Page 12 of Stranded With the Biker

“I didn’t know, umm, this was going to happen or that anyone was going to see me,” I started to ramble. “If I had, I would have, umm, shaved or?—“

“Fuck no,” he grunted. “Don’t think about it. Don’t touch it. Fucking hell, look at you. Look at this little cunt. All pink and ripe. Fucking drooling for daddy’s attention, isn’t it?” I clenched,needing him to touch me so badly I couldn’t even remember what we were talking about. “So goddamn perfect. I like this hair on you, baby girl.”

“Daddy,” I whimpered, and my eyes shut when his finger teased my entrance, but he didn’t finger me.

“Look at you. Clenching, trying to pull my finger in you. You empty, princess?”

“Very.” I nodded. “Please, Hugo. I need you, Daddy.” He kissed the inside of my thigh, his scruff scratching my sensitive flesh. “Finger me. Fuck me.”

“Fucking hell, don’t say that, pretty girl.”

“Why?” I whined. He grinned wolfishly as his eyes devoured me.

“Because you say that again, I’ll whip my dick out and fuck you without taking a taste of this perfect little pussy first.”

“Da—“My voice cracked when he did just like he’d promised. His finger thrust inside me at the same time as the flat of his tongue swiped at my pussy, from where his finger was inside me up to my clit, rolling it around the bud of nerves. My back arched off the makeshift bed, shifting the cushions beneath us, but I was too far gone to care. He didn’t stop either. The more he licked and sucked, the louder I was.

“Please, oh, Daddy!” I whined.

My voice was higher pitched than I was used to, but again, I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything but his mouth on me. The things he was making me feel. The quick way he worked my body higher and higher was alarming. Scary almost. But somehow, despite that, I knew somewhere deep inside that he wouldn’t let me fall. He’d take care of me, and not just in the fake bed we were on.

“Hugo! Hugo!” I started to chant until suddenly, stars burst in the back of my eyes and I cried out, “Daddy!”

Pleasure crashed over me in waves, one after another, leaving me boneless and euphoric. I licked my lips and felt his on the inside of my thighs before he kissed my knees and up my torso. His mouth covered my tank-covered nipples and sucked. My hands tangled in his hair, and I tugged, pulling him closer, making him groan. The vibrations washed through me.

“Daddy,” I whined. I couldn’t believe I just came so hard I actual saw stars and was now horny all over again. “Please,” I begged. His brows narrowed.

“Fucking hell, little girl.” He pulled on the waistband of his pajama pants and pulled his dick out. I lifted my body up on my elbows. My eyes felt like they almost popped out of their sockets.

“Holy shit,” I gasped. He was massive. Thick and long. I’d never seen anything like him outside of porn.

“Language, princess,” he scolded, but I couldn’t tear my eyes off his size.

“That’s not going to fit,” I whispered before my eyes rose to meet his. I knew he was big. I’d felt him pressed against me, giving me a hint of his size, but nothing could have prepared me for the reality of him.

“We will fit,” he reassured me softly. His forehead pressed against mine before he touched my lips so sweetly and tenderly, my eyes misted up with tears. “You were made for me, which means I was made for you,” he whispered, making me melt into his arms.

“Hugo—“

“We can stop.” His offer was sincere. I could see it in his beautiful brown eyes.

“Please don’t.” I shook my head, nudging my nose against his. “Please. I want you, Hugo. I need you. I just… maybe go slow.” I licked my lips. Daddy’s eyes darkened, and his beautiful jaw clenched tightly.

“Slow,” he repeated. “Daddy can do that,” he vowed. My legs widened to give him more space before I leaned back and got comfortable beneath him. “Fuck. Look at you,” he murmured softly against my lips. “You look like a beautiful angel, princess. My angel.” His thick length glided against my pussy lips, and I shuddered.

“Daddy,” I whispered and then moaned. “I need you. My pussy needs you.”

“Fuck!” he cursed, making me heat up from the inside out. “Kiss me, baby girl.”

I did as he asked, knowing that he was kissing me to distract me while he lined up the blunt head of his cock at my entrance before his narrow hips started to pump back and forth. Slowly at first. Feeding my pussy an inch at a time. But even those first two inches, with his big, fat, mushroom-tipped dick, burned as he stretched me. My nails dug into the muscles of his shoulders. I gasped, and he took advantage of it by plunging his tongue into my mouth. My leg hooked over his waist as he slipped back in, making me take him even more. “Daddy!” I squeaked. A bead of sweat rolled down his forehead and landed on me.

“More?” he strained, and I nodded, my breathing off. “I’ll give you more.” He thrust all the way in, and my head pressed against the cushion beneath me.

“So big,” I cried out. Tears formed at the edges of my eyes, but they didn’t fall. I opened them. and our stares connected. His intense and focused on me.

“Baby, fuck, please tell me I didn’t hurt you,” he groaned. I could tell by the way he stared at me that he was on edge. His body taut as he tried to keep still over me.

“No.” I shook my head. My inner muscles squeezed around his manhood, loving the sounds he made. The pinched pain was gone, and nothing but pleasure was left behind. “Daddy, please.”I needed him to move. To fuck and love me until I wasn’t sure where he started and I ended.

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