Page 20 of Her Dirty Biker
He lets out a harsh, low sound that makes my core clench again.
“You wanna suck Daddy’s cock?” he rasps, the wordDaddyso filthy on his lips it makes me ache.
I nod, already shifting. “Yeah. I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
He blinks once, then rolls onto his back and pats his chest. “C’mere then, little fox. Show me how hungry you really are.”
My knees shake a little as I straddle his chest and work my way down. His cock is huge, thick, and flushed, the tip already glistening. I wrap my fingers around the base and lean in, licking a long, slow stripe up the underside.
His whole body jerks beneath me. “Fuck.”
I like the way he reacts. It makes me bold.
I swirl my tongue around the head, then slide my lips over the tip, letting the weight of him rest on my tongue as I go deeper, inch by inch. It’s a stretch, but I want to take him. I want him to know how much I crave this.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he groans, one hand fisting in my hair, the other bracing against the mattress. “Good girl. That mouth of yours is fucking heaven.”
His praise makes heat rush to my core all over again.
I start to move slowly, hollowing my cheeks, using my hand at the base to work what I can’t fit in my mouth. He’s panting, swearing under his breath, calling me sweet, filthy things that make me squirm.
“Goddamn it, Willow. You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.”
He sits up fast, grabbing my hips and dragging me into his lap. “You want me to come? I’ll come inside you. Stretch that sweet virgin pussy and fuck you so full of me, you won’t know where I end and you begin.”
I moan at the words, gripping his shoulders. “Please.”
He shifts us, flipping me beneath him again, body sliding over mine in a slow, delicious press.
“You’re still sure?” he asks, voice rough, jaw tight.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I want it. I wantyou.”
He reaches between us, guiding his cock through my folds, dragging it slowly against my clit until I gasp.
“I’m not gonna be gentle, Willow. I’ll take care of you. But once I’m inside you, there’s no going back.”
“I don’t want to go back,” I breathe. “Please, Daddy…”
His eyes flare. Then he pushes forward.
I cry out, not in pain exactly, but in shock. He’s thick and huge. My body has never been stretched like this. He moves slowly, holding my gaze, letting me feel every single inch as he breaks through the last barrier and fills me completely.
“Jesus fuck,” he groans. “You’re so tight. So goddamn perfect.”
Tears sting my eyes, but not from pain. From how full I feel and how deeply connected I suddenly am to this man I barely know, yet feel like I’ve known forever.
“You okay, little fox?” he asks, brushing my hair back from my face.
I nod, voice shaky. “Yeah. I didn’t know it would feel like this.”
He kisses me, slow and deep. “It’s never felt like this for me either.”
He starts to move with slow, grinding strokes, each one stealing a little more breath from my lungs. The initial sting fades, replaced by pressure, heat, a steady, building burn that makes my thighs start to shake.
“Please,” I whisper. “Harder.”
He growls and shifts his angle, driving into me harder, deeper, his hand slipping under my thigh to hike my leg up around his waist.
