My Biker Daddy: A Billionaire Biker Daddy Romance (My Daddy Series Book 2)

by Lena Gordon

  Dammit, my panties had only gotten wetter remembering the way he’d chastised me. Not as if I were in trouble, but more like I was...naughty.

  Getting on a bike with a biker dude could be the stupidest thing I could do. Or it could be anything but stupid.

  I spent the next few minutes wiping tables, stacking glasses and cashing out the till. Finally, I couldn’t delay any longer. I grabbed my tips from my apron, took the note and tucked it into my cleavage, before I hung up my apron. “I’m out of here, Stan.” I peeked my head around the corner into the kitchen. “You good?”

  “Absolutely, darlin’. Are you sure you’re going to be okay getting home?” He crossed his arms and they rested on his belly. “You know I’d give you a ride if they hadn’t taken my license, and my car.”

  I laughed. Even if Stan did still have his car or his license, there was no way I’d let him drive anywhere. His eyesight was so bad, he’d kill us both. It was a good thing he lived in a trailer behind the diner, or he wouldn’t be able to find his way to work every day. “I’m good, Stan. I’ll see you tomorrow. I’m going to go out the front. I’ll lock up behind me.”

  He waved me away and it was time to make my decision. That is, if the sexy biker dude was even outside waiting for me. It seemed unlikely, but then again, so did the offer.

  Damn. Even thinking about it made me horny. After all, it had been a very long time since I’d had sex. And I’d meant it when I told him earlier that I was sick of entitled college boys who didn’t know what to do with their dicks.

  Maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to take the ride. After all, it would mean I wouldn’t have to walk, and if I could get off with an older man who knew what he was doing...well, Abby sure seemed to think older men was where it was at.

  I pushed out the glass door before I could change my mind. I had a moment to collect myself as I locked the door behind me and then I turned to face the parking lot.

  There he was. Leaning against the sexiest fucking motorbike I’d ever seen. He grinned when he saw me and pushed up from the bike to walk toward me.

  I crossed the pavement, my knees shaking a little, my panties completely soaked because seriously, this man was smoking hot, a complete stranger and I was about to get on a motorbike with him in the middle of the night and that was exciting as hell.

  “You got my note.”

  I nodded.

  “And you agree to the rules?”

  I nodded again, not fully trusting my own voice.

  He handed me his helmet. “Put this on.”

  I did as I was told and the moment it was situated on my head, he grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I thought he was going to kiss me. My whole body vibrated, suddenly desperate for the kiss.

  Instead, he traced my jaw with one finger before he fastened the strap of the helmet under my chin. When he was done, he pressed his finger to my lips before he pulled it away. “Let’s ride.”

  I hesitated, suddenly unsure. After all, I didn’t even know this dude’s name. “Um...wait.”

  He turned around and stared at me. Hard.

  “I don’t even know your name,” I blurted.

  He smirked. “What was rule number two?”

  “Daddy.” I said the word, and a ripple of desire ran through me, straight between my thighs. “You want me to call you Daddy.”

  It didn’t feel nearly as strange as I thought it would to say it out loud. In fact, the second I called him Daddy, his eyes flared even darker in the dim light and knowing it turned him on, turned me on.

  More.

  “Good girl.”

  Without another word, he swung his strong, muscular thigh over the bike and waited for me to get on.

  I’d never been on a bike before, but I figured it couldn’t be that hard. I moved closer and immediately realized my tight skirt was going to be a problem. It was short and snug over my ass. There was no help for it. I grabbed the bottom of my skirt and tugged it up to my waist before climbing up onto the seat.

  The cold leather against my bare thighs was in a sharp, sexy contrast to the hot heat coming from my pussy. When Daddy turned the key and the bike roared to life, the vibrations instantly hit my clit.

  Oh shit. This was definitely turning out to be a good decision.

  Daddy reached his arm behind him and, with his gloved hand, stroked my bare thigh before giving it a squeeze. “Ready?”

  I nodded.

  “Rule one,” he said. “Hold on.”

  The bike lurched forward and instinctively I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my body into his back. The thrill of the bike and the danger of what I was doing, combined with the vibrations pulsing against my crotch, were so fucking exciting I almost didn’t notice that he hadn’t asked me where I lived.

  4

  Shane

  I knew she’d take me up on my offer.

  But the minute she stepped out into the parking lot, my dick twitched in anticipation. And then she called me Daddy.

  Fuck. I thought I’d come right on the spot.

  Something about the way her pretty pink lips formed the word and said my name was fucking hot. It was perfect.

  I revved the engine and she pressed those huge tits against my back.

  I pushed the bike faster, racing down the dark highway. I hadn’t asked her where she lived, but I knew exactly where I was going.

  And it wasn’t to her house.

  Judging by the way the sweet young thing behind me was wrapped tight around my back, pressing her tits into me, and no doubt, grinding her pussy against the leather seat, I could tell she was not ready to go home and I was definitely not ready to take her there.

