Her Biker Daddy

Chapter 4

Everly

T he flash of pain was nothing compared to the depth of the heat that erupted inside me. I swear I thought it was going to make me combust into flames it went so deep, and then it triggered the most intense orgasm I’ve ever imagined having.

I’ve given myself some little ones by rubbing my clit or g-spot with a vibrator, my fingers alone could never get me there but oh god, Tate’s fingers and mouth were amazing. It doesn’t really compare though to the feel of his thick, heavy cock inside me, and I cling to his shoulders when I finally come down from the intense high he sent me to. “Daddy…”

“You feel so fucking perfect wrapped around my cock, baby girl. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to leave it,” he groans, his body shaking as he keeps his weight from falling entirely onto me. “Tell daddy you’re okay, that I didn’t hurt you too badly.”

“You didn’t hurt me at all, daddy,” I promise meeting his gaze, and the relief there makes me smile as my hands slide around his neck, teasing the bottom of it. “You made me feel so good and now, I want to make daddy feel just as good, to make you come too. Teach me how to make you come, please, daddy.”

“Fuck baby,” he growls, his lips claiming mine and I can barely breathe as his tongue invades my mouth just as deeply as his cock invaded my pussy. Both feel incredible, but I want his cock moving the way his tongue does, and I lift my hips, trying to entice him to take it—me—fully.

“Daddy,” I plead when he lifts his head, his eyes dark shimmering orbs of near black rather than blue, but I love the look in them.

“Do you think you didn’t already make daddy come harder than he ever has before, pretty girl?” he asks, smiling at me, and my eyes widen a bit, staring at him in hope. “You did so fucking good taking me—all of me,” he adds with a grunt as he lifts his hips, and I can feel his balls press up against my body, making me shiver. “Your tight little pussy took every inch of me like it’s been waiting all your life just to do that one thing, baby, and it made me come so damn hard and fast. I tried to hold off, but then you came on my cock and drained every drop you could get.”

“Did I really?” I ask, smiling, but it fades as a deep shiver slips through me when he pulls out of me and lifts up, showing off his hard, throbbing cock that’s shiny and wet, with little streaks of pink on it.

He moves up, coming up over my chest, his eyes glittering with a sexy smirk on his lips that makes me shiver again stating, “Why don’t you give it a little taste and see for yourself. See if you can taste more than just your pussy on it.”

My face heats a bit, and his eyes simply glitter more, his smirk deepening, and I moan when he teases my lips with the head of his cock. “Fuck…I knew you’d tasted how good your pussy was before. Did you imagine it was daddy licking your fingers clean after making you come for me?”

“Yes,” I moan, and it deepens when he pushes the head of his cock between my lips.

“Give it a nice long lick, baby girl. See just how good you did becoming mine, and then I’ll show you just how many times I can make you feel good before I teach you how to make daddy come,” he urges, and I don’t hesitate. My tongue snakes out, licking as much of his length as I can get as he eases into my mouth. There’s a flavor on his skin that’s definitely different than whenever I’ve licked my fingers clean and while it’s a bit tart and salty, I like it. I lick and suck as much as I can of him until he pulls back with a grunt, a little stream of cum landing on my tongue and I grin as he groans, another stream landing on my breasts as he grips his dick hard.

“Fuck, I’ve got to come again,” he grunts, moving down my body and my thighs falls open letting him in without hesitation. “Yes, that’s my good girl, taking daddy’s cock without complaint,” he moans, his hands gripping my hips tight before he thrusts hard, filling me fully once more.

“Oh daddy, you feel so good inside me,” I cry, his cock filling every last inch of me, but I still want him deeper. My hips lift into his thrust and there’s the tiniest hint of pain that hits but it’s not a pain that feels bad. I’ve always enjoyed pinching myself or snapping a rubber band or hair tie around my wrist, and it feels like one of those types of pain, which just makes me do it again, moaning as my body quakes when Tate’s hands grip me tighter.

“Easy baby, daddy can’t go hard when I’m this deep without hurting you,” he warns, and I smile gripping his hair with a hand as my other holds onto his shoulder.

“I like it daddy,” I promise him, letting out a gasp when his eyes glitter even darker, and before I can even let out a moan, he’s pulled out of me and flipped me onto my belly.

His teeth sink into my ass as he lifts my hips up off the bed, and I let out a giggle, pressing back into his face, a wave a pleasure sliding all through my body. Another flies through me when his hand comes down on the spot he bit, stinging a bit, and my head turns, finding his gaze as I moan. “Please daddy…don’t stop.”

