Page 12 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Eleven

Tyra

Our new place is ridiculous. Like marble countertops, heated floors, and custom walk-in closet, ridiculous.

It’s only twenty minutes’ distance from campus, which makes zero sense given that it looks like something out of Architectural Digest. My daddy bought it after one showing. Didn’t even blink at the price.

“I want you close, angel,” he said, taking my hand in his at the realtor’s office. “Close enough that I can see you whenever I need to.”

So I live in a penthouse condo with a view of the entire valley, and a six-foot-five ex-military, mountain man, biker who looks at me like I hung the moon and treats me like a queen. Surreal.

And right now, my biker daddy is standing behind me in our massive kitchen, with his big, tattooed arms wrapped around my waist while I’m finishing my morning tea.

With his chin resting on top of my head, I can feel the steady rise and fall of his broad chest against my back. Surrounded by his heat and intoxicating scent, after he made me come countless times last night. What even is my life?!

“We’re going to be late,” I tell him, but I don’t move away.

“Don’t care.” His arms tighten around me as he nuzzles my neck, making me squirm.

“Wasn’t there some big job starting today?”

“Mmm.” He nips at my skin before soothing the delicious sting with a pass of his expert tongue. “Still don’t care.”

I turn in his arms to look up at him. Even after months of being together, the sight of my Havoc still makes my heart skip a beat, butterflies swarm my belly, and my pussy throb.

With his thick, mussed salt and pepper hair, his gray eyes soft in the morning light, and that scruff that’s just the right amount of rough on my skin…

“You’re a bad influence,” I tell him, grinning like a lovesick fool, and burying myself deeper into his embrace.

His response is a deep, rumbly chuckle, accompanied by more kisses… “You love it.”

He’s right, I do. This whole life - our life - still feels like a dream sometimes. The girl who thought she was broken is now living with a man who makes her feel cherished every minute of every day.

“What time’s your first class today?” Havoc asks against my lips.

“Nine,” I mumble into his mouth as our tongues tangle. Wet, hot, freaking delicious.

“Perfect,” he replies, at the same time playing with my breasts. Cupping, squeezing, pinching, rolling and pulling at my nipples.

I breathe out a ragged laugh that’s laced with a loud moan. “Baby, that’s in less than an hour.”

He lifts his head, grinning. “Let’s ride to campus.”

“On your bike?”

He nods before pulling me back in for more deep, hot, wet kisses.

The idea of showing up on the back of Havoc’s Harley makes me bite my lip like a giddy high schooler with her first crush. My classmates already give me looks when he picks me up in his truck with the huge Savage Kings sticker on the back window.

“Okay,” I agree, completely melting in his arms.

His grin widens, and he squeezes my ass, pressing me into his thick, hard length. “Atta girl.”

I press on his chest, shaking my head with a giggle. “Reed, I need to get ready for class.”

“Go ahead. I’ll make breakfast.”

This is our routine now. Quiet mornings in our fancy kitchen, him cooking while I get ready for school, moving around each other with the ease of two people who’ve found their rhythm.

When I come out dressed in jeans, a sweater, and boots, he’s plating eggs and toast. We eat at the kitchen island, with me on his lap, Havoc telling me about the new job site they’re starting, me venting about one of my professors.

“He still giving you grief about your project?” he asks, frowning, and the low gravel in his voice makes me question mentioning my annoying teacher.

“He doesn’t think my proposal is ‘rigorous enough’. Apparently, wanting to create a mentorship program for foster kids aging out of the system is too ‘personal.’”

Havoc’s jaw ticks. “Too personal? That’s exactly why it matters.”

“That’s what I said. But Dr. Harrison wants statistics and theory, not real-world application.”

“What’s his first name again?” he asks feigned casually.

“Baby…”

“Angel.”

We stare at each each other. Me, trying to keep my composure. Havoc, pining me down with a thick, raised eyebrow.

“Do not go find my professor for a ‘talk’, please.” I make quotation marks with my fingers when I say the word ‘talk’.

His full lips twitch. But he doesn’t say anything, just winks at me. Oh, shit.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, angel.”

“Please. I don’t wanna be that girl. I can deal with things without you having to swoop in every time.”

“I know. But it’s my privilege to be that man for you, angel.”

I snuggle closer, resting my forehead on his. “I love you so, so much.”

He squeezes my hips, his stormy eyes turning soft and warm. “Love you too, sweetheart.” He pulls me in for a delicious kiss, and I start wondering if I really need to go to class today…

Then he’s dropping to his knees, and my brain short-circuits.