  I had other plans for my little girl. I pressed the accelerator harder and revved the engine, pushing the bike faster along the asphalt into the night.

  It wasn’t long before I reached the spot I’d been waiting for. The highway was fairly deserted, especially at that time of night, and I knew all the turnouts along the river, mostly because in the past, I’d used them to sit and think. But tonight there would be very little of either if I had my way.

  I slowed the bike and eased it off the highway down the dirt road toward the river and the rest stop I had planned for us. As soon as I came to a stop, I turned the key off. Jessie pressed tighter against me and whispered in my ear.

  “What are we doing?”

  “Sweetheart,” I answered. “I think you know exactly what we’re doing.” It wasn’t my imagination that I felt her vibrate, so I let her press herself up against my back, just for a moment longer, because I knew she wasn’t going to protest. Without turning around, I slipped one gloved hand behind me onto her bare thigh. I let it travel up higher, close enough to her pussy that I knew she could almost feel the touch of my leather glove. I squeezed, making her gasp before I released my grip and slid off my bike.

  I took a step back, keeping my gaze locked on Jessie, her skirt rucked up around her waist, my helmet still on her head. Fuck. She looked sexy.

  “Did you like your ride?” I asked her, holding my ground.

  She nodded.

  “What was that?” I took a step closer and pulled my gloves off, tossing them to ground. “I asked you if you liked your ride. Did you?”

  She made a small noise.

  I reached forward and undid the clasp under her chin, sliding the strap through the buckle, releasing her from the confines of the helmet. “I’ll ask you again,” I said. “Did you like your ride?”

  Jessie pulled the helmet off her head and shook out her hair so it fell over her luscious tits. Her nipples were deliciously hard from the cold night air, standing at attention, begging me to touch them. To pull them. To squeeze them.

  So I did.

  Jessie squealed in response.

  “You still didn’t answer my question,” I said. “Did you like your ride?” I asked for the third time.

  This time she nodded. “I did.”

  “I did, what?” I prompted. Clearly, s
he’d already forgotten rule number two.

  She licked her lips.

  My dick twitched. I liked that she was so willing to play along.

  “I did like my ride, Daddy.”

  I couldn’t stay away. I stepped forward again, grabbed her chin in my hand and kissed her. Hard.

  She tasted like coffee and peppermint and...innocence.

  Perfect.

  When I could, I pulled myself away. “Yeah,” I said roughly. “You did like your ride. But it’s not over yet.”

  She was still sitting astride my bike and I knew without looking her panties were soaked through. No doubt she was drenching my leather seat with her juices and damn I wanted to stick my hard cock inside her and—

  No.

  All in due time.

  I had a feeling that if I played my cards right, Jessie would be mine for a long time to come.

  Come.

  That was exactly what was going to happen. And soon.

  “Get off the bike,” I said gruffly. I wasn’t surprised when she did exactly as she was told. Jessie was a girl who was desperate for some direction. This was a girl who ran her whole life. She was in charge of every detail and she did a damn fine job of it, too. But she craved for someone to take control. At least in some small way.

  I was happy to take on the task. If she’d have me.

  And it looked as if she would.

  She stood before me, her skirt still rucked around her waist, her long, lean thighs perfectly on display in the moonlight. Her panties were drenched. I could smell her desire.

  I slid one hand up the length of her thigh so that my fingers rested only millimeters from her clit. “I knew you’d like your ride. Did you?” She nodded. I could feel her entire body resisting the urge to press into my fingers. And in that moment, I knew she was mine.

  “Tell me how much you liked your ride,” I demanded.

  “I liked it a lot,” she said. It wasn’t good enough and I wiggled my fingers just out of reach. “I liked it so much, Daddy.” Better. I moved my fingers close enough so she could feel the heat of them, but still not feel my touch. “I really liked it, Daddy.” Her tongue darted out to lick her lips. “I liked it so much, I want more.” Her words slipped out of her mouth like a moan I could feel through my body.

  Fuck.

  “Do you want to ride more?” I asked, testing her. “Or do you want me to make you come?”

  The groan that escaped her mouth damn near made me come on the spot and if my hand hadn’t been positioned between her legs, she may have collapsed around me completely.

  5

  Jessie

  Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but my mouth would not form the words to answer him.

  It wasn’t a fair question because after only a short ride sitting behind Daddy on the bike, I was already so turned on I thought I might scream if he didn’t touch me. But I was greedy. I wanted more.

  But I also wanted him.

  Badly.

  I’d shut off my brain the minute he’d turned off the bike and stood in front of me demanding to know whether I liked the ride. Because he was right—I knew exactly what we were doing, and I didn’t need any of that pesky common sense getting in the way.

  Not tonight.

  I’d never been so turned on by a man in my entire life. I owed it to myself to let it happen.

