Page 9 of His Biker Daddy

He lets out a little moan as I pull him onto my cock, his hair in my hand as I pull him up and down it, forcing him deeper onto it, over and over. He sucks hard and I shove his head down onto my cock, coming hard and long. Cash licks me clean as he liftsup, his lips smiling and I pull him up onto my lap, straddling me before kissing him as Stealth lets out a low chuckle.

I slip a hand into the back of Cash’s jeans after unbuckling them, giving me room, and I let my hand rub and tease his cheeks, and balls, before turning onto the plug. I don’t give a shit who’s watching. My boy needs his hole stretched and I fucking love teasing him with it. Seeing his red cheeks as he fights between embarrassment that others can easily see him being played with and his need for even more of it.

I keep playing with him, pulling the plug out to the tip before pushing it back in, moving it in a circle to push on his walls, teach them to stretch. Every time I angle it towards his prostate, he lets out a little moan, his hips lifting and I can see the slight movement of the strap. It’s turning him on to be daddy’s play toy and I speed up a bit, pulling a curse from him.

“Fuck, daddy, please,” he cries, his eyes meeting mine. “Please stop.”

“Nah, got to stretch that little ass so daddy can pound it good,” I return, making him shake a bit as he moans louder.

“Please take me out then. It feels so good, but it hurts, daddy,” he adds, and I hold his gaze, smiling when I can tell it’s not a painful hurt. It’s a hurt he wants to satisfy and the wrong thing to tell me when I can’t in good conscious take his ass yet.

“No, that little dick of your stays right where it is until daddy says otherwise,” I warn, pushing him higher and higher, until he lets out a louder shout that draws even more attention our way.

“Please daddy, please, no more. Please…” he pleads, his entire body shaking in my lap and I move my hand off the plug, stroking his ass with one hand, his back and neck with another as I pull him in closer. Cash’s face falls into my neck, and I simply life a brow in return at Knuckles and Rambo’s surprised looks.

“Daddy’s got you, little boy,” I whisper to Cash, giving him a kiss, and just hold him until he’s stopped shaking. His lap straddling mine wakes my cock though, and I stand up, buckling his jeans before they fall down his sexy ass, then stuff my cock back into mine and pull him out of the room by the strap with a nod at my brothers.

I strip off his hoodie, pushing his jeans down the second we’re in my room. My hands on working on my own clothes as I tell him, “On your knees again. Time for your dessert.”

Cash’s mouth is fucking amazing, and I let him take control of it this time, licking my cock and balls, teasing my piercings which feels fucking amazing, and ass until I’m on edge. I give his shoulder a little push, putting him back on his heels and grip my cock hard, jerking off as I pull open his mouth. With a grunt, I come, all over his pretty face and mouth, letting him lick it up before pulling him up onto the bed.

“You were such a good boy at dinner and ate all of your dessert. That gets you another treat,” I tease him, and he shouts as I remove the cage and cover his little dick with my mouth. He grows so fucking much it shouldn’t be possible, and it makes me hungry for more, but until daddy’s taken his ass, he’s not getting mine either.

He’s been so on edge all night that it doesn’t take any time to push him over, after he begs his daddy to come like a good boy should.

Chapter 5

Cash

Istretch as I wake, not feeling Law in the bed and I sit up, looking around the space for him. Not once since Sunday have I woken up alone, and the clock shows it’s even earlier than we’ve been waking since then.

My cock is pushing at the metal of the cage, and fuck, I can’t believe how much I love the feel of it. I told Everly when I saw her on Monday, three days ago now, that it was only supposed to be until daddy could get into my ass, but I was thinking up ways to get back into it, and it’s true. I want this thing on me because when daddy lets me out, it feels ten times better than when he’s let me come again after being out of it for a bit. Like I was yesterday when we went to the gym for a workout after he came back from meeting with the State Police with Everly and Pres about everything.

Daddy gave me one in and out of the gym, pushing me to lift more weight than normal, spanking my ass when I couldn’t do more than three reps with it, and this time when we were in the locker room, we were completely alone to enjoy washing and touching each other. The orgasms were great, but not quite as high as the ones after I’d been set free from the cage.

I slip into the bathroom and am washing my hands when daddy comes in, his eyes straying over me and down to my ass. The hunger on his face has me trying to pop wood again, and he just smirks when I groan a bit, moving over to reach me.

“Morning,” he says, giving me a kiss and I sink into it, loving each one more and more. “I hoped to make it back to bed before you woke up.”

“Where did you go this early in the day?” I ask as his hands come down, stroking my ass making me hungrier for him.

“To grab something from Hauls,” he says making my brow lift a bit higher. “He’s a member of the Keepers, drives big-rigs as a normal job, and his route was taking him right past us this morning. I asked Stealth to grab a few things from my room for me to have and I drove into town to meet him out by the highway.”

“Why didn’t you just tell me that last?” I ask as he turns me around, pushing my top half down. I know what he’s doing, and it makes me hold back a moan as I put my hands down on the edge of the bathtub, spreading my legs.

“Such a good little boy, daddy doesn’t even have to tell you what to do, does he?” Law teases, his hand slipping around the plug in my ass, sliding lube onto it and my ass.

“No daddy,” I agree, and he definitely doesn’t, not for this. I want it so much. Want to feel him inside me the way I’ve never done with anyone else. Somehow it just didn’t feel right until now, until daddy came into my life.

The plug slips out without any pain, and I turn my head, watching as daddy lubes up a new one. My breath hitches seeing it’s size, but my body relaxes when daddy’s hand teases my ass hole, before pushing the plug into me. “Oh fuck,” I moan, my dick jumping as it spreads me even wider.

“Did daddy go too fast for you, baby boy?” he asks against my ear, and shit, that just makes me hotter still.

I love when I’m his little boy, his buttercup, even the sissy boy he was calling me Monday morning when I was fixing my hair and straightening my clothes when Pres came into the office to check that he wasn’t needed for anything. He just lifted a brow a bit my way and I couldn’t help but grin, telling him I was more than okay with what Law called me. And I am, but when he calls me his baby boy, there’s such tenderness and care in it that I know he really is my daddy that loves me. It’s everything I’ve wanted and more, especially with where he’s been taking us the last few days.

“No daddy, it just felt so good,” I tell him, and his chuckle as he plays with the plug just gets me hotter.

“You’ve been good, stretching faster than daddy thought you would, which is why I asked Stealth to send me a few things,” he says when we head back into the room, and I see the box on the bed. It looks like a large tackle box, but I know daddy doesn’t fish.

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