Page 9 of Her Biker Daddy

“Please daddy, help me. Make me come for you,” I beg, bringing a growling moan to his lips. He thrusts harder into me, his fingers on my clit giving it a hard pinch, but it’s the combination of all of that along with the hand he wraps around my throat that makes me teeter.

Then slip over as his lips hover over my ear, “Come right now, be daddy’s perfect little slut and come right…now!”

Everything goes white as his hand tightens on my throat, and his moan is the only thing I hear as I feel that same heat deep inside my pussy. His other hand grips my pussy hard around where he’s buried inside me, and I rest in his hands just like that for the longest time, until I come down. His body shivers against mine, and I sink entirely into his hands as things begin to come back into focus. We’re both laying on the bed on our sides, and I lift a hand up to the one he has wrapped around my neck, joining my fingers with his.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby girl, daddy’s got you,” he’s whispering to me, and I realize it’s because of the noises that are still coming from me as my pussy spasms around him.

They both fade little by little, until I can breathe normally, and I moan when he starts to pull away from me. “I’m not going anywhere, Everly. I just need to see you, see your face and your pretty eyes.”

He pulls out of me, and I hate the loss of it. The little blip of pain as he left me wasn’t enough to stop me from rubbing against his semi-hard cock when we’re laying face-to-face, one of his hands wrapped around my waist, while the other strokes my cheek. “Everly…”

“Please daddy, I need to feel like you’re still part of me,” I plead, and he shifts enough so together we can become one again.

“There’s no need to ask if you enjoyed it I can tell,” he teases and my cheeks heat a hint, but I can’t help but smile. “I’ve never had anyone come that long, you worried me there for a few moments.”

“Why?” I ask lifting my leg over his so I can get closer to him, and a smile hits when his cock hardens further, filling me more.

“Orgasms can cause blood pressure spikes, I swore I didn’t tighten my hold on your neck too much to cut off your air supply, but the way you were breathing and crying out…I didn’t realize it was just you coming again until you clamped down on my dick the way you did,” he answers me and I giggle a bit at the way his dick moves inside me, as though in response of the memory. “I need you to tell me if I was too deep and too hard though, baby. I know a pussy a can take a beating, especially when it’s a pleasurable one, but there’s a line between that and potential injury, and with my dick as hard as I was…”

“I’m sure any real damage would require something more severe being introduced down there,” I tease him, hating the worry in his eyes. “You filled me up and made it feel so good, daddy. It didn’t hurt in a bad way even when it did hurt.”

“I can’t wait to see just how much you like a little bit of pain, baby girl, but right now, daddy’s going to love you so you know that’s not the only way I want you,” he whispers against my lips, and I don’t begin to complain when he rolls me onto my back and takes me slowly. His lips are on me somewhere as I come again, and I sob out his name as I go over once more, feeling him follow right behind me.

My eyes grow heavy and I’m almost out when Tate pulls away and I moan, reaching out for him. “I’ll be right back, baby. Daddy needs to clean you up before you sleep.”

“We already took a shower,” I murmur and a soft kiss flutters against my closed eyes.

“I know, just rest, baby girl,” he whispers in return. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t, and I smile a hint when the bed dips. A little sigh slips out of me as something warm and wet slides between my legs. It’s too rough and large to be a tongue and I inch an eye open, seeing Tate kneeling over me, a washcloth in his hand as he runs it over my pussy.

“Daddy…”

“Shh, just cleaning you up so you don’t get sick,” he says, using the backside of the washcloth to run over his soft, but still quite evident dick. He tosses it aside then crawls back up to me, kissing my eye closed again.

“Why would I get sick from sex?” I ask as he holds me close, my head settling onto his chest. “You wouldn’t risk me catching something if you…”

“I’m clean, baby girl,” he says as his fingers run through my hair, untangling it. “I haven’t been with anyone in years. Couldn’t stand the club girls so never took any of them. Didn’t want anyone until I saw you. Sex is messy though, bodily fluids and sweat can cause germs to migrate, and that can cause UTIs and if those aren’t caught, they can turn into kidney infections. I’d never chance you getting sick, so daddy will make sure to clean you up if you’re too exhausted to move whenever necessary.”

“Mmm,” I sigh, falling deep into the darkness, a smile on my lips.

It’s still there when I wake in the morning, finding Tate’s eyes on me, a softness in them I can’t begin to describe as anything other than as love, as he watches me. “Morning.”

“Morning baby,” he says, his voice husky as his hand cups my face. “You are so gorgeous, do you know that, baby?”

“I’m not, but you make me feel it,” I return, smiling even more when he gives me a kiss that wakes every bit of my body, bringing me right back to last night’s desperation to have him. I give his shoulder a little push, knowing that he lays back more on his own than from my push, but I slip over his hips, reaching down for his thickness that’s at least ten inches.

“Everly…”

“I can’t wait, daddy,” I whine, loving the smile that slips onto his lips, and he doesn’t stop me, rather helps me slide down his length as his hands come down to my hips.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby. I love that you need my cock so much,” he adds, and I follow his hands as he moves me back and forth on his hardness. My hands rest on his chest, and I lift up as I move forward, then sink onto him as I go back, making his hands tighten on me, which just makes it better.

“I love you, daddy. That’s why I can’t wait. Why I need you so much.”

“I love you too, baby girl. You’re so damn perfect, I hate that I waited so long now,” he groans, and I move faster, the little flickers of pain only urging me on, making my need grow, and I know he’s the only one that I could possibly feel comfortable enough to do this with, to ask this of.

“Daddy, make it hurt, please,” I beg as I teeter on the edge, feeling the tiniest orgasm like that I’d give myself hit when I rub my clit right against his cock, but nothing deeper like last night. I need more of that, and the way his eyes darken makes me shiver in the best way.

“Little hurt or big hurt?” he asks, pinching one of my nipples when he asks about little, then giving the other a twist when he asks about big.

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