Page 9 of Sold to the Biker
“D-daddy?” she repeats shakily, glancing over at me with a worried look. “Did I–”
The words die in her throat as I bend her over. She grips the sofa arm, her shirt riding up, baring her smooth luscious ass to my hungry gaze. I run my palm slowly across her ass cheeks, feeling its warmth and softness. “Call me Daddy, Leah.”
“Daddy…”
I raise my arm and bring my hand down sharply on her right cheek. “Again.”
“Daddy!” She gasps, her body quivering slightly.
I can smell her arousal and it's driving me crazy.
The thought of driving my cock between those red hot ass cheeks and fucking her senseless is almost overwhelming but I grind my teeth against the bestial lust. I bring my palm against her flesh again, harder this time, extracting a loud cry from her. I pick up the pace, spanking her several times in quick succession, my dick hardening with each one.
"So, little miss sunshine, will you ever challenge Daddy again?"
"N-no."
"No, what?"
"No, Daddy."
“Louder!”
She groans again as my palm hits her bottom for the sixth time.
“No, Daddy!” She cries, falling forward against the sofa as another tremor rocks her body.
"That's my good girl," I mutter, gently running my palm over her reddening cheeks. "Now, get on the couch on your hands and knees."
She does as l ask, and I quickly unbuckle my belt, watching her intently the whole time. "Open your legs a bit more. I want to see all of you," I say, kicking off my pants. I climb onto the couch on my knees and reach down between her thighs, where her glistening cunt is waiting for me. I slip a finger into her slit. “My God, Leah. You're soaking. I see that spanking agrees with you.”
I push a second finger inside her, and she rewards me with another breathless moan. I find her clit with my other hand and start to massage it in slow and steady strokes.
“Oh, Don… Please…”
“Yes, love. Tell me what you want.”
“You,” she moans in response. “I-I want you inside of me.”
Without wasting another second, I push into her, groaning as her heat envelops my cock. She gasps, her body tensing up for a few seconds before slowly relaxing. "You okay, love?" I ask, running my right palm over her taunt back, as I slowly slide out and back into her.
“Yes.” She nods, clearing her throat loudly. “Yes, I am.”
That's all I needed to hear. I pull out and slam back into her with a force that has her falling forward on her forearms with a strangled cry. I did not stop or slow down. I throw my headback, letting go of the control that I've held on to from the very moment I laid eyes on her. I close my eyes, losing myself in her heat, her lustful moan, and the desperate clapping sound of our flesh.
She cries my name, her pussy clenching tightly as she succumbs to the throes of another orgasm. I'm not far behind. With one last hoarse groan, I fall against her back, holding on tightly to her as my seed pulses into her. Hard and hot.
It's a long time before we both come down from the high. I collapse onto the couch, pulling her after me so that we're lying spooned, her bottom resting against my cock. We lie there quietly for a couple of minutes, and just when I start to think she has drifted to sleep, Leah turns around in my arms, her gorgeous green eyes finding mine.
“Don, I–” she trails off hesitantly, nervously running her tongue over her lip in a way that got blood rushing down to my dick all over again. “I need–”
A loud buzzing sound suddenly cuts her off. I let out a loud groan, reaching for my phone on the coffee table to check the screen. My gut tightens at the sight of the caller ID. Rick.
I sit up, slowly raising the phone to my ear. “Speak.”
“It's war, Don,” he says grimly. “Daggerheads are refusing to pay. Our guys were ambushed.”
I hang up and glance at Leah, but I don't need to say anything. She shakes her head slightly, giving me a brave smile.