Page 8 of Property of Big Daddy

“I’m old, remember?Plenty of experience.”I pull some bills from my wallet and toss them in the middle of the table.“I’m riding out.Are you coming or what?”

“I hope so,” she blurts out, and I chuckle.

“If I take you to bed, you won’t have any doubt.”

Gwynee has a chat with her bestie for a minute before I lead her out to my bike.

Her douche of an ex is nowhere to be seen.If he’s smart, he’s gone home.Back there, I was a little pissed.He doesn’t want to fuck with me when I’m truly angry.I can be an evil fuck when tested.Thad’s a fucking idiot, just like his father and his grandfather.Whole family is a waste of air.

“Your place or mine?”

She tells me her address and I get her on my bike, arms wrapped around me, her tits pressed to my back.I’m going to rock her damn world and show her not all men are losers.Some of us are exactly who we say we are.

I’m a dirty old biker that wants her riding my face and my cock.

Can’t get any more honest than that.

Chapter Three

BigDaddyhasthekind of face that’s weathered hard years.Rugged and incredibly masculine.He’s not handsome in the traditional sense, but there’s something about him that simply exudes power and authority.His forearms are thick, muscular, and covered in a scattering of intricate tattoos that scream danger.His ink is sexy and I’m finding him hard to resist.

As we ride away from Shooters on his Harley, my body clings tightly to him.The thrum of the motorcycle engine beneath us vibrates through me, adding to the electric tension already buzzing between us.This feels crazy and reckless, and completely out of character for me.Yet, I can’t help but be drawn to this man I barely know.

I tighten my hold around Big Daddy’s waist as we roar through the night.He doesn’t seem fazed by my death grip.I think he’s enjoying the way my body is pressing up against him.

The motorcycle cuts off outside of my modest apartment building that’s sandwiched between an auto repair store and an old bookstore that hasn’t changed hands for as long as I can remember.My legs shake as I climb off.The vibration still moving through my body.I stare at the man who gave me a ride home.Big Daddy.Otherwise known as the president of the Kings of Anarchy MC.What was Thad thinking, smarting off to a man like Big Daddy?

He’s an idiot.

Big Daddy could crush him with his pinky finger.The knowledge of this should scare me, but I don’t have any reason to fear this gruff biker.I know he has a reputation, but I’ve never heard of him mistreating women.

I went to high school with his niece, Lucie.She was a bitch then and from what I’ve seen of her around town, that still holds true.I won’t hold the relation against Big Daddy.Besides, this is one night.Nothing more.I need to forget, and he needs well, I don’t know what he needs other than an orgasm.

Big Daddy throws a leg over his sleek black motorcycle, towering over me as he climbs off.His size is probably how he got his name.I smirk to myself, thinking about what else on him is likely big.If he doesn’t have a monster dick, I’m going to be disappointed.

“What’s with that naughty smile?”his voice is gruff and commanding in a way that travels to the warm and gushy spot of my lower belly.

“Nothing.”

“Picturing me naked?”His brow meets his hairline.

“No.”I push at him.

“Babe, it’s only fair.I’ve been doing it to you since I laid eyes on you.”

“Don’t be crass.”

“You going to invite me in or are we going to stand her and eye fuck each other until I bend you over my bike and give your neighbors a show?”

“You get straight to the point, don’t you?”

“Only way to be.I say it like it is.I want to fuck you, Gwynee.I’d prefer to do it in your bed.”

“Right.”I dig in my purse for my keys as we walk toward the entrance to my building.We walk in silence until we reach my door and Big Daddy yanks my key from my hand and cups my jaw with his other hand, forcing me against the door as his lips come down on mine hard and fast.I have good height with my heels on, but the minute they come off our size difference may prove challenging.

His lips part, his hot wet tongue gliding along the seam of my own, getting a taste.I open to him, and he takes full control, sliding his tongue alongside mine.If this kiss is only the preview and, judging by the hard bulge in his jeans, I will not be disappointed in the least.

My thighs clench and I caress his neck as he fumbles with my key.The door falls open and I walk backward inside, tossing my purse on the floor as Big Daddy kicks the door shut.I hear my keys hit the counter, then he’s lifting me up and I wrap my legs around his massive frame, my heels likely digging into his back.I go to kick them off when he breaks our kiss and mutters, “What the fuck?”his tone is feral and the hairs on my arms stand.

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