Page 6 of Her Daddy Biker (Savage Kings MC #12)

Six

Havoc

Watching Tyra eat breakfast while trying not to squirm on her stool is the fucking cutest thing ever. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when I really get my hands on her.

She finishes the food I made her like a good girl, sneaking glances at me when she thinks I’m not looking. Every time our eyes meet, she gets that deer—caught-in-headlights look that makes my cock twitch.

“More coffee?” I ask, reaching for the pot.

“Yes, please.” She holds out her mug, and when I pour and our fingers brush, she nearly drops the damn thing.

My angel.

“Storm’s still going strong,” I say, looking out the windows. Snow’s piling up against the glass, wind howling through the trees.

“How long do you think it’ll last?”

“Day or two at least. Maybe more.” I settle back in my chair, studying her face. “Hope you’re not getting cabin fever already.”

She laughs nervously. “No, it’s fine. I love it here.” She fidgets like she revealed something she shouldn’t have.

“Good. Because we have time to kill, and I got plans for us.”

Her eyes go wide. “What kind of plans?”

“The kind that involves getting you a lot more comfortable with me. With this.” I gesture between us. “Last night was just the beginning, angel.”

She shifts in her seat, and I can practically smell her arousal from here. Fuck, she gets wet so easily for me. Gonna be addictive having a woman this responsive.

“I should probably shower,” she says, clearly trying to change the subject.

“Use my bathroom; it’s bigger than the one in the guest room.” I lean back, letting my eyes rake over her body.

“Your bathroom?”

“In the master suite. Down the hall, last door.” I grin at her obvious nervousness. “Don’t worry, I’ll be a gentleman and stay out here.”

For now.

Tyra nods and practically runs to the hallway, her breakfast forgotten. I watch her go, appreciating the view of her juicy ass in her tight jeans. Once I hear the bathroom door close, I start planning.

My angel needs to be eased into us. She’s eager, Christ, is she eager, but she’s also scared and inexperienced. I got you, baby.

The shower starts running, and I have to adjust myself thinking about her naked in my bathroom, hot water running over her curves. Her skin, slick and calling for my touch.

Fuck.

The shower’s been running for ten minutes when I decide she’s had enough alone time. I head down the hall and knock on my bathroom door.

Don’t want her to start overthinking us.

“Angel? You okay in there?”

“I’m fine!” she calls back in a startled voice that sounds higher than normal. “Just finishing up!”

“Take your time, sweetheart.”

“Okay, thanks!”

The water shuts off a few minutes later. The bathroom door cracks open, and Tyra peeks out.

“Reed?” she calls. “Can I have a towel?”

“On the bed, angel.”

I hear her curse softly under her breath, then the sound of bare feet as she makes a run for the bedroom. But not before I catch a glimpse of glistening skin, thick thighs and ass, full tits, and a plump, shaved pussy that make my mouth water.

Fucking perfect.

A few minutes later she emerges fully dressed, hair damp. I’m sure, wondering if I might have seen her naked sprinting from the bathroom back to my room.

“Feel better?” I ask.

“Much, thanks.” She settles on my huge, cushy, cream leather sectional, keeping her distance. “Your shower is amazing.”

“Glad you enjoyed it, angel.” I move to the armchair across from her. “What do you usually do on lazy mornings?”

“Um, homework mostly. Or catch up on my shows.” She tucks her feet under her. “What about you?”

“Haven’t had those in years, angel.” I lean back, studying her. “But I figure I could focus on more… immediate concerns.”

The way I say it makes her breath catch. I hold back a smirk.

“Like what?”

“Like getting to know my angel better.” I let my eyes drift over her slowly. “Learning what she likes. What she needs. What makes her feel good.”

Tyra’s gripping the arm of the couch. “Havoc…”

“What, baby? You don’t want me to get to know you?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Then what did you mean?”

She opens her mouth, closes it, clearly flustered. I love watching her scramble when I push her buttons.

“I don’t know,” she finally admits.

“That’s okay. You don’t have to know anything. Just gotta trust me.” I stand, and her eyes follow. “Come here.”

“Why?”

“Cause I want you to.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she uncurls from the couch and walks over to me. Good girl. She’s learning.

When she’s close enough to touch, I reach out and tuck a strand of damp hair behind her ear. She shivers at the contact.

“You smell good,” I murmur against the soft skin of her cheek. “Like me.”

“I borrowed your soap. I hope that’s okay.”

“More than okay, angel. I like you smelling like me.” My thumb traces along her jawline. “Means you’re mine.”