“Fucking hell, baby girl, you’re so fucking perfect,” he growls before his hand lands on my ass again, and my neck arches up as I feel it all throughout me. “Spread your legs wider, let daddy in,” he adds, moving up behind me, and I don’t begin to argue. His cock fills me hard and fast, his hands gripping my hips tight and I can’t help but moan and cry out with every incredible little blip of pain as he fills me deeper and harder.

“Daddy,” I cry teetering on the ledge, and I’m toppled over it when his fingers leave my hip and slide down to my clit, rubbing it hard and fast.

“That’s it, baby girl, take it. Come for daddy,” he urges, and I come over and over as he keeps going harder at me, my body tightening entirely, buzzing as I try to breathe through them. “You’re so fucking pretty when you come, baby. Give me another, baby girl. Show daddy how pretty you are when you come,” he commands, his tone bringing my gaze back to his, and I shake beneath him, so close to something I can’t describe.

“Please daddy, help me. Make me come for you,” I beg, bringing a growling moan to his lips. He thrusts harder into me, his fingers on my clit giving it a hard pinch, but it’s the combination of all of that along with the hand he wraps around my throat that makes me teeter.

Then slip over as his lips hover over my ear, “Come right now, be daddy’s perfect little slut and come right…now!”

Everything goes white as his hand tightens on my throat, and his moan is the only thing I hear as I feel that same heat deep inside my pussy. His other hand grips my pussy hard around where he’s buried inside me, and I rest in his hands just like that for the longest time, until I come down. His body shivers against mine, and I sink entirely into his hands as things begin to come back into focus. We’re both laying on the bed on our sides, and I lift a hand up to the one he has wrapped around my neck, joining my fingers with his.

“Shh, I’ve got you, baby girl, daddy’s got you,” he’s whispering to me, and I realize it’s because of the noises that are still coming from me as my pussy spasms around him.

They both fade little by little, until I can breathe normally, and I moan when he starts to pull away from me. “I’m not going anywhere, Everly. I just need to see you, see your face and your pretty eyes.”

He pulls out of me, and I hate the loss of it. The little blip of pain as he left me wasn’t enough to stop me from rubbing against his semi-hard cock when we’re laying face-to-face, one of his hands wrapped around my waist, while the other strokes my cheek. “Everly…”

“Please daddy, I need to feel like you’re still part of me,” I plead, and he shifts enough so together we can become one again.

“There’s no need to ask if you enjoyed it I can tell,” he teases and my cheeks heat a hint, but I can’t help but smile. “I’ve never had anyone come that long, you worried me there for a few moments.”

“Why?” I ask lifting my leg over his so I can get closer to him, and a smile hits when his cock hardens further, filling me more.

“Orgasms can cause blood pressure spikes, I swore I didn’t tighten my hold on your neck too much to cut off your air supply, but the way you were breathing and crying out…I didn’t realize it was just you coming again until you clamped down on my dick the way you did,” he answers me and I giggle a bit at the way his dick moves inside me, as though in response of the memory. “I need you to tell me if I was too deep and too hard though, baby. I know a pussy a can take a beating, especially when it’s a pleasurable one, but there’s a line between that and potential injury, and with my dick as hard as I was…”

“I’m sure any real damage would require something more severe being introduced down there,” I tease him, hating the worry in his eyes. “You filled me up and made it feel so good, daddy. It didn’t hurt in a bad way even when it did hurt.”

“I can’t wait to see just how much you like a little bit of pain, baby girl, but right now, daddy’s going to love you so you know that’s not the only way I want you,” he whispers against my lips, and I don’t begin to complain when he rolls me onto my back and takes me slowly. His lips are on me somewhere as I come again, and I sob out his name as I go over once more, feeling him follow right behind me.

My eyes grow heavy and I’m almost out when Tate pulls away and I moan, reaching out for him. “I’ll be right back, baby. Daddy needs to clean you up before you sleep.”

“We already took a shower,” I murmur and a soft kiss flutters against my closed eyes.

“I know, just rest, baby girl,” he whispers in return. I try to open my eyes, but I can’t, and I smile a hint when the bed dips. A little sigh slips out of me as something warm and wet slides between my legs. It’s too rough and large to be a tongue and I inch an eye open, seeing Tate kneeling over me, a washcloth in his hand as he runs it over my pussy.

