Page 65 of Biker Daddy

“Oh, God! Sorry! Sorry! Yes, I’m ready!”

“That’s better,” he said, dropping the brush to rub the sting away. “I’m going to put you down now.”

She sniffed and nodded. When he set her on her feet in front of the mirror she rubbed her bottom and pouted, looking through her lashes at him. He wanted to comfort her right there, but he needed her to see what he saw.

“Look at yourself.” He pointed at the mirror.

Her eyes swung slowly to her reflection and he moved to stand behind her. He towered over her and he was wide enough to block her from view if he stood in front of her. He couldn’t see why she thought she was fat. Her distorted body image was way off base.

He watched as she sniffled and her eyes perused her body. When they stopped on her breasts he reached around and cupped them. “Beautiful. Round and full. They feel fantastic in my hands.” Her nipples budded beneath his palms and his cock twitched. He pushed it against her ass so she could feel it.

When her eyes went lower to her belly, she shut them and whimpered, “Please don’t make me do this.”

“Open them, baby. You’re gorgeous. This belly is cute, and supposed to be a little rounded.” His hands smoothed down her front before making a heart shape with them. He waited for her to look. When she had, he grabbed her hips, making fingerlike dimples in her flesh. “These are nice to hold, and squeeze,” he added through clenched teeth, as he once again ground his even harder cock into her ass.

She pushed her bottom back and hissed. He chuckled and his hands smoothed back up. His left hand grabbed her tit and tweaked the nipple, but his right palm slid to her mound, beneath the little patch of silk and his fingers pressed down between the crevice of her pretty shaved pussy.

“Watch your face,” he demanded and slid further between her folds to get his finger good and wet with her juices. He stroked her nub, and her bottom lip quivered. He stroked again, a little harder and her knees wobbled. Pulling her lip through her teeth, she moaned.

“Mm, babe, does that feel good?”

“Yes,” she answered breathily.

“Hands on your head,” he demanded, while rolling her nipple between his thumb and finger. She obeyed and he stroked her clit again, faster this time. “Spread those legs.”

She opened for him and he smiled over her shoulder at her in the mirror. Her head tipped back and her eyes closed as she leaned against him. His fingers stopped playing and he pulled his hand away. Her eyes burst open just as his palm swatted her mound and his fingers slapped against her clit. It wasn’t too hard but enough to make her lurch.

“Watch.”

“Yes, sir.”

He grunted approvingly and his fingers started their gentle explorations again. Her cheeks were glowing and pink as she got closer to climax. She began rocking against his hand, her breathing steady puffs.

“Take Daddy’s gift of pleasure. It’s yours. Pleasure is good, your body was designed for it. Take it like you own it, because right now, in this moment, you do. That won’t always be the case, babe.”

As he worked her, they both watched. He loved her expressions, the way her eyes lit and her face flushed. And damn it, that wobbling lip would be the death of him if he didn’t capture it between his own teeth soon.

She started to make a mixture of moaning and heavier panting sounds and he kept up his pace, then suddenly wanting more than anything for her to come on his tongue, he dropped, turned her around, and brought his mouth to her. She had been so close to going over, it only took moments of his suckling and flicks before she came in a shudder against his mouth. He immediately looked up to watch her face as the spasms took her away from this world.

“Baby girl, that was magnificent. I’ve never seen someone look so beautiful mid-orgasm in my life.” His heart pounded as he continued watching her from his knees. He could easily see himself in this position proposing to her and it scared the hell out of him. But she was his in his heart and now that he’d come clean, and she’d confessed her own secrets, he felt that more than ever.

“Alright, babe, let’s get you back on that settee.” He stood and ran his hands up her still warm ass. “I want to paint that gorgeous, hot pink ass someday.” He gave it a pat and Addi smiled shyly.

He helped her to lie on the cloth-covered settee, admiring her body and then fiddled through a box of paints until he found the ones he wanted.

“Put your arms above your head.” He adjusted her arms so they were crossed at the wrists hanging over the side of the settee. He pulled her hair back from her face and let it lie over the side as well. One leg was bent and leaning and the other, hanging off the couch. She was open to him just enough. The swollen pink flesh between her thighs still glistened from her orgasm.

“Are you comfortable?”

“Being naked or lying here?”

“Addianna,” he warned. She licked her lips at his stern tone. “Do you need another spanking with that brush?”

“I’m comfortable.” She giggled. “It hurt, by the way, but it was damn hot, Daddy.”

He shook his head, but couldn’t hide his smirk. “Close your eyes and no peeking. I have no clue where the tie went.” He picked up a tube of paint. Read the label to make sure it was what he wanted, opened the cap, and squirted some on his palette. They were the nontoxic, water-based paints he used with Brent.

Using his biggest brush, he scooped up some paint—a shiny black, but it didn’t seem quite right so he added some cobalt blue, making it a vivacious blue-black. “That’s better,” he murmured and began at her throat.

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