Page 52 of Daddy Issues

“I want to be out here with you.” She tossed a leg over my thigh and shimmied her way across my lap on the bike. “Fuck me, Puck.”

I kicked the kickstand up and let the bike roll back into the shadows at the side of the building. Pulling the jacket down sothat she was covered, I slid my hand down and clutched her tight ass.

“I can’t do that, baby.” I’d denied myself twice. If I didn’t get her off me and back inside, I was a goner.

“Baby.” Her fingers played against my chest and lower, back to the almost painful bulge in my jeans. “It makes me wet when you say it.”

Fuck.I kissed her again, hot, my teeth grazing her lip, both hands kneading her ass, pulling her forward on my crotch and grindingagainst her pussy. She grabbed the front of my shirt, undulating. In less than five minutes, she had me dry humping her in the parking lot.

She ripped her mouth from mine and nibbled across my beard to my neck.

It took all I had not to moan. “You sure this isn’t some misplaced hero worship shit?”

“It isn’t.” She leaned back, glowering at me. The screwed-up expression wrinkled her nose and made her look adorable and sexy all at once. “I’m not asking you to marry me and parade me around to all your fucking biker friends. I just want you inside me.”

Fuck if I didn’t want that exact thing.

Her answer was to kiss my neck again and shift back a little onto my gas tank. Warmth spread out across my body, and I stroked her ass, then lower between her cheeks to her thighs and the silky, wet swath of material over her pussy.

She was ready for me already.

With deft, practiced motions, Kenna undid my belt, the button of my jeans, and pushed the zipper down. Her greedy, cool fingers wrapped around my cock and stroked it.

God-damn.I was about to fuck her right there, where anyone could see.

“Baby girl.” I nipped at the place where her neck and shoulder met, nudging her jaw so that she turned to me and I could kiss her again.

Her hands felt almost as good as her mouth had. Firm, solid strokes, moving her hips against my fingers as she did.

She broke the kiss. “Touch me, please.”

I grinned, holding her gaze as I pushed her panties to the side and slipped two fingers into her heat. “Like that?”

She moaned and rubbed her lips together, nodding. Her grip on my cock stalled, and I ground my hips, moving for her.

Her pussy was warm and slick around my fingers. “You’re so wet. All that for me?”

“Yes.”

My fingers coated with her, I pulled them out and grabbed the back of her thong with both hands, ripping until I could wind the whole fucking thing around one hand and shove them in my inside pocket.

She gasped, but her hungry eyes stayed on mine. I reached into the saddlebag, my hand trembling slightly, and dug out a condom. She took it from me, ripping open the package and sliding it down the length of me without any fanfare, like she couldn’t get it on fast enough.

I closed my eyes against the feel of her fingers as she guided my tip to her entrance, then worked herself down the length of me. She tossed her head back and moaned.

“Christ.” I gasped, pressing my face against her, clutching her hips beneath my shirt, pushing that tiny skirt up. She felt like heaven and hell all rolled into one, squeezing my cock with her hot grip.

She was so tight it felt like one wrong move and I’d pop right out. And I didn’t want that. No, I wanted to pull her up to the tip and slam her back down. I did so, relishing in the little breathy sounds she made as I did.

People came out the front door, their exuberant conversation covering her mewling sounds as she took over and moved up and down in a steady, amazing rhythm. She was so tight, so wet, and so hot I thought I might explode.

I gripped her tighter, digging my fingers into her hips, knowing I would bruise her and not caring. She moaned then, grabbing the back of my head, wrapping her hands in my hair. She kissed me, her tongue moving with the same erotic rhythm as the rest of her.

There wasn’t enough time, there never would be, for me to fuck her out of my system. I’d never stop wanting this, craving it. She was amazing.

She trembled once, collapsing, so that I had to slide my hands back, grip her ass, and buck into her. She dropped her head to my shoulder, biting the leather of my cut as she came groaning.

Her pussy clenched me so tight it stole my breath. Pressure built in my balls before my core tightened, and my own orgasm exploded from the base of my spine. I pumped into her, over and over, until all I could do was cling to her, spent.

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