Page 7 of Her Biker Daddy

“Daddy…” she sighs, returning the smile while letting me slide her shorts down her thick thighs. The dimples in them make my mouth water to taste every last bit of her, and I lean forward as I kneel in front of her, pressing a kiss to her hip, and her hand slips into my hair, holding tight. “Tate…”

“Tell me what’s worrying you and I’ll give you a nice, soft kiss right where you need it most,” I bribe, holding onto her hips as her breathing deepens.

“I…I don’t want to ever be my mother. Never having my own money…scares me. If this…” she says, and I pull her closer to me, holding her tight as I look up into her sweet face.

“You’re worried what will happen if this doesn’t work out?” I guess and the look on her face says it all. “One, that’s never going to happen. I’m not some fucking shithead twenty year old that doesn’t know what he wants. I know you’re mine, Everly. Now and always, baby girl. Two, you’ll have full access to everything in my bank account. I’m not just going to dole out an allowance for you baby or expect you to ask me for every little thing you need. That’s not what I mean when I say it’s mine to provide. I meant that it’ll be my money that buys it for you, and you don’t have to work your life away because I’ve done the hard shit already to make this life for you.

“Three, if anything would ever happen to me, everything that’s mine will be yours. It’s more than just what’s in the bank. I’ve got property around the country. Some of it, the club doesn’t even know about because while I trust the guys in the club right now with my life, I know that it could change at any minute if someone new comes in with enough charisma to charm the rest into staging a coup. You’ll be safe, no matter what happens to me, I’ll make damn sure of that, Everly. So, does that calm your worry, baby girl?” I ask, seeing the answer in her eyes even before she nods at me. “Good girl, now spread those pretty thighs and let me kiss that hungry little pussy before I wash all of that sweet juice clinging to them away.”

Her little moan as she widens her stance is nothing compared to the one that comes out of her when I cover her soaked pussy with my mouth, kissing every last bit of it the way I’ll kiss her mouth when buried deep inside her. Her hands grip my hair tight, the steam from the electric point water heaters filling the room entirely, but it’s nothing compared to the desperate heat in her eyes as I tongue her pussy, my hands gripping her plump ass hard.

“You’re going to come on daddy’s mouth like a good girl, aren’t you, baby?” I tease, my hand inching inward between the cleft of her ass.

“Please daddy,” she cries, her hips pushing her forward back onto my mouth. I suckle hard on her clit before going back to tonguing her pussy, my nose rubbing her clit. When my finger teases the tight whirl of her ass, she breaks gushing her sweetness into my mouth and I drink it all up as she screams out a chant of ‘daddy, daddy, oh daddy’ that has my cock coming without a single touch.

“That’s my good girl,” I praise her as I stand, lifting her off her feet and move us into the water. A little hiss leaves my lips at the heat of it, and I turn it down, making sure it’s not too hot for my girl before moving her into the stream.

“Close your eyes so I can soap your hair,” I tell her rather than handing her the bottle of shampoo I get off the shelf. “You’ll have to tell me if I do it wrong. I want to know just how to care for my baby girl, so I can care for all the babies we have, especially if they have curly hair like their mama.”

“Babies?” she gasps, her eyes opening and I make sure to keep her head tipped back so the soap doesn’t run into them.

“Eyes closed, pretty girl. I don’t want them to sting,” I state, smiling when she closes them, and the little grin on her lips says she likes the idea of babies just as much as I’m becoming obsessed with it. “Yes, I said babies. Ones that I put in you, and you carry. Ones that suckle on these incredible tits of yours. Ones that will love you entirely, just as much as I will…do.”

“Tate!” she cries, little shudders rushing through her as I continue to lather her hair. “Daddy, please don’t tease…”

“I’m not baby,” I promise with a whisper against her ear, kissing her cheek that’s free of soap. “I know what I feel for you is something I’ve never felt before—not with anyone—and it’s only grown deeper since I first met you. It’s why I want to know you’re safe just as badly as I want to fuck you into a coma, baby. You’re everything to me, but my world is a pit of darkness most of the time and I never wanted any of that to touch you. You’re a radiating beam of pureness, so I stayed away. Kept you safe from a distance.”

“I’m not…never have been,” she sighs, and I tip her head back into the water, rinsing it and make sure her face is clear before wiping the moisture from her eyes so she can open them, look at me when I tell her this time.

