Page 48 of Biker's Babygirl

He silences me with a finger pressed against my lips. “I don’t care what your past is, Ginny. I” –He presses his lips to mine— “Am” –They travel down to my chin, making me giggle despite the seriousness of the moment— “Going. To. Protect. You.” Each and every word was punctuated with a kiss until he was down my throat.

Despite the stress of the day—tension still present in the hunch of my shoulders—with every gentle press of his lips I begin to melt until I’m willing putty in his large, yet skillful hands. When I see him looming over me, there is no doubt that the words he said earlier—I love you—are true. I can see it shining at me through his beautiful blue eyes.

He slides a warm hand under my nightgown, resting it on my belly. “Are you okay if?—”

“Yes.” I cut him off eagerly.

Duke chuckles then leans down and nips my bottom lip.

“Ow! What was that for?” I pout.

“Let me finish my sentences, little girl.”

Little girlmakes my belly flip, and when he smiles, I swear he felt it.

Then his tongue swipes over my lower lip, soothing the hurt, and I groan wantonly, powerless to stop myself. “You’re sure? We already?—”

I pull his head down and thrust my tongue inside his mouth. I try to communicate without words—letting my lips tell him how much I want him inside me.

Duke caresses the side of my ass before giving it a hard squeeze. Then we break apart. “I told you,” he warns, the words deep and throaty. “Don’t interrupt me.” But when he kisses me again, I know without a doubt that he didn’t mind.

The fabric of my new gown gets shoved up to my chest and I eagerly lift my hips. Duke makes quick work of pulling my panties down, and in my haste, I kick them off.

“What’s your hurry, babygirl?” he asks with a smile that tells me he knows all too well. And then he’s inside me with a single thrust. His cock claims my pussy in a way that I’ve never experienced before him.

Is it different now? Better because I know he cares about me? Truly cares?

But the thoughts fade as he continues to move inside me. Dimly in the recesses of my brain I know I should be sore, tired, or both. But nothing except this moment matters. Everything fades but the sweet, overwhelming sensation of our bodies being connected. I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he pushes into my pussy.

“You feel so good,” he groans.

“I never want to let go of you,” I whisper back.

“You’ll never have to,” he vows.

I smile into his handsome face, believing him, trusting him as I never have another person.

His thrusts are slow—he’s taking his time and being gentle. Showing me just how much he cares with his careful lovemaking. My belly is swirling with the sensations he creates inside me, and I look deep into his eyes, hoping he sees how wonderful he makes me feel.

Our bodies move together and I feel my climax building.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp.

“Good. Come for me, babygirl. Come for your Daddy.”

It shouldn’t work. His voice shouldn’t have this strange, delicious power over me, but it does. I shouldn’t like it… but I most definitely do. My pussy clenches around his cock before I let go and come, just like my Daddy told me to.

In my excitement, I let go of him and Duke begins to thrust faster, harder. I should be sated—I shouldn’t be capable of orgasming again, but as he picks up the pace, I feel another plateau rising inside of me.

“Yes! Ride me, Daddy, harder!”

Duke chuckles at my enthusiasm then grants my wish, delivering one powerful thrust after another.

“Oh!” I feel the ball in my belly tighten and my toes curl before I let go once more. “Ooh!”

Duke thrusts for all he’s worth, delivering several in quick succession, then he’s grunting with his own release. My pussy lips tighten, milking his cock as he comes.

When he’s finished, he flops next to me, grinning.

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