edge, screaming his name, her thighs twitching against his face.

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