Page 78 of Biker Daddy

“Daddy!”

His brow flicked up and her intake of breath was sharp and audible.

“Yes, sir.” She licked her lips and removed her shirt, handing it to him. He rewarded her with a smile and then looked at her luscious body like a man looked at a lake during a heatwave. God, she was gorgeous, especially now that she’d lost her insecurity and body shame.

“To the log, babe.” Since they watched the sunrise every day as a tribute to Ray, he’d put a huge fallen log on the beach for them to sit on. He’d used it to spank her before and he would again, of course only during the times when the camp was closed. One week each month the camp shut down so Addi and he could have a break and some privacy.

She loved outdoor spankings, at least after the fact, and sex—hot, roll-in-the-dirt, randy sex. It got her engine revving knowing they could be caught by anyone who stopped by.

And Steven and Daniel had a habit of dropping in unannounced. They’d moved to Fell County so they could help with writing classes and ran their business from their cottage not too far down the road.

“Lean your hands on the log, little girl.”

She gave him a pouty frown but bent to put her hands on the log. Her round ass was high and her tits hung heavy like ripe fruit that he longed to taste. He meandered around her, touching her back, shoulders, and thighs, but keeping her ass quivering in anticipation.

“Should I pick a switch this time?”

“No, please!” Her words rushed out and her ass jiggled.

“My belt then?”

“No, Daddy, just your hand. Please.”

“Mm, yeah?” He placed his hand solidly on her sacrum and leaned down to look at her face. “Do you deserve a hand spanking?”

Her head bobbed and her ponytail swung, making him smile.

“Okay, baby, we’ll put you over my knee for some warming up but then you’re going to get into this position again, you hear?”

She nodded and he twisted her ponytail around his hand. “What are you going to do then?” she asked, not quite hiding the tremor of expectancy in her voice.

“You’ll have to wait and see, babe.”

He sat and used her ponytail to guide her across his lap. His cock poked into her. She said nothing about it but wiggled, causing an almost painful but delicious friction.

“Young lady, what are you doing?”

She turned her head and looked at him innocently. “Getting comfortable, Daddy.”

He grunted and swatted hard, hard enough to make her lurch forward and swing her feet up to her bottom.

“Nuh-uh, baby girl. Feet down or I’ll send you for the brush.”

She whined but lowered her booted toes back to the pebbled sand. His hand landed lighter this time and then he built up the intensity. Her whimpers were mixed with moans of arousal and he had the urge to stop and drive his cock into her hot mouth.

“Please, no more,” she begged as if her spanking were more than just uncomfortable. Her ploy was revealed when she slid between his open knees and unzipped his pants. He wasn’t the only one thinking of her mouth on his cock.

He closed his eyes and let her take him in her mouth, even enjoying it, for a few minutes before he scolded her for getting out of position.

“I was going to fuck you with your ass up and hands on the log, but since you can’t obey the rules, I think a few strokes with my belt will remind you.” Her lips slid off his cock with a pop and his eyes rolled back as he barely held it together.

“Aww, but I was having fun,” she whined.

“How many times did you slide me into your mouth, babe?”

She looked down at his cock, still wet from her swollen mouth. “Maybe ten?”

“Is that a guess?”

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