“Daddy…”

“Shh, just cleaning you up so you don’t get sick,” he says, using the backside of the washcloth to run over his soft, but still quite evident dick. He tosses it aside then crawls back up to me, kissing my eye closed again.

“Why would I get sick from sex?” I ask as he holds me close, my head settling onto his chest. “You wouldn’t risk me catching something if you…”

“I’m clean, baby girl,” he says as his fingers run through my hair, untangling it. “I haven’t been with anyone in years. Couldn’t stand the club girls so never took any of them. Didn’t want anyone until I saw you. Sex is messy though, bodily fluids and sweat can cause germs to migrate, and that can cause UTIs and if those aren’t caught, they can turn into kidney infections. I’d never chance you getting sick, so daddy will make sure to clean you up if you’re too exhausted to move whenever necessary.”

“Mmm,” I sigh, falling deep into the darkness, a smile on my lips.

It’s still there when I wake in the morning, finding Tate’s eyes on me, a softness in them I can’t begin to describe as anything other than as love, as he watches me. “Morning.”

“Morning baby,” he says, his voice husky as his hand cups my face. “You are so gorgeous, do you know that, baby?”

“I’m not, but you make me feel it,” I return, smiling even more when he gives me a kiss that wakes every bit of my body, bringing me right back to last night’s desperation to have him. I give his shoulder a little push, knowing that he lays back more on his own than from my push, but I slip over his hips, reaching down for his thickness that’s at least ten inches.

“Everly…”

“I can’t wait, daddy,” I whine, loving the smile that slips onto his lips, and he doesn’t stop me, rather helps me slide down his length as his hands come down to my hips.

“Fuck you feel so good, baby. I love that you need my cock so much,” he adds, and I follow his hands as he moves me back and forth on his hardness. My hands rest on his chest, and I lift up as I move forward, then sink onto him as I go back, making his hands tighten on me, which just makes it better.

“I love you, daddy. That’s why I can’t wait. Why I need you so much.”

“I love you too, baby girl. You’re so damn perfect, I hate that I waited so long now,” he groans, and I move faster, the little flickers of pain only urging me on, making my need grow, and I know he’s the only one that I could possibly feel comfortable enough to do this with, to ask this of.

“Daddy, make it hurt, please,” I beg as I teeter on the edge, feeling the tiniest orgasm like that I’d give myself hit when I rub my clit right against his cock, but nothing deeper like last night. I need more of that, and the way his eyes darken makes me shiver in the best way.

“Little hurt or big hurt?” he asks, pinching one of my nipples when he asks about little, then giving the other a twist when he asks about big.

“Big…oh yes, daddy, big,” I cry, breaking as he gives them both twists, with little tugs as well. I don’t want it to stop, and his thickness just grows inside me, and I move faster as I push through it.

“Shit baby, you make me forget I’ve only had you one night when I see you like this,” he groans, his hand catching the back of my neck, pulling me down towards him, making my movements stop and I whimper when he pulls me off his cock. He gives me a long, hot kiss as his fingers tease me, fucking my pussy hard and fast, making me come while his hand on my neck holds me still.

“Daddy…yes, oh fuck yes,” I cry as he pushes me towards another one. A scream bubbles up when he lands a smack on my pussy, and it continues when he fills me hard and fast, his hand still holding the back of my neck keeping me still. His other holds me around the waist as he lays back, his eyes holding mine, and I scream louder when his hips thrust up, hard and fast in a pounding repetition that I can’t move away from.

Not that I want to move away from it. It’s intensity makes my eyes roll upwards, my body shaking from head to toe. I snap when his hands move up, giving my nipples twists, and I collapse onto him, feeling him fill me with his thick, hot cum. “Daddy!”

“There’s my good girl,” he teases when my eyes finally open, and I can lift my head off his chest. “Come on, daddy needs to clean you up and get you something to eat. You didn’t have anything at work last night, did you, Everly?” he adds when my stomach growls and I blush a hint. “I knew you needed daddy to take care of you. This just proves it even more.”

“I do need you daddy,” I agree, using the clip to keep my hair up so it doesn’t get wet when he turns on the shower.

“Ahh, here, try this,” Tate says, grabbing out a thick shower bonnet that makes me fall even deeper for him. “I know you don’t wash your hair every day. It dries it out too much.”

“How?” I ask when the water is cascading over us, and his hands are washing me in the most delightful ways.

“I overheard you talking to a mom in the diner one day. Her daughter had curls that were really frizzy,” he says, and I grin recalling the conversation now.

