Page 8 of Big, Bad Biker Daddy

CHAPTER EIGHT

Eric

As much as I hated myself for asking her too soon to let me have her, I was amazed to learn that, not only would I be her first, she actually wanted me to be her first. Having been with women before, I couldn't think of a single time that I had been someone's first. It was more pressure than I had realized, and I had a hard time determining if it was worth the risk.

As soon as we got back to the compound, I led her inside, and she followed me silently all the way up to my room. It wasn't anything special, but it was my own space. As soon as we arrived, I closed and locked the door.

"Are you sure you're ready for this?" I asked, wanting to make sure she hadn't changed her mind. "There's nothing wrong with changing your mind if you don't think you're ready." She smiled sweetly as she stood in the middle of my room, watching me closely.

"I'm sure," she said as I closed the distance between us, my body aching for hers. When I wrapped my arms around her, she continued. "Just please be gentle with me."

"I will," I said. "But, I want you to do something for me."

"What is it?" she asked. Taking a deep breath, I continued.

"I want you to call me Daddy and act like a little girl," I said. After a moment, she smiled.

"Yes, Daddy," she said, her voice a little high pitched. "Of course, I'll be your little girl." Groaning, I pulled her closer to me and pressed my lips to hers.

Her lips were warm and wet, and they felt as though they were made of silk or velvet. Even though I had promised I was going to be gentle, my body was already attempting to rebel as I stopped hugging her. My hands made their way up to her luscious breasts, giving them a gentle squeeze. Delving my tongue into her mouth, I tasted her and felt my arousal grow. She tasted like peppermint, strange since I didn't recall her having any.

Since she had yet to stop me, I started to lift her shirt, exposing the rest of her curvy body. Her skin was silky and smooth, and she looked pale in the light of the lamp. My hands struggled to find the clasps of the lacy black bra she was wearing, so it took me a while, but, once I had undone her bra, I let it drop to the floor.

Her nipples rose to my touch as I grazed the skin of her breast with my hand, and I took one breast in my massive hand and, kneading it as my thumb and forefinger gently pinched the nipple, making her cry out as her entire body bucked toward me. I released her and looked at her.

“I didn’t go too hard, did I?” I asked, worried that I had hurt her.

“No,” she breathed. “Keep playing with me, please.” Rather than taking her breast in my hand again, I shook my head.

"Strip down for Daddy," I commanded, and she nodded as she started to undress, exposing more of her naked body to me. As soon as she was fully undressed, I nodded toward the bed, my eyes eating up her naked body. "Lay down. I want to try something first."

As soon as she laid down on the bed before me, I removed my shirt and started toward her, craving the way her tiny body would feel at my mercy. Positioning myself between her legs, I dipped my head down and kissed the valley between her breasts. Her moans made me crave more, and I stuck out my tongue, trailing it down her body teasingly as I made my way down to the lower regions of her body. Dipping my head between her legs, I tickled her clit with my tongue, and she cried out as she attempted to pull away from me.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked. She shook her head, her eyes half closed as she arched her back upward, offering herself to me like a sacrifice.

"No," she said, her voice barely audible. "I just want you inside me." S

“I’m not ready for that yet,” I said as I shook my head. “Trust me, you’ll enjoy this.” Reluctantly, she nodded, and I lowered my head back down toward her sex.

Deciding to take a different approach, I rubbed my thumb against her clit as I delved my tongue into the opening of her sex, tasting her sweet juices. She cried out again, but, this time, she didn’t pull away from my touch. Considering this a win, I continued, letting her writhe against me as I tasted her. She laced her fingers through my hair and cried out just as a fresh source of wetness splashed against my mouth.

“Did you enjoy that?" I asked as I wiped the excess from my mouth.

“Yes,” she said, gasping for air as she struggled to sound audible. I chuckled as I started to get up.

“Do you still want more?” I asked as I stared down at her, loving how vulnerable she looked as she lay beneath me.

“Yes,” she whimpered, already attempting to hook her legs around me. Freeing myself from her grasp, I rose to my feet, and she peeked up at me through half closed eyes. "Please, Daddy. I need you." I laughed and shook my head.

"Give it a second," I said. "I want to do something first."