Page 8 of Her Daddy Biker
The taste of her is still on my tongue, sweet and completely addictive. I need more. Need to spread my angel out on my bed and feast on her until she’s sobbing my name. Want to workher open with my tongue and fingers until she can take every goddamn inch of my cock.
But sending her away was the right call, even if it nearly killed me. She’s not ready for what I want to do to her.
The thought of my angel on her knees, with her full lips wrapped around my big dick while she looks up at me with her innocent eyes… Christ. My cock throbs against my jeans, hard as steel and aching.
“Fuck,” I growl, heading straight for my bedroom and slamming the door behind me.
I’m out of my jeans before I even reach the bed, cock springing free, thick and leaking. I need relief before I do something stupid like kick down her door and finish what we started.
I wrap my fist around my shaft and start stroking, hard and fast. All I can think about is Tyra coming on my fingers, the way she clenched around me, how fucking wet she was for me.
“That’s it, baby,” I growl under my breath, imagining it’s her tight pussy instead of my hand. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”
The fantasy builds, Tyra on her back, with her long, thick legs spread wide, whimpering, begging me to fuck her. Her big tits bouncing as I pound into her, her nails clawing at my back while she screams my name.
I come hard, all over my tight fist, letting out a groan with everything I’ve kept bottled up. But it’s not enough. Won’t beenough until I’m buried balls deep inside my angel’s sweet little virgin cunt.
I clean myself and lie back on my bed, cock still half-hard thinking about her. She’s probably lying in that guest bed right now, still hot from what I did to her, maybe touching herself and thinking about my hands.
Good. I want her fucking desperate.
That asshole ex of hers really did a number on her confidence, made her think she was broken. Gonna enjoy proving him wrong. Gonna show her exactly how fucking sexy she is, how perfect her body is, how much pleasure I can give her. How much she can turn on a real man and fulfill his every fucking need.
She’s gonna forget that piece of trash ever even existed.
And by the time the storm clears, my girl will be mine. Body, mind, and soul.
Five
Tyra
I wake up feeling like every nerve in my body has been rewired. Like I’m suddenly aware of parts of myself I didn’t know existed.
Between worrying about the storm outside, when I’m going to be able to leave, and my memories of Havoc, my sleep was not all that restful. I just slipped out of my clothes, brushed my teeth, and burrowed myself under the super comfy duvet in a cotton shirt and sleep shorts, wondering in what crazy pickle I got myself.
What happened last night plays on repeat in my mind. Reed’s hands on me. His mouth, his fingers inside me… Oh my God, I can’t believe I let him do that to me! And the things I said, what I called him! I can’t believe how incredible it felt, how desperately I want him to do it again…
My skin is still tingly from his touch. I’ve never felt anything like that before - I didn’t even know my body was capable of that kind of response. Eight months with Will and the most I ever felt was mild discomfort and disappointment.
But with Havoc? That man knew exactly what he was doing. Each of his touches was purposeful, confident, freaking perfect.
Just remembering his voice saying, “Come for me,” sends heat spreading between my legs. I should be ashamed of myself because of how hard I came, but all I can think about ismore.
And that’s insane, right? Yesterday I didn’t even know Reed Lawson existed, and now I’m lying in his guest bed, dying to feel his powerful hands on me again.
But those hands… big, rough, sure and knowing exactly how to make a girl lose her damn mind. And the way he looked at me, like I drive him just as wild…
Before I can stop myself, my hand slides down my stomach. I’m already wet just thinking about him, and when my fingers find my clit, I have to bite my lip so I don’t make too much noise.
I close my eyes and try to remember exactly how Havoc touched me, but it’s not the same. My fingers feel good, but it’s not him. I need…
Then I hear footsteps in the hallway. Shit. I freeze, my hand still where it definitely shouldn’t be in someone else’s bed, my heart pounding like crazy. The footsteps stop right outside the door, and I literally stop breathing, terrified he’s going to come in and catch me.
They pause for a moment before continuing.
Great. Now I’m too mortified to finish, and I have to get dressed while still all worked up. Perfect.
I guess it’s time to face my host. I can’t hide in here forever.