“Her daughter looked like she was going to cry when I said I didn’t wash mine daily. She loved baths and showers.”

“And you told her to buy a shower cap to wear on non-wash days. That her curls needed moisture but not constant washing most likely,” he finishes, and I grin, sinking into his sweet kiss that shouldn’t arouse me so much, but it does. Everything about him arouses me, and now, I get to indulge in it.

“Mmm,” I sigh as he wraps me in a towel. “I love you, Tate.”

“I love you too, baby. Fuck, you make me want to be a good man and a total beast at the same time.”

“I like that. Want that too,” I admit, seeing his brow lift a bit in response. “I love how sweet you can be with me, but I also love how ruthless you were last night as well. It turned me on knowing what you did with those cops, and that guy downstairs…if Meyer hadn’t urged me to stop you, I probably wouldn’t have. Does that make you love me less, want me less?” I ask, smiling at the fury that invades his gaze.

“No, it makes me want to do whatever I have to in order to see that you have everything you want or need. Makes me love you more to know that you can handle the darkness that surrounds us, and that you want my hands on you even knowing I’ve ended lives. More than just those last night, baby,” he warns, and I nod, holding onto his waist as his hand unclips my hair. His eyes watching as the curls bounce while they slide over my shoulders and against the tops of my breasts.

“Hinton?” I guess, making his brow lift my way. “Everyone in town knows he and a handful of others just disappeared. Some say that they were caught elsewhere, and you all just didn’t say anything on it because you don’t want it coming back on you here. Others figure they’re dead since you showed up in town one day with the President patch on your cut. They figured another club took them out since there wasn’t any fighting amongst the club members.”

“Yeah, he’s dead. I put my knife in him when he wanted to start running people. To him it didn’t matter how old they weren’t. He wanted to sell them for his own amusement and to line his pocket. Like I said last night, I don’t play with kids and anyone that does is going to disappear. The others that vanished went the same way as him when they tried to jump me for killing the bastard. They were dumped in the woods. By now, what was left of them is scattered all throughout them.”

“See…sweet, even if you were a dark beast,” I muse making his brow lift my way again. “You care about people. Yeah, you may do things that would get you put in jail in most towns, but this place isn’t like that. The ‘good guys’ are really bad, so the ‘bad guys’ have to be worse, to take them on. I mean, this place is a good example of it. The commissioner stole the money that was meant to turn this place into a school for kids. Good guys wouldn’t do that. The mayor uses the town’s funds to pay for hookers to bribe the judges, so they overlook the illegal shit the police do. I wouldn’t be surprised if he told his favorites on the force that he’d protect them if they got me out of the way by any means necessary and that’s why…” I stop realizing what I almost said but it’s too late and Tate’s brow lifts my way.

“That’s why what, baby?” he questions.

“That’s why the cops that come into the diner think they can try to cop a feel under my skirt. Why they harass me when I’m just shopping in town. Why I’d get in trouble for defending myself against their kids in school, but they never would even get a detention when one of them pushed me down the steps in front of the principal, who’s another of the mayor’s buddies.”

“They’ve been putting their hands on you all this time?” he demands, and I wince at the volume of his voice. “Shit, I’m sorry, baby girl. I’m not mad at you. I’m mad that they thought they could go near you when it’s so fucking clear that you’re at least protected by the club.”

“What do you mean by that?” I ask curiously, enjoying the depth of his fury, even if not the loudness of it.

“I’m in the diner every morning you work. In it more than not when you’re on the other shifts, but only if you’re there. I always sit in your section, tell them I want you to wait on me even if your section was full. That kind of thing gets around, especially when I never went in that place except for the odd meal until you started working there. Cops hit it up regularly, but never while I’m there, because they know if I saw them try anything with you, I’d end them. Which is why what those two tried to do last night pissed me off even more. Why I couldn’t let them live,” he adds, and I sink into his hold, sighing happily when his arms constrict around me. “Why would he risk anything coming back on him, or force him to turn in favors if something happened to you, Everly?”

“Because I’m older than his legitimate kids,” I explain but his brow just lifts at me, and I let out a sigh. “My mother told me that she let herself get pregnant with me even though he was married because she learnt that his parents’ will, left controlling shares of the family business to his eldest blood child. I guess his wife had issues conceiving and that’s what took them so long to have their twins, so my mom figured she’d get there first. His parents apparently didn’t want him in charge because of his aspirations with politics, but they also didn’t want to leave the company to someone that’s not blood related. They were against adoption, which is why they did IVF then.

