Page 4 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

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Havoc

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.

The taste of her is still on my tongue, sweet and completely addictive. I need more. Need to spread my angel out on my bed and feast on her until she’s sobbing my name. Want to work her open with my tongue and fingers until she can take every goddamn inch of my cock.

But sending her away was the right call, even if it nearly killed me. She’s not ready for what I want to do to her.

The thought of my angel on her knees, with her full lips wrapped around my big dick while she looks up at me with her innocent eyes… Christ. My cock throbs against my jeans, hard as steel and aching.

“Fuck,” I growl, heading straight for my bedroom and slamming the door behind me.

I’m out of my jeans before I even reach the bed, cock springing free, thick and leaking. I need relief before I do something stupid like kick down her door and finish what we started.

I wrap my fist around my shaft and start stroking, hard and fast. All I can think about is Tyra coming on my fingers, the way she clenched around me, how fucking wet she was for me.

“That’s it, baby,” I growl under my breath, imagining it’s her tight pussy instead of my hand. “Take Daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

The fantasy builds, Tyra on her back, with her long, thick legs spread wide, whimpering, begging me to fuck her. Her big tits bouncing as I pound into her, her nails clawing at my back while she screams my name.

I come hard, all over my tight fist, letting out a groan with everything I’ve kept bottled up. But it’s not enough. Won’t be enough until I’m buried balls deep inside my angel’s sweet little virgin cunt.

I clean myself and lie back on my bed, cock still half-hard thinking about her. She’s probably lying in that guest bed right now, still hot from what I did to her, maybe touching herself and thinking about my hands.

Good. I want her fucking desperate.

That asshole ex of hers really did a number on her confidence, made her think she was broken.

Gonna enjoy proving him wrong. Gonna show her exactly how fucking sexy she is, how perfect her body is, how much pleasure I can give her.

How much she can turn on a real man and fulfill his every fucking need.

She’s gonna forget that piece of trash ever even existed.

And by the time the storm clears, my girl will be mine. Body, mind, and soul.