One second, I’m trying to finish my breakfast. Next, my giant, obsessive boyfriend is on our heated floor, making quick work of my jeans and panties, then shoving my thighs wide open with his huge, calloused hands like the sight of my pussy is the only thing keeping him breathing.

“Look at this sweet little cunt,” Havoc mutters, his voice gone low and dark. “So fucking pretty. So mine.”

“Daddy,” I whimper, panting. “We’re gonna be late…”

He growls, and the sound does something filthy to my insides. “You think I give a fuck about being late? Your pussy’s dripping, baby. You really think I’m walking away from my number one job?” Oh My God, this man.

His tongue is on me before I can answer. Hot, wet, obscene. He licks up the mess he’s already caused, groaning like he’s starving and I’m the only thing that’ll satisfy him. My hips jerk when he sucks my clit into his mouth without warning.

“Fuck! Daddy!”

“Keep your legs open,” he growls against me, his mouth already moving again. “Wanna feel you come on my tongue before you even think about leaving this house.”

My hands grip the breakfast nook counter behind me, trying to keep from collapsing. He eats me like a man possessed. Messy. Greedy. Unrelenting. And loud. His mouth sounding obscene as he devours me.

I look down and all I see are his broad shoulders wedged between my thighs, his head buried in me like he’s trying to crawl inside my body. The wild hair I love, a mess, and I can feel his scruff dragging over my inner thighs, burning in the best possible way.

“Oh, my God!”

“You close, baby?” he rasps, dragging his tongue over my clit again. “Gonna cream all over Daddy’s face?”

I’m already there. My legs lock around his shoulders, my body shaking, my mouth falling open on a scream I don’t even hear.

It hits me hard and fast, white-hot and endless, like it’s been building since the second he touched me.

He doesn’t stop. Just keeps licking, fucking me with his tongue until I’m begging.

“Too much… Daddy… please!”

He stands, his mouth slick with me, and grabs my jaw.

“Too much?” he growls. “You’re asking me to stop, angel?”

My body’s trembling. “I… no… just… sensitive.”

Havoc grins wickedly, his cock already free from his pants, thick, hard and leaking with delicious-looking precum. I lick my lips, making him chuckle.

“Good,” he says, stepping between my legs.

He doesn’t tease. Just grips my hips, lines himself up, and pushes in one deep, hard, perfect stroke. I scream from how full I feel. How deep he goes instantly, like my body was made for him and only him.

“Fuck,” he groans, buried to the hilt. “Your tight little cunt still squeezes me like a fucking fist.”

My nails dig into his arms. “So big… I forget…”

“You better not, angel,” he growls, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back so deep I feel him in my cervix. “Say it.”

I know what he wants to hear. “Yours,” I gasp, barely able to form words. “All yours.”

He fucks me hard. Rough and deep, his heavy balls slapping against my skin. I’m soaked, stretched, completely wrecked. Every thrust knocking the air out of my lungs, and I fucking love it.

He snarls, “think any of those boys at your school know how to treat a woman?”

“N-no… Daddy… oh God…”

“Damn right they don’t. You don’t belong with boys. You belong here. Legs spread, pussy stuffed full, letting your man breed you cause he fucking owns you.”

My climax hits before I even realize I’m close.

I clamp down around him, screaming his name, my vision whiting out. Havoc lets out a loud growl, but he doesn’t stop. He keeps pounding into me like he’s trying to fuck me through the breakfast booth.

“Gonna fill you up,” he grunts, slamming deep. “Wanna know my cum’s dripping out of this sweet cunt all day.”

“Yes… please!”

He grits his teeth, thrusts once, twice more, and then roars.

He empties himself inside me with his face buried in my neck, holding me like I might vanish.

Hot spurts of cum flooding my pussy, and I swear I can feel every drop.

And when it’s over, he doesn’t pull out.

He stays buried deep inside me just the way I like, breathing hard against my shoulder, his large, warm hand stroking down my back.

“I fuckin’ love you, angel,” he says in a raw voice. “You know that?”

I nod, my eyes stinging with tears of happiness, my heart thudding like crazy.

“I know., Daddy”

He pulls back just enough to look at me, his thumb brushing my swollen lower lip.

“I love you,” I whisper. “So much.”

His kiss after that is soft. Still hungry, but different. Reverent.

I’m gonna be so late for class. Worth it.

After a while, Havoc slaps my ass, making me jump. “Time to move, angel. This degree is not gonna earn itself.”

I laugh, shaking my head.

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