Page 14 of Her Daddy Biker
I step back, taking her with me to the couch. She’s clinging to me with jelly legs, sweat dewing her skin, her pupils blown wide.
I set my girl on the soft cushions. “Get on your knees, angel.Need your mouth.”
Her lush lips part like she’s gonna protest, but one look at my face and she positions herself. Good fucking girl.
Fuck, my angel looks fucking perfect with her hair messy, her big tits swaying as she kneels in front of me. Her big brown eyes glued to mine, filled with so much trust… Fuck, this is a sight I’ll never forget if I live to be a hundred!
“Open your mouth,” I order slow and dark, stroking my big cock right in front of her face. The tip’s shiny, thick veins running up the length, wet from her slick. Her eyes go wide.
“It’s so big, Daddy…”
“Yeah? You think Daddy’s fat cock’s too much for that sweet mouth?”
She shakes her head, even as she swallows nervously.
“You’ll take it,” I promise, sliding the tip across her lips. “You’re gonna choke on it and thank me.” My girl awakens something deep and dark inside me.
She moans when I push past her plump lips, just the head, then another inch. Her lips stretch around me, and, fuck if it isn’t the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.
“That’s it,” I groan, gripping the back of her head. “Suck it. Show me how hungry you are for me.”
My angel gives it her all, her sweet tongue swirling around my hard flesh, her small mouth stretched tight, eyes watering when I push deeper.
“Goddamn,” I grit out. “You look so fucking pretty with your mouth full of me.”
She gags when the thick head of my cock pushes down her throat, and I pull back just enough for her to catch her breath.
“Eyes on me, angel,” I growl. “Wanna see your face when I come down your throat.”
Tyra looks up at me, with her pretty lips stretched, spit dripping down her chin, and I fucking lose it.
“Touch yourself while you suck me,” I grunt. “Want you to come again with my cock in your mouth.”
She moans around me, the vibration almost sending me over the edge, while her hand disappears between her thighs.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan. “Play with that perfect little pussy while I fuck your sweet throat, angel.”
I roll my hips, slow at first, then deeper, rougher. My angel gags again, tears spilling from the corners of her eyes, but she doesn’t stop.
She fucking takes everything I’m giving her. Because she’s fucking mine.
And when I feel her start to tremble, her fingers working faster, thighs quivering, I know she’s close. Fuck.
“That’s it, baby,” I snarl. “Fucking come for me. Want to feel your throat tighten when I fill your mouth.”
She moans, and her body locks, shaking as she orgasms again, the sounds muffled around my cock.
And I follow right behind… My heavy balls, bursting with seed I haven’t shared with anyone in years, tightening almost painfully.
“Fuck, baby… gonna come… gonna fill that perfect pretty mouth.”
I thrust deep, holding her head as I explode. Hot jets of cum shooting down her throat, and I grunt through clenched teeth, my hips jerking as pleasure slams into me.
And my perfect angel takes it all, swallowing, gagging, whimpering. When I pull out, her lips are swollen, spit and cum dripping down her chin.
I pull her up into my lap, my chest heaving, my heart pounding like a goddamn war drum.
“Good girl,” I whisper against her ear. “Took every drop like Daddy’s perfect little slut.”
