Page 11 of Her Daddy Biker
She shifts in her seat, and I can practically smell her arousal from here. Fuck, she gets wet so easily for me. Gonna be addictive having a woman this responsive.
“I should probably shower,” she says, clearly trying to change the subject.
“Use my bathroom; it’s bigger than the one in the guest room.” I lean back, letting my eyes rake over her body.
“Your bathroom?”
“In the master suite. Down the hall, last door.” I grin at her obvious nervousness. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a gentleman and stay out here.”
For now.
Tyra nods and practically runs to the hallway, her breakfast forgotten. I watch her go, appreciating the view of her juicy assin her tight jeans. Once I hear the bathroom door close, I start planning.
My angel needs to be eased into us. She’s eager, Christ, is she eager, but she’s also scared and inexperienced. I got you, baby.
The shower starts running, and I have to adjust myself thinking about her naked in my bathroom, hot water running over her curves. Her skin, slick and calling for my touch.
Fuck.
The shower’s been running for ten minutes when I decide she’s had enough alone time. I head down the hall and knock on my bathroom door.
Don’t want her to start overthinking us.
“Angel? You okay in there?”
“I’m fine!” she calls back in a startled voice that sounds higher than normal. “Just finishing up!”
“Take your time, sweetheart.”
“Okay, thanks!”
The water shuts off a few minutes later. The bathroom door cracks open, and Tyra peeks out.
“Reed?” she calls. “Can I have a towel?”
“On the bed, angel.”
I hear her curse softly under her breath, then the sound of bare feet as she makes a run for the bedroom. But not before I catcha glimpse of glistening skin, thick thighs and ass, full tits, and a plump, shaved pussy that make my mouth water.
Fucking perfect.
A few minutes later she emerges fully dressed, hair damp. I’m sure, wondering if I might have seen her naked sprinting from the bathroom back to my room.
“Feel better?” I ask.
“Much, thanks.” She settles on my huge, cushy, cream leather sectional, keeping her distance. “Your shower is amazing.”
“Glad you enjoyed it, angel.” I move to the armchair across from her. “What do you usually do on lazy mornings?”
“Um, homework mostly. Or catch up on my shows.” She tucks her feet under her. “What about you?”
“Haven’t had those in years, angel.” I lean back, studying her. “But I figure I could focus on more… immediate concerns.”
The way I say it makes her breath catch. I hold back a smirk.
“Like what?”
“Like getting to know my angel better.” I let my eyes drift over her slowly. “Learning what she likes. What she needs. What makes her feel good.”
