Page 16 of Her Daddy Biker
“My ex always made me feel like there was something wrong with me. Like I was broken or something.”
His jaw ticks. “Your ex was a piece of shit who didn’t know what he had.”
“Yeah, I’m starting to figure that out.” I take another sip of water, smiling. “This is really nice, Havoc. The bath and everything.” I put my hand on the back of his that’s curled on the edge of the tub.
His eyes lower to where we’re touching before returning to mine. “Good, angel. Here, have a bite.”
He holds a square of chocolate to my lips. I open and let it melt on my tongue, eyes closed, loving the rich, creamy, decadent taste and texture.
Havoc chuckles before asking, “Want me to wash your hair?”
The offer catches me off guard. “Oh. Um, you don’t have to do that.”
“I want to.”
Something about the simple way he says it makes me nod. He sets my water and chocolate back on a tray resting on the windowsill, and moves behind the tub. His hands are gentle as he wets my hair and works in shampoo. It feels so good I could melt into a puddle…
“Havoc?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Thank you. For all of this. For being patient with me.”
His hands pause in my hair. “Thank you for trusting me.”
We’re quiet for a moment, just the sound of water and his hands in my hair. Then, his phone buzzes on the counter. He ignores it, but it goes off again.
“You need to get that?” I ask.
“They can wait.” Okay then…
He rinses my hair, then stands, stretching to his formidable height, looming over me, his eyes never leaving mine, and starts undressing… in a slow, teasing strip. First his Henley, then his jeans and boxer-briefs. Standing in front of me in nothing but sun-kissed skin over thick, hard muscle. So freaking big, so hot. All man. Fucking beautiful. I want to trace every single one of his tattoos with my fingers, my lips, my tongue…. He winks at me and climbs into the tub, settling at my back. I sink back against his warm, hard chest, feeling completely surrounded by him. His huge arms, his thick thighs bracketing mine, his big hands are slick with the bath water as they slide over my body. Every inch of me feels too sensitive, too warm, like I’ve been rewired from the inside out.
“You feel how soft you are, angel?” he murmurs into my ear, his lips brushing the shell, his raspy voice making me shiver all over. “You’re shaking. That’s what happens when I get my hands on you.”
His palms drift lower, over my hips, between my thighs. And I suck in a breath when his fingers glide through the slick mess between my legs.
“So fucking wet,” he growls. “You’ve been soaking for ten minutes and I can still feel how turned on you are.”
“Havoc…”
“Yeah, baby. You ready.”
I nod. I can’t speak. My body’s buzzing, and I feel like if he stops touching me now, I might actually combust.
He shifts behind me, and the thick ridge of his cock nudges between my thighs, hot and heavy even under the water. One of his massive arms wraps tight around my waist, holding me still, while the other hand lifts one of my legs, opening me wider.
“Relax,” he says, low and dark. “I’m gonna go slow, stretch you out real good.”
I feel the tip of him pressing at my entrance, broad and hard, and I grab the edges of the tub as my heart tries to climb out of my chest.
“You gonna take me, angel. All of me. Might feel too big at first, but I promise your perfect, unclaimed pussy was made for daddy’s big dick.”
He rolls his hips, pushing just the head inside me, and I gasp. My body fights the invasion, snug and untried, but the water and the way he’s working me slow, steady, relentless, help. I let out a loud moan as he sinks a little deeper.
“You feel that?” he rasps, his mouth hot against my neck. “That’s Daddy breaking in your tight little virgin cunt.”
I whimper, my head falling back against his shoulder.
