Page 10 of Her Biker Daddy

“Big…oh yes, daddy, big,” I cry, breaking as he gives them both twists, with little tugs as well. I don’t want it to stop, and his thickness just grows inside me, and I move faster as I push through it.

“Shit baby, you make me forget I’ve only had you one night when I see you like this,” he groans, his hand catching the back of my neck, pulling me down towards him, making my movements stop and I whimper when he pulls me off his cock. He gives me a long, hot kiss as his fingers tease me, fucking my pussy hard and fast, making me come while his hand on my neck holds me still.

“Daddy…yes, oh fuck yes,” I cry as he pushes me towards another one. A scream bubbles up when he lands a smack on my pussy, and it continues when he fills me hard and fast, his hand still holding the back of my neck keeping me still. His other holds me around the waist as he lays back, his eyes holding mine, and I scream louder when his hips thrust up, hard and fast in a pounding repetition that I can’t move away from.

Not that I want to move away from it. It’s intensity makes my eyes roll upwards, my body shaking from head to toe. I snap when his hands move up, giving my nipples twists, and I collapse onto him, feeling him fill me with his thick, hot cum. “Daddy!”

“There’s my good girl,” he teases when my eyes finally open, and I can lift my head off his chest. “Come on, daddy needs to clean you up and get you something to eat. You didn’t have anything at work last night, did you, Everly?” he adds when my stomach growls and I blush a hint. “I knew you needed daddy to take care of you. This just proves it even more.”

“I do need you daddy,” I agree, using the clip to keep my hair up so it doesn’t get wet when he turns on the shower.

“Ahh, here, try this,” Tate says, grabbing out a thick shower bonnet that makes me fall even deeper for him. “I know you don’t wash your hair every day. It dries it out too much.”

“How?” I ask when the water is cascading over us, and his hands are washing me in the most delightful ways.

“I overheard you talking to a mom in the diner one day. Her daughter had curls that were really frizzy,” he says, and I grin recalling the conversation now.

“Her daughter looked like she was going to cry when I said I didn’t wash mine daily. She loved baths and showers.”

“And you told her to buy a shower cap to wear on non-wash days. That her curls needed moisture but not constant washing most likely,” he finishes, and I grin, sinking into his sweet kiss that shouldn’t arouse me so much, but it does. Everything about him arouses me, and now, I get to indulge in it.

“Mmm,” I sigh as he wraps me in a towel. “I love you, Tate.”

“I love you too, baby. Fuck, you make me want to be a good man and a total beast at the same time.”

“I like that. Want that too,” I admit, seeing his brow lift a bit in response. “I love how sweet you can be with me, but I also love how ruthless you were last night as well. It turned me on knowing what you did with those cops, and that guy downstairs…if Meyer hadn’t urged me to stop you, I probably wouldn’t have. Does that make you love me less, want me less?” I ask, smiling at the fury that invades his gaze.

“No, it makes me want to do whatever I have to in order to see that you have everything you want or need. Makes me love you more to know that you can handle the darkness that surrounds us, and that you want my hands on you even knowing I’ve ended lives. More than just those last night, baby,” he warns, and I nod, holding onto his waist as his hand unclips my hair. His eyes watching as the curls bounce while they slide over my shoulders and against the tops of my breasts.

“Hinton?” I guess, making his brow lift my way. “Everyone in town knows he and a handful of others just disappeared. Some say that they were caught elsewhere, and you all just didn’t say anything on it because you don’t want it coming back on you here. Others figure they’re dead since you showed up in town one day with the President patch on your cut. They figured another club took them out since there wasn’t any fighting amongst the club members.”

“Yeah, he’s dead. I put my knife in him when he wanted to start running people. To him it didn’t matter how old they weren’t. He wanted to sell them for his own amusement and to line his pocket. Like I said last night, I don’t play with kids and anyone that does is going to disappear. The others that vanished went the same way as him when they tried to jump me for killing the bastard. They were dumped in the woods. By now, what was left of them is scattered all throughout them.”

