Page 46 of Her Biker Daddy

I slip around the side of the car and let the air out of the tire, before grabbing up the jack to make it look good. I shoot off a text to Tate about a flat tire, grinning at his immediate ‘on my way’ in response, and I giggle because he didn’t even question the location. To get to the clubhouse from the road, I should have turned left instead of right, and I know if he wasn’t reacting, he’d already realize I’m up to something.

I slip off the jacket when I see him closing in on my location with the phone app and slip off the leggings I put on under the replica of my old waitress uniform. I definitely wasn’t going to fit into my old one that I never returned that was sitting in the closet. I saw it about a month ago and the idea came to me since the anniversary of the day he took me home was coming up fast. Getting the outfit made without him discovering it was tricky, but thankfully, it came at the same time as another package, and he thought nothing of it.

The top is made with snaps, and they are straining against my chest, threatening to pop with every deep breath I take. The middle is made in a corset style, so it’ll stay on even when the top is ripped open, and the bottom hem barely covers my ass. Everything will be on display the minute I lean over, which is why I had the leggings on—not that I’m going to admit to wearing them until after daddy’s had his fun with me. He really would lose his shit if he thought I’d walked around wearing only this—even with the jacket on over it.

I put the leggings and jacket onto the front seat, then close the door as the roar of his bike makes my pussy throb. I wait to move from my spot until I’m certain Tate’s the only one approaching and I step forward as he cuts the engine, the headlight showing off what I’m wearing, and his helmet hits the ground as he’s up and off the bike in an instant. “What the fuck, baby?”

“Oh, hi Tate,” I say, wringing my hangs together in front of me. “I got a flat. Do you think you could help me with it? I think I have the jack in the right place, but I don’t know where the stick goes,” I add turning quickly making the skirt flare up and I bend over a bit, pulling the deepest growl from him I’ve ever heard.

His arm wraps around mine, pulling me around and I let out a fake gasp trying to get away from him. “Tate…what are you doing? Who do you think you are?” I question as his hand comes up and covers my tit through the outfit. “Hey, stop that! No…no!” I shout when he pushes me up against the car, his hands lifting to the top of the outfit, and my tits pop out when he jerks it open.

“Oh baby, I’ve been dying to get my hands on your sweet body and now look at you, out here all alone. I’ll teach you real fast which holes the stick goes in,” he returns, the smirk on his lips and the glitter in his eyes telling me he’s fully aware of what I want. His mouth comes down and sucks on my nipple and I push against him, trying to get loose.

“No, stop that! Get off me!” I cry and only stop struggling when his hand moves off my waist and moves down to grab the skirt.

“Yeah, you just spread those legs and let daddy get a taste of that little pussy. I bet it’s fresh, a young little thing like you. Come on, pretty girl, let daddy in,” he growls, pushing his hand between my thighs under the miniscule skirt, but I clamp them tight making him have to have to really work to get at it.

“Stop it! You’re sick,” I shout, pushing at his chest and I catch him on the jaw with a slap that has him jerking my head back by my hair. It causes me to lose my balance and his hand pushes between my thighs, and he cups my pussy hard, sinking three fingers inside it instantly making me cry out. “No! Get off me you disgusting creep!”

“Nice and tight, you got a cherry daddy’s going to pop?” he croons, licking up my throat and I scream as I struggle against him, trying to push him away, but he’s so much stronger than I am and he doesn’t even budge.

“Stop it. Stop it. Stop it. I don’t want this,” I cry, and he laughs in my ear and pulls his fingers out of my pussy.

“You’re fucking dripping for it girl, look at that, look how much you’ve already creamed asking for it,” he states, wiping it on my breasts before he leans down, licking it up before turning back over to my nipples, sucking hard making them drip. “Mmm, daddy like big milk jugs like these. I’m going to put my cock between them and jack it off while I milk you.”

“No! You pervert!” I cry pushing and struggling against him, but he just laughs and grabs my face, leaning in for a kiss. I know if his lips touch mine this is going to be over and when he’s just inches from me, I spit in his face, truly shocking him but his eyes glitter even more as he grabs my face and squeezes my cheeks. It’s the only concession beyond smacking me with his cock he’s allowed in all these years, and I love it when he does it.

“You want to spit on something, then I’ll give you something to spit on,” he fumes, pushing me down to my knees as he pulls out his cock, his hold on my face has my mouth still open, but I try to close it as he jerks me towards his cock.

“S’op,” I mumble out around his hold. “Nooo…” I screech as he pushes in, his hand going to the back of my head, holding it as he forces his way fully into my mouth. The gravel under my knees shoots flashes of pain through me, but it just makes my pussy wetter, and I gurgle as he pulls out, jerking hard on my hair again pulling my head up.

“Spit on it.”

“No,” I respond getting a harder pull to the hair in return.

“I said spit on it!”

“NO!”

“Then I’ll just have to spit on you,” he warns, grabbing my jaw and he leans down, spitting into my mouth before forcing me back onto his cock, fucking my face until he comes, and he pulls it out, spraying it all over my face and neck and chest.

His hands leave me for a second and I push against him, upsetting his balance a bit and shoot up, moving away a couple feet before he reaches me, grabbing me around the waist and lifts me up off the ground. I struggle against the hold, screaming and he drops down to the ground with me, his big body leaning over me as he pushes between my legs, and I scream as his cock slides into me.

“That’s it little girl, make daddy work for that virgin pussy,” he croons into my ear before his hand wraps around my hair and pulls my head back. My chest is pressed against the ground, my knees screaming as they chafe against it as he pounds into me.

“Stop, stop, oh god, please stop,” I cry out. As my orgasm builds, I change it over to a constant, “No, no, oh no. No!”

“Little cock whore are you? Daddy’s little slut,” he laughs, pulling on my hair and it brings my chest up as he lifts off me. “Show daddy how much you’re loving this, thank him for making that little cunt of yours come.”

“No! Let me go. Get off me!” I scream until his hand wraps around my throat, and I let out a little whimpering cry.

“I don’t want to hurt you, little girl, but daddy will, to get what he wants,” he says, squeezing and releasing it as he speaks. “Now are you going to be a good girl and do what daddy tells you to do? Or does daddy have to hurt you to get you to behave?”

“I’ll be good,” I promise, my voice quivering as my body shakes, so close to another orgasm and I need it so badly.

“That’s right, you are,” he returns, as he sits back on his heels. “Now scoot that ass of your back here and fuck daddy’s cock good to say thanks for making you come.”

I slowly ease backwards, sitting onto his lap, jumping when his hand tightens on my throat again.

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