Page 7 of Her Daddy Biker
“Yes,” I gasp, not caring how desperate I sound or how shocking it is that I’m responding to his crude words.
Havoc’s big hand works at my jeans with surprising dexterity, and I should probably be embarrassed about how easily I’m letting him pop the buttons open, how eager I am for his touch. But all I can focus on is the heat of his palm as he slides it inside my panties.
“Christ,” he breathes when his fingers find me. “You’re dripping for me, angel.”
I can only whimper as he touches me, his fingers sliding through wetness I didn’t even know was there. When he finds my clit, I nearly scream.
“That’s it,” he murmurs, working me in slow, maddening circles. “Let me hear how good it feels.”
I’m making sounds I’ve never heard myself make before, clinging to his wide shoulders as he does things to me I didn’t know were possible. When he slides a long, thick finger inside me, I see stars.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts. “Gonna have to stretch you before you can take Daddy’s fat cock.”
The obscene words should shock me, but instead they make me clench harder around his finger. He pushes a second one inside me, making me feel impossibly full. Working me. I’m shaking, whimpering. It feels so freaking good. Every time Havoc pushes in and out of my wet, spasming pussy, a new wave of pleasure invades my body. I’m climbing toward something I’ve never felt before. Digging my nails into his skin through the fabric of his shirt.
“Daddy, I think… I think I’m gonna…”
“Come for me, baby. Come all over my fingers like my good fucking girl.”
He grunts out the words with his lips on mine, his tongue coming out to lick. His teeth nibbling at me. And all that, combined with his command, pushes me over the edge. I explode around his hand, crying out so loud it echoes throughthe cabin. He works me through it, thrusting his big fingers inside me with obscene wet noises. My moans, his groans. The smell of my juices. All that’s making me feel dizzy while Havoc keeps murmuring praise in my ear as I’m shaking and gasping.
When I finally come down from my orgasm, he slowly pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, greedily sucking them clean while maintaining eye contact. I whimper, watching his full lips shine with my cum, his pink tongue poking out to swirl around his big fingers. The gray of his eyes turning dark. He looks savagely handsome.
Oh my God, this is just like one of the alpha heroes from my smut books! I never thought men did this in real life!
“Sweet as honey,” he rumbles. “Gonna taste you properly next time.”
The promise makes me shiver, but then his expression shifts. Like shutters falling down.
“Go to bed, Tyra.”
“What?” I blink up at him, confused by the sudden turn. Still standing there, panting, with my jeans open, and the smell of my orgasm saturating the air.
“You heard me. Go to bed. Now,” Havoc repeats in a tone that makes it clear he’s not used to doing so.
“But I thought… after that, I thought we’d…” I’m struggling for words.
“We’d what? Fuck right here against my kitchen counter? Not tonight, angel.”
“Why not?”
“Because I’m about two seconds from bending you over and taking what’s mine whether you’re ready or not.” His voice is rough with barely controlled need as he leans into my face. Big and scary. Waves of frustration rolling off him. “And when I fuck you for the first time.” He grabs the back of my neck, holding me captive. “I want you fucking desperate for it.” Heleans impossibly close. His face, his eyes, all I can see. His smell seepping into my pores. His body heat, engulfing me. “Begging for my cock.” He threads his fingers through my hair and tugs. “Not fucking hurting because I’m too big and you’re too damn tight.”
The words are grunted out through clenched teeth. And heat floods my entire body.
He lets go of me and takes a step back. “Now, angel.”
The finality in his tone tells me the conversation is over. I head toward the guest room he pointed at earlier on shaky legs, hyperaware of Havoc’s eyes on me.
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I can still taste my angel on my fingers, still hear the sweet little sounds she made when she came apart for me.
Fuck, she’s responsive. Came so fucking hard on my hand. When I get my mouth on that perfect pussy, she’s gonna lose her goddamn mind. And so am I.
I’ve been telling myself for years that I didn’t need anyone, that isolation is better than dealing with people’s bullshit. Then Tyra Keys shows up on my doorstep with her big brown eyes and curves that won’t quit, and suddenly I can’t remember why I thought being alone was such a great idea.
