Page 51 of Biker Daddy

Chapter Twelve

Addi

The wind rushed through her hair and against her bare skin. It felt amazing. She was free. Freer than she’d ever been. And pressed against a man she trusted, she was completely safe.

They rode for half an hour before he pulled off the gravel road to a lookout spot and cut the engine. The rocky escarpment was dark except for the stars lighting the sky.

Drew held the bike while she got off, then flipped the kickstand. As soon as he was off the bike and they had taken their helmets off, his hands found her face and drove into her hair. His kiss was hot and demanding. He released her hair with one hand and grabbed her ass to boost her up. She didn’t wait to be told to put her legs around him.

“That’s… my… good… girl,” he huffed, between kissing and biting her lip. One arm banded under her bottom so the other could unbuckle, unzip, and shuck his jeans down.

He’d gone commando. His hot thick cock poked her bottom until he set her down on his bike seat. Pulling the shirt up and off her arms, he sucked her nipples, while tearing her panties until they were just bands of cotton in his hands.

The cool air on her nipples and the risqué way she was exposed to the world made her pussy pulse harder.

He climbed on and pulled her to him, grabbing her hair to hold her head so he could access her neck. He bit first, then ran the flat of his tongue along it and sucked, making her belly quiver.

“Lean back, babe. I got you,” he said with a deeper than usual rasp to his voice. She leaned back on her hands, holding the seat, and he grabbed her ass to pull her closer as he bent to take a tightly beaded nipple into his mouth.

“Ah, that’s… ooh…” He stopped to wet his finger and thumb with his tongue so he could roll her other nipple between them. He went back to his suckling and she called out when he sucked so deep she felt the tug right to her clit.

She released the seat and shoved her hands through his hair, tugging, and he bit down hard enough to make her cry out into the darkness.

“Hands on the seat, babe. Daddy’s in charge out here, too.” He took her mouth when she opened it to complain, first sucking away her words and then making her forget what they were.

Drew slid off the back of the bike and yanked her ass closer to the edge of the seat. His mouth nibbled down her rounded tummy, but because she was holding her breath in anticipation of his tongue heading for her pussy, she didn’t give it a second thought.

When his mouth came down over her shaved mound and his tongue slid inside her slit, she threw her head back. He wasn’t teasing her this time. This time, he sucked, nibbled, and flicked her up the crest of the hill, and in minutes she howled his name with an explosive orgasm. And when she sat forward on his bike, she slid on the wet leather beneath her. She’d soaked it.

Her breathing was labored and she felt almost dizzy with the waves of pleasure that pulsed on.

“Come ‘ere, babe.” He climbed back on, grabbed her ass, and lifted her until she was impaling herself slowly on his cock. “God, you’re fucking tight and wet. Baby, you’re so fucking hot. Come on, fuck me on this Harley.” He helped her move her hips up and down, his shaft thrusting deeper and deeper.

“I wanted to…” she panted. “I wanted to suck you, but gah… you feel so good inside me.” She sped up slightly and saw pleasure blossom on his features. He started rhythmically swatting her ass every time she rose. One cheek and then the other was lit with his fiery spanks. Her cries went from pained to pleasure whimpers as he slammed his cock up harder when she came down. His cock reached what seemed an impossible depth.

He groaned and fisted her hair with his free hand and continued to spank her ass.

“Baby, fuck me hard. Show me what a badass you are.”

Her pussy clenched and dripped at his words. She was not some scared woman, she was his badass baby girl. And only he could control her—no one else and only because she gave him that power.

She leaned down as the tension increased in her abdomen. Her mouth clasped over his shoulder, over the tattoo of a horned creature, and as she bit down into his fleshy muscle the most amazing coiling spring in her belly released and ripped through her. She screamed into his shoulder. His moan of release followed.

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“Did I hurt you?” She looked up from her spot between his legs in the cool grass. His beard tickled her face.

“No, babe, but if Daddy’s little girl bites again she’s going over my knee.” He kissed her forehead and she snuggled deeper into his arms.

She’d run a finger over the teeth indents on his shoulder after they came down from their orgasms and smiled. She had marked him as hers, just as he’d marked her. She felt sad a moment, knowing both markings would fade just like them.

“It’s getting late,” she said, looking at the sky.

“More like early,” he countered. The sky was lightening as they sat in the dewy grass beneath a tree.

“Thank you,” she said again, looking up at him.

“For what, babe?”

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