Page 24 of Her Daddy Biker
This is our routine now. Quiet mornings in our fancy kitchen, him cooking while I get ready for school, moving around each other with the ease of two people who’ve found their rhythm.
When I come out dressed in jeans, a sweater, and boots, he’s plating eggs and toast. We eat at the kitchen island, with me onhis lap, Havoc telling me about the new job site they’re starting, me venting about one of my professors.
“He still giving you grief about your project?” he asks, frowning, and the low gravel in his voice makes me question mentioning my annoying teacher.
“He doesn’t think my proposal is ‘rigorous enough’. Apparently, wanting to create a mentorship program for foster kids aging out of the system is too ‘personal.’”
Havoc’s jaw ticks. “Too personal? That’s exactly why it matters.”
“That’s what I said. But Dr. Harrison wants statistics and theory, not real-world application.”
“What’s his first name again?” he asks feigned casually.
“Baby…”
“Angel.”
We stare at each each other. Me, trying to keep my composure. Havoc, pining me down with a thick, raised eyebrow.
“Do not go find my professor for a ‘talk’, please.” I make quotation marks with my fingers when I say the word ‘talk’.
His full lips twitch. But he doesn’t say anything, just winks at me. Oh, shit.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, angel.”
“Please. I don’t wanna be that girl. I can deal with things withoutyou having to swoop in every time.”
“I know. But it’s my privilege to be that man for you, angel.”
I snuggle closer, resting my forehead on his. “I love you so, so much.”
He squeezes my hips, his stormy eyes turning soft and warm. “Love you too, sweetheart.” He pulls me in for a delicious kiss, and I start wondering if I really need to go to class today…
Then he’s dropping to his knees, and my brain short-circuits. One second, I’m trying to finish my breakfast. Next, my giant, obsessive boyfriend is on our heated floor, making quick work of my jeans and panties, then shoving my thighs wide open with his huge, calloused hands like the sight of my pussy is the only thing keeping him breathing.
“Look at this sweet little cunt,” Havoc mutters, his voice gone low and dark. “So fucking pretty. So mine.”
“Daddy,” I whimper, panting. “We’re gonna be late…”
He growls, and the sound does something filthy to my insides. “You think I give a fuck about being late? Your pussy’s dripping, baby. You really think I’m walking away from my number one job?” Oh My God, this man.
His tongue is on me before I can answer. Hot, wet, obscene. He licks up the mess he’s already caused, groaning like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that’ll satisfy him. My hips jerk when he sucks my clit into his mouth without warning.
“Fuck! Daddy!”
“Keep your legs open,” he growls against me, his mouth already moving again. “Wanna feel you come on my tongue before you even think about leaving this house.”
My hands grip the breakfast nook counter behind me, trying to keep from collapsing. He eats me like a man possessed.Messy. Greedy. Unrelenting. And loud. His mouth sounding obscene as he devours me.
I look down and all I see are his broad shoulders wedged between my thighs, his head buried in me like he’s trying to crawl inside my body. The wild hair I love, a mess, and I can feel his scruff dragging over my inner thighs, burning in the best possible way.
“Oh, my God!”
“You close, baby?” he rasps, dragging his tongue over my clit again. “Gonna cream all over Daddy’s face?”
I’m already there. My legs lock around his shoulders, my body shaking, my mouth falling open on a scream I don’t even hear. It hits me hard and fast, white-hot and endless, like it’s been building since the second he touched me. He doesn’t stop. Just keeps licking, fucking me with his tongue until I’m begging.