“I’m not…”

“Not what? Not mine?” I growl, stepping closer, close enough that she has to tilt her head back to meet my eyes. “Angel, your body already knows.”

“My body doesn’t know what’s best for me.”

“Your body knows what it wants. What it needs. It’s your brain that’s the problem.” I slide my hand into her hair. “Too much thinking.”

“I can’t just turn off my brain.”

“Did it last night when you came all over my fingers.” Her eyes go wide, but she doesn’t pull away. “Gonna teach you how to do it again. Right fucking now,” I rasp out, and crush my mouth to hers.

This kiss is nothing like last night’s exploratory one; this is pure claiming.

I devour her mouth, my tongue sliding deep, tasting every inch as she whimpers under me.

My teeth catch her plump bottom lip, biting just hard enough to make her gasp, then I soothe it with my tongue.

She tastes like fresh mint and something uniquely her, and I can’t fucking get enough.

Tyra’s hands fist in my shirt; and she holds on tight while I fucking own her mouth. This sweet, soft, delicious little mouth is mine now, just like the rest of my angel.

When I finally break away, we’re both breathing hard, her lips swollen and slick.

“Been thinking about this all morning,” I tell her, backing her against the wall with my body. “About getting my hands on you again. About making you fall apart for me again.”

“Hav..…”

“Strip,” I command in a voice that’s rough with need. “Everything off. Now.”

Her eyes go wide, but her body’s already obeying. Such a good fucking girl for her daddy. Tyra pulls her sweater over her head with shaking hands, and, fuck me, she’s not wearing a bra. Her gorgeous tits spill free, full and heavy, dark nipples already peaked and begging for my mouth.

“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out raggedly, reaching out to cup the fat globes. They fit perfectly in my big hands, warm and soft. “Look at these perfect fucking tits. Been thinking about sucking on your nipples since yesterday.”

I roll the hardened points between my fingers, tugging and pinching until she’s arching into my touch, little gasps escaping her delicious lips.

“You like that? You like Daddy playing with your tits angel?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she moans, her head falling back against the wall.

“Good girl.” I lean and take one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking until she cries out. The taste of her skin is addictive, clean and sweet. I lick, suck and bite at her tender flesh until she’s writhing against the wall, her hands tangled in my hair.

“Get the rest off,” I order gruffly against her breast, then switch to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment. “Wanna see all of you.”

She fumbles with her jeans, pushing them down along with her panties in one desperate move. When she kicks them away, I step back to take her in.

Fuck. She’s even more beautiful than I imagined. Smooth skin, full curves, thick thighs that I want wrapped around my waist. And that sweet, fat pussy, already glistening with arousal, lips swollen and ready for me.

“Fucking perfect,” I rasp out, working my belt open with rough hands. “Wanna see what you do to me, angel?”

I free my cock, and her eyes go huge at the sight of me. I’m thick, long, hard and leaking, bigger than anything she’s probably seen before. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, and I nearly come right then and there.

“I can’t… that won’t fit…” she stammers, staring at my dick like it might bite her.

“It will. But not today.” I grip her hips in my hands, fingers digging into her soft flesh as I lift her. “Today I’m just gonna make you come all over my cock.”

I press her back against the wall, her legs wrapping around my waist automatically. My shaft slides through her wet folds, and we both groan at the contact. She’s so fucking slick, coating me in her arousal, and I’m hard as granite against her soft flesh.

“Hold on to me, angel,” I command, and she wraps her arms around my neck, pressing her perfect tits against my chest.

I start moving, slow at first, letting her get used to the feel of my cock sliding through her wet, hot cunt. Every stroke hits her clit, making her jolt and whimper in my arms. Her pussy lips part around my shaft, slick, warm, plump, her hands gripping me like she never wants to let go.

“Oh God,” she breathes, grinding against me instinctively. “Daddy, that feels…”

“Feels good, angel? You like feeling Daddy’s big dick rubbing against your swollen little clit?

” I thrust harder, my shaft sliding from her entrance up to her bundle of nerves and back down, gathering more of her cream with every movement.

“You’re so fucking wet for me, angel. Dripping all over my balls. ”

She’s making desperate little sounds now, her head thrown back, completely lost in sensation. Her generous hips move with mine, seeking friction, chasing her pleasure.

“That’s it, angel,” I growl in her ear, biting her neck hard enough to leave a mark. “Ride Daddy’s cock. Use me to get yourself off.”

“I can’t… it’s too much…” my girl gasps, but her body betrays her words, grinding harder against me.