“You are baby. The people around you might have kept you from seeing it, but it’s there and it’s something that I never want anyone to ever touch. Worried that if I came near you, it would fade because of all of the shit surrounding me, but now I know, it never will. You’ve already seen most of it and it’s still there, and it just makes me love you more. Which is why I want it all, Everly. I want you as mine—forever. I want to fill you with babies that will carry that same light as you, because just being near it makes my life a million times better. Being able to hold you, take care of you is even better than that. Tasting your sweetness on my tongue eclipses even that though, so I’m definitely going to be selfish and see that I have you some way, every single day that I possibly can.

“I’m going to see that every fucking creep that even looks at you wrong disappears. If your ‘father’ or his police buddies come near you, I will kill every single last one of them and not break a sweat or blink an eye. Anything that threatens you has to go. I’ve been alone too long, lived without you—without your sweetness in my life for too long, to ever let anything come close to hurting you again. I know this is probably a lot—too much with everything that happened tonight but I’m too far gone over you to hold back now, baby girl. I love you, Everly, and I hope one day, you’ll love me even half as much,” I add, fear bubbling inside me and that’s one thing I never feel.

I haven’t when staring down the barrel of a gun, or facing a knife in a fight, but tonight, I’ve felt it more than once. The first time, when I knew someone had to have taken her, and now, not knowing how she’ll really react to all of this—to just how much she means to me. Shit, I didn’t realize exactly what it was until tonight—that it was more than just want and the need to have her—own her, but now, I sure as hell know it’s been building to this from the moment I saw her.

“I was terrified at what they were going to do to me, but that stopped the second I saw you there tonight, Tate,” she says, her body slick against mine, and my body shakes when her hand slips around my cock, stroking it. “I knew I was safe. That they’d never get the chance to hurt me. I heard their screams, and I knew what you were doing to them—knew and liked it. Which should have scared me, but it didn’t. It just made me want you more than I already did.

“I’ve dreamt of you being outside when I got off, and instead of letting me leave, you took me with you. Took me home. Took my body. Took my heart all while showing me everything was going to be okay, because you loved me as much as I loved you. Because I do—love you, Tate. I love you so much already, daddy,” she adds, and my dick explodes from just her soft tugs and her words, sending pleasure down my whole spine, and I lift her into my arms, stealing her lips in a long, hard kiss, until my dick is pulsing, wanting inside her.

“Take me to bed, daddy,” she whispers when I break the kiss, and it’s so fucking tempting, but I need to finish taking care of her first.

“Let daddy finish your shower, then we’ll go lay down in the bed and I’ll explore every last inch of you, baby. I promise,” I assure her, smiling when she sighs happily, letting me lower her down my body, and the look in her eyes when she feels my dick against her belly has me moving just a hint faster than I intended.

She smiles when I insist on drying her hair, but she doesn’t argue, and I kiss her neck and shoulders as I get ninety some percent of it fully dry. I don’t stop her when she tugs me towards her when I move to the other side, and she turns off the hair dryer, her eyes begging for more.

I carry her back into the bedroom, laying her down on the bed, and give the towel wrapped around her a little tug. Her giggle when it slips free, letting me see all of her gorgeous body on display, makes my cock bob, and she reaches out for me. I catch her hand before she can wrap it around my dick, pushing it up over her head and wrap it around the spindles of the headboard. It’s attached to the wall but still functional if I wanted to tie someone up in my bed. One of these days I’ll definitely have my girl tied up in it, but for tonight, I want more freedom of movement with her.

“If you take your hands off them, I’ll stop what I’m doing,” I warn, my lips hovering over hers and I steal the smile that slips onto them, tasting every last inch of her mouth before moving down her throat, over her collar bones, and down the center of her chest.

Her body arches up, her tight nipples begging for a taste, and I lick all around one, before moving to the other, pulling a whining moan from her that I love, want to hear a million more times. And I will, but not tonight.

My mouth pulls her entire nipple in as I suck on her skin hard, pulling a full cry of bliss from her, but it quickly turns to one of disappointment when I lift my head, her eyes meeting mine. “Where are your hands supposed to be, baby girl?”

“I’m sorry, daddy. It felt so good, please don’t stop,” she pleads, her hands quickly moving off my head and back up onto the headboard.

“That’s your only warning,” I return making her drag in a deep breath. “If you do it again, I’ll not only stop, but also spank your ass so you remember what daddy’s good girl gets versus what happens when you’re a bad girl,” I add, enjoying the shiver that races through her.

I’m going to fucking love spanking her ass, seeing what will be her threshold of when it’s pleasurable pain and when it’s just punishment pain. Shit…hearing her say she was turned on hearing the cries of me killing those two shouldn’t have made me as hard as I was, but I love that she was happy I was seeing to her safety the best way possible. Sure, in some instances, killing cops would be a bad thing, but the ones around here don’t deserve to breathe the same air as her—especially not if they’re under her father’s thumb.

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