Page 6 of Her Daddy Biker
“Your ex was a fucking idiot,” he growls. “There’s nothing frigid about the way you’re responding to me right now.”
“I’m not doing anything,” I protest weakly.
“No?” His free hand settles on my waist, and his thumb brushes just under my sweater, making me shiver. “Then why are you breathing hard, angel? Why are your pupils blown wide? Why are you pressing your thighs together?”
My face goes hot because he’s totally right about all of it. My body is betraying me.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
He leans until his mouth is right at my ear. “Your body knows what it needs, angel. Even if your mind hasn’t caught up yet.”
“W… what does it need?”
“Me.” The word is simple, but it hits me like lightning. “My hands on you. My mouth showing you what you’ve been missing.” He licks the shell of my ear, sending shivers throughout my body, before adding, “my cock inside that sweet, wet, tight, untouched cunt.”
I gasp because no one has ever talked to me like this - so direct, raw and completely unapologetic.
“I… we can’t…”
Havoc’s sculpted lips form that panty-melting smirk again, making his dimples pop. “Yeah?”
“I… I barely know you, Reed.”
“It’s Havoc to you, angel. Or daddy.”
Oh My God!
His thumb brushes over my bottom lip, and I moan.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You don’t have to do anything, sweet girl. That’s my job.” His voice drops even lower. “All you have to do is let me take care of you.”
The words make me feel dizzy, but I’m worried I’m gonna disappoint him.
“Daddy, I…” oh my God, did I just call him that?!
“Stop thinking,” he orders, and something in his tone makes me want to just obey. “Just feel.”
Then his mouth is on mine, and good God this is nothing like kissing any of the boys I’ve kissed before. This is a man who knows exactly what he wants and takes it. His lips are firm and warm, and when I gasp in surprise, his tongue slides against mine. And the taste of him invades my mouth. So good… Addictive. Intoxicating. Added to his scent, the feel of him, the heat from his massive body surrounding me…
I should be shocked, but instead I melt into him completely. My hands come up to grip his shoulders, and Jesus, he’s all solid muscle under my palms. Everything about Havoc is hard where I’m soft, and it makes me feel feminine in a way I never have before.
When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathing hard.
“There’s my good girl,” he rasps out.
“Daddy…”
“Shh.” His hand slides from my waist down to my hip, his thick thumb tracing patterns over my jeans that make me squirm. “Let me show you.”
Before I can ask any more questions, his big hand moves lower, cupping me through my jeans. I cry out at the contact, my legs nearly giving out.
“Fuck, baby. You’re fucking soaked,” he growls against my ear. “I can feel it even through your jeans.”
“Please…” I don’t even know what I’m begging for.
“Please what, baby? Please touch your sweet, greedy cunt?”