“He gave my mom some money when she refused to have an abortion, swore he’d give her more to keep her mouth shut about me, but that apparently only lasted until I was little. She went through all of the money by the time I was two and when she went back to him for more, his wife was pregnant with the twins, and he had something on her that kept her quiet. I don’t know what. Honestly, nothing would really surprise me about her. She turned to guy after guy to pay our rent, and I think she was still hoping to somehow get me to be acknowledged as his biological child to take the company, which is some of why she kept me close until I was eighteen.”

“The boyfriend—who’s a dead man if I find him—came along and gave her a momentary option for a different sort of payoff, but when he went away, she was left with just naming the mayor as your ‘father’.”

“Yeah, whatever he has on her has kept her from pushing it, but now that the twins are getting closer to being eighteen, I worry what she’ll do.” Tate’s hands slide up and down my back, his lips pressing soft kisses to my face, and I smile knowing I’m safe here with him.

“If he comes near you or sends anyone after you, I’ll kill them all. I don’t give a shit what he has on your mother. If it’s true that you can take his moneymaker away from him…weaken him and the cops in this town just by having a blood test prove you’re his, I’m all for it. I’ll keep you safe, baby. The club will keep you safe, I swear.”

“I don’t want his money, don’t want my mother to have it either, but I wouldn’t mind making him miserable. Him, his bitch of a wife, and his shitass kids,” I grumble, and the look Tate gives me has me spilling the rest. “She knows I’m his. I was thirteen when their son groped me. He was like ten and a half and knew what it meant. Laughed in my face when he said he could do whatever he wanted to me, and no one would stop him because of who his father was. I kicked him in the balls and told him if he tried it with me, I’d tell the entire town just how sick he was for trying to grope or do worse his own sister. He said he’d never touch her, and that’s when I told him I meant me. She showed up the next day at the school, smacked me, demanding to know how dare I tell her son something that adult. I just laughed at her, asking how dare they teach their shitty son to know what it meant to grope and rape girls at ten.”

“And their daughter?” he asks lifting my chin his way with the gentlest touch.

“Took a picture of me in my bra and underwear in the locker room when I was in eighth grade. I was rounder then, hadn’t grown as much in the boobs or hips yet so the weight was more evident. She emailed the picture to the entire school directory. I got in trouble for it, ended up being suspended for two weeks somehow for simply changing in the locker room after gym class, while she wasn’t even given a detention. I knew then that no matter what I’d never be treated fairly. That this whole town was under their thumb and the police were corrupt, and all I wanted was to get out of here as fast as possible. Until I met you, and then I just wanted you to come and get me. To take me with you and love me.”

“For daddy to rescue his little girl and keep her safe for the rest of her life?”

“Yeah, and then last night…when I was so scared of what might happen…” My voice breaks and I shut my eyes tight against the tears that filled them, leaning into his hand when he cups my face so gently I feel it all the way in my soul.

“Shh, baby, it’s okay, daddy found you and he’s never letting you go now. If I’d had any idea I’d have brought you home with me last year, but no one is ever going to get close enough to hurt you again, I promise,” he whispers, kissing my tears away, and I sink into his hold, until my stomach growls again, reminding him I haven’t eaten.

He carries me back into the bedroom, moving to his dresser and I watch as he takes out a pair of sweatpants, glancing back at me with a frown. “I should have bought you clothes to have, but my damn brain only thought of what I wanted to see you in.”

“Meaning?” I ask, as he comes back towards me with the pants.

“Meaning those knee high socks and little nighties I want to fuck you good and hard while you’re in them.”

“Those aren’t going to fit me. You’re narrower in the waist and hips than I am,” I warn when he holds them up for me to try and slip into. “Not to mention they’ll be ten times too long for me. Did they bring my car here?”

“I told them to, so yeah, it should be here.”

“I keep a bag of clothes in the backseat just in case I need to change after work. It should have something I can fit in for now,” I explain, and he nods, leaning down to give me a kiss before he grabs his clothes and covers his sexy body from my gaze.

“I’ll let you undress me later if you want, baby girl. For now, daddy needs to take care of his girl, starting with something to wear and eat. We’ll go from there and see where we end up tonight,” he adds, and I smile enjoying the kiss he gives me before he heads out the door, and I lay back on the bed, my body tingling in reminded bliss.