Page 13 of Stranded With the Biker

“Please what, little girl?”

“More,” I whimpered. My hips moved, or tried to, under him.

“You sure?” he gritted. Another bead of sweat formed at his temple. I squeezed around him again. I realized the pinch of pain of him thrusting inside of me completely was now gone.

“Love me, Hugo,” I whispered. He made an animalistic sound of approval.

“Oh, I’m going to love you,” he vowed. “I’m going to love you so damn hard for so damn long, Piper. Forever.”

His promise was sweet, but Hugo was a man of action. He thrust in and out of my body. Slowly at first, making sure he didn’t hurt me, and by the end, I was begging for him to go harder. To be rougher with me.

And Daddy didn’t seem to mind.

He gave me exactly what I asked for until I was panting for breath. Right before I was about to come, he flipped us over, forcing me to straddle him. I rested my hand on the center of his chest.

“Ride me, princess. Show daddy how well you can take his big dick.”

“Shit,” I hissed, doing as I was told, because if I was going to be anyone’s good girl, I would be Hugo’s. I rode him in a fury of lust and passion. My eyes felt like they were about to cross when his hand reached for the back of my head, pulling me closer, making me take him deeper.

“Daddy!” I squealed. “I’m going to—“ I started to warn, but his lips crashed against mine.

“Find it,” he demanded. “Find it, gorgeous. Fuck, this tight, little pussy has me right there. I’m right there, princess. Jesus, come for me.” His face looked almost like he was in pain when I felt it.

I came.

Hard.

A riptide of pleasure slammed through me. My eyes shut as my body, heart, and soul soared. Wetness gushed from my body as warmth filled me from the inside out. My body fell forward, right onto his, but his hips didn’t stop rutting up into me. Erratically and jerkily. A guttural sound ripped through him, then Daddy’s hands gripped the sides of my face and I forced my eyes to stay open. As I stared into his, I felt like we were connected. Three little words clung to the tip of my tongue, but I swallowed them down. Hugo’s arms wrapped around my body, and I rested, my ear pressed to his chest listening to his heartbeat slow down while I caught my breath. “That was…” I had no words for it. Thankfully, it didn’t seem like Hugo needed them.

He pulled the blanket over us while his hand stroked my curls. Before I knew it, my eyes were heavy, my body more than sated, and I drifted off to sleep.

Hugo

I wokeup just as the sun started to rise over the horizon. The view was nice. And it had nothing to do with the cityscape through the floor-to-ceiling glass windows. Not even close. The beauty I woke up to was Piper sleeping soundly in my arms. The warehouse was chilly, but thankfully, it seemed that a heater kicked in sometime through the night. A loud engine sounded, and I frowned. Fuck, was someone coming? Sure enough, music accompanied it, and the loud engine, from the sound of it probably a diesel truck, parked.

“Piper,” I whispered and watched her open her eyes slowly.

“Hey. It’s morning,” she croaked, pressing her lips together before she lifted her head. Piper’s hair bounced as she looked around, and just like that, warmth filled me from the inside out. She was mine.

“It is.” I smiled at her. “I think someone is here,” I muttered. Her eyes widened with horror.

“What?” She sat up fast and pulled the beautiful blanket up over her chest, blocking the view of her breasts. “What makes you think that?”

“I heard noises. A loud truck driving around. We might be able to get out of this place sooner than we expected. Get dressed, beautiful.” I leaned in and kissed her forehead before she could ask anything else. I had a plan in mind, and getting sprung out of this place this morning worked just fine for me.

I stood and helped her adjust her clothes. In the daylight of anew day, I still felt the same way. Hell, I was pretty sure I was deeper in love. I just worried Piper had some to her senses and decided I wasn’t the man for her.

If she did, I was prepared for that. There was no way in hell I was going to let her go.

Not after last night.

Not after I knew what making love to someone was actually supposed to be. Anything I had ever experienced before paled to being with Piper.

The moment we were decent and had slipped our shoes back on, we heard the big doors in the back open.

“Hello! Anyone here?” a deep familiar voice called, and instead of seeing relief hit my princess’ blue eyes, I could tell she was torn. “Matty,” she whispered.

“Over here!” I called out. I glanced down at her. “Come on.” I took her hand in mine as we walked toward the footsteps that were approaching.

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