“See…sweet, even if you were a dark beast,” I muse making his brow lift my way again. “You care about people. Yeah, you may do things that would get you put in jail in most towns, but this place isn’t like that. The ‘good guys’ are really bad, so the ‘bad guys’ have to be worse, to take them on. I mean, this place is a good example of it. The commissioner stole the money that was meant to turn this place into a school for kids. Good guys wouldn’t do that. The mayor uses the town’s funds to pay for hookers to bribe the judges, so they overlook the illegal shit the police do. I wouldn’t be surprised if he told his favorites on the force that he’d protect them if they got me out of the way by any means necessary and that’s why…” I stop realizing what I almost said but it’s too late and Tate’s brow lifts my way.

“That’s why what, baby?” he questions.

“That’s why the cops that come into the diner think they can try to cop a feel under my skirt. Why they harass me when I’m just shopping in town. Why I’d get in trouble for defending myself against their kids in school, but they never would even get a detention when one of them pushed me down the steps in front of the principal, who’s another of the mayor’s buddies.”

“They’ve been putting their hands on you all this time?” he demands, and I wince at the volume of his voice. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that they thought they could go near you when it’s so fucking clear that you’re at least protected by the club.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask curiously, enjoying the depth of his fury, even if not the loudness of it.

“I’m in the diner every morning you work. In it more than not when you’re on the other shifts, but only if you’re there. I always sit in your section, tell them I want you to wait on me even if your section was full. That kind of thing gets around, especially when I never went in that place except for the odd meal until you started working there. Cops hit it up regularly, but never while I’m there, because they know if I saw them try anything with you, I’d end them. Which is why what those two tried to do last night pissed me off even more. Why I couldn’t let them live,” he adds, and I sink into his hold, sighing happily when his arms constrict around me. “Why would he risk anything coming back on him, or force him to turn in favors if something happened to you, Everly?”

“Because I’m older than his legitimate kids,” I explain but his brow just lifts at me, and I let out a sigh. “My mother told me that she let herself get pregnant with me even though he was married because she learnt that his parents’ will, left controlling shares of the family business to his eldest blood child. I guess his wife had issues conceiving and that’s what took them so long to have their twins, so my mom figured she’d get there first. His parents apparently didn’t want him in charge because of his aspirations with politics, but they also didn’t want to leave the company to someone that’s not blood related. They were against adoption, which is why they did IVF then.

“He gave my mom some money when she refused to have an abortion, swore he’d give her more to keep her mouth shut about me, but that apparently only lasted until I was little. She went through all of the money by the time I was two and when she went back to him for more, his wife was pregnant with the twins, and he had something on her that kept her quiet. I don’t know what. Honestly, nothing would really surprise me about her. She turned to guy after guy to pay our rent, and I think she was still hoping to somehow get me to be acknowledged as his biological child to take the company, which is some of why she kept me close until I was eighteen.”

“The boyfriend—who’s a dead man if I find him—came along and gave her a momentary option for a different sort of payoff, but when he went away, she was left with just naming the mayor as your ‘father’.”

“Yeah, whatever he has on her has kept her from pushing it, but now that the twins are getting closer to being eighteen, I worry what she’ll do.” Tate’s hands slide up and down my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my face, and I smile knowing I’m safe here with him.

“If he comes near you or sends anyone after you, I’ll kill them all. I don’t give a shit what he has on your mother. If it’s true that you can take his moneymaker away from him…weaken him and the cops in this town just by having a blood test prove you’re his, I’m all for it. I’ll keep you safe, baby. The club will keep you safe, I swear.”

“I don’t want his money, don’t want my mother to have it either, but I wouldn’t mind making him miserable. Him, his bitch of a wife, and his shitass kids,” I grumble, and the look Tate gives me has me spilling the rest. “She knows I’m his. I was thirteen when their son groped me. He was like ten and a half and knew what it meant. Laughed in my face when he said he could do whatever he wanted to me, and no one would stop him because of who his father was. I kicked him in the balls and told him if he tried it with me, I’d tell the entire town just how sick he was for trying to grope or do worse his own sister. He said he’d never touch her, and that’s when I told him I meant me. She showed up the next day at the school, smacked me, demanding to know how dare I tell her son something that adult. I just laughed at her, asking how dare they teach their shitty son to know what it meant to grope and rape girls at ten.”

“And their daughter?” he asks lifting my chin his way with the gentlest touch.

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