Page 17 of Her Daddy Biker
“Tell me how it feels, angel.”
“Full. So full,” I whisper in a shaky voice. “You’re huge…”
“Damn right I am.” He licks a path up my throat. “Every fucking inch of me is for you, angel…”
I nod, and he keeps pushing, slow but unyielding, his cock stretching me more than I ever thought I could handle. There’s pressure, a burn, but it’s edged with something else… intense pleasure under the discomfort.
“Almost there,” he grits. “Just a little more, angel. You’re doing so fucking good for Daddy.”
He bottoms out with a deep groan, and I cry out. Half in pain, half from ecstasy. Havoc stills, breathing hard, letting me adjust while his hand strokes over my ribs, my belly, my breasts.
“You okay?” he murmurs, panting against my temple.
“Yeah,” I manage. “So… big.”
He chuckles low and breathy. “You took it like a good girl. Took daddy’s cock like you were fucking born for it.”
We stay like that for a long moment, with his arms around me, him buried deep inside me, throbbing, rearranging my insides while the bathwater laps around us. Then he starts to move in slow, deep thrusts that rock me against his chest. And the stretch starts to melt into something else, something fucking amazing. I can feel every inch of him dragging against my walls, brushing spots inside me that make my breath catch.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Ride me, angel. Let me show you.”
My hips start to move with his, instinct taking over, and his hand slides down to my clit, rubbing circles.
I cry out. It’s too much… His cock, his hands, his voice in my ear. My whole body tightens.
“Come, angel. Come on Daddy’s cock. Fucking let go for me.”
I break apart with a moan, clenching around him, my orgasm ripping through me so hard I scream. And Havoc growls against my neck, his hips snapping into me.
“Fuck. Gonna breed this perfect fucking pussy. Take it all, angel. Take every fucking drop of Daddy’s seed.”
I feel him come inside me, his thick, long cock twitching deep, and I swear my body lights up all over again.
After, we stay tangled together; the water cooling around us, my thighs still shaking.
He presses a kiss to the side of my head, rumbling, “mine.”
* * *
This time when Havoc’s phone buzzes on the small table next to the tub, he sighs. “Sorry, angel. Let me check it.”
He shakes a hand out of the water and stretches to grab it. I watch his expression relax as he reads what’s on the screen.
“All good?”
“Yeah. It’s my MC brothers checking in. Making sure I’m not snowed in without supplies.” He types a quick response.
He sets the phone down and goes back to running his hands all over my body, and pressing kisses on every inch of skin he can reach.
“That must be nice. Having people who care.”
His hands still for a moment. “You don’t have that?”
I shrug, making water slosh around the tub. “Most foster care isn’t really family. My roommate Mia is my best friend. That’s about it for me.”
“Foster care?” I can hear his pain, anger, concern for me… so many emotions in those two words.
“Yeah. I was bounced around since I was twelve. Aged out of the system at eighteen, and got myself to college on scholarships.” I try to keep my voice light, but the old, deeply rooted pain is too real to hide. “It’s fine. Life, you know.”