  “I’m waiting, Jessie.” His fingers wiggled again, just barely brushing my pussy. I wanted his touch on me so bad it was almost painful.

  I swallowed hard and closed my eyes. “Make me come, Daddy.”

  A low growl rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest, but instead of finally feeling the touch of his fingers on me, he took a step back. I could feel the chill from the air without his body so close.

  I snapped my eyes open. “What—”

  He held up a finger to silence me. “I want to see you.” His voice was rough and demanding.

  There was no way he meant for me to strip. It had been a warm fall, but still... I started to shake my head but Daddy raised his eyebrows in that way he had back at the diner. Slightly chastising and just a little disappointed. It was the craziest thing, but the need to please this man was strong. Especially if it meant the pleasure that I just knew would come from the touch of those fingers.

  I stepped away from the bike and moved my fingers to the first button on my dress.

  “Good girl.” Desire flared in his eyes, encouraging me.

  I slipped the button through, and then the next and the next until my breasts felt the chill of the cool night. I didn’t think it was possible for my nipples to get any harder, but they ached and pulsed against the thin fabric of my bra.

  “More.”

  I nodded and did as I was told, working my way down the front of my uniform dress until it was completely open. Without being told, I shimmied a little and let it fall from my shoulders to the pavement.

  I wasn’t naked, but wearing only my cotton panties that were completely soaked from my excitement and my old threadbare bra that was barely hanging on—damn, I wished I’d put on a sexy one—I might as well have been.

  Daddy’s eyes traveled appraisingly up and down the length of me, slowly taking in every inch of my exposed body. Watching him watch me was hot as hell and only made me want him more.

  “Sweetheart, you are fucking sexy as sin.”

  Pleasure rushed through me.

  “What do you say when someone compliments you?” He tilted his head in expectation.

  “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Good girl.” He took a step forward and I shivered. “You have so much to learn.”

  Before I realized what I was saying, I asked, “Teach me, Daddy?”

  What the hell was I saying? I was a smart woman. I didn’t go for this type of thing. I didn’t do this type of thing.

  But I was doing it.

  And I liked it.

  So did Daddy.

  He chuckled and cupped my chin. “Sweetheart, I plan on teaching you a lot of things.” He leaned in, but his lips didn’t quite touch mine. His breath was hot on my mouth; his hand held my face in place so I couldn’t close the gap and take the kiss I craved.

  And then his other hand was on my breast, sliding over the thin, dingy cotton. I was thankful the light was dim so he couldn’t see how old the bra was. Truthfully, lingerie wasn’t very high on my priority list, and I just didn’t have the budget for it. Although, at that moment, I could see how it might become important.

  “Such beautiful tits deserve nicer things.” In a flash, he tore the garment from my body. The material was so old, it gave away easily.

  I gasped. Both from the shock of it and the cold air hitting my nipples. Daddy’s mouth was on mine, swallowing the gasp. His tongue plunged into my mouth, taking the kiss he wanted and I was eager to give.

  His free hand covered my breast and I tried to lean into the heat of his hand, but I was rewarded with a sharp pinch of my nipple. I gasped again and then groaned as he rolled the bud between his fingers.

  Daddy’s mouth left mine. His beard was rough on my sensitive skin as he nipped, nibbled, and sucked his way down the length of my neck. I was breathless by the time he reached the swell of my breast. But I didn’t have time to catch my breath before he pulled my aching nipple into his mouth and alternatively sucked and bit down, clamping his teeth dangerously around the throbbing bud.

  “Oh...I...”

  His mouth lifted from my tender breast, replaced by his hand, which continued working my nipple further, driving me to complete distraction.

  I was still wearing my panties, but I could feel my own juices start to drip down the inside of my thigh.

  When Daddy turned his attention to my other breast, my legs quaked with the effort of standing. His free hand clamped down over my ass and squeezed hard, holding me in place as he lavished the same unrelenting attention on my other tit.

  Finally, the desire that had been building from the moment I’d laid eyes on him in
the diner threatened to boil over. My breath came in pants and I tried to arch out of his touch, but he held me fast.

  “I’m going to come,” I whined.

  I didn’t want to come that way. Not that I didn’t want to. Fuck, I did. But I wanted his dick inside me. Or...I didn’t know what I wanted. My thoughts were jumbled. I couldn’t form words to tell him what I wanted or didn’t. I just knew if he kept doing what he was doing, I was going to come. Hard.

  “That’s the idea, little girl. Come for Daddy.” The words were gruff. Then he bit down on the swell of my breast and sucked hard, while his hand tweaked the throbbing nipple on my other breast. And that was it. I couldn’t stop it. My knees buckled, but he held me up with his hand on my ass as I came harder than I’d ever come before.

  6

  Shane

  I didn’t intend on making her come that way, but dammit, her tits were too damn luscious not to worship them for a while. And fuck if she didn’t respond to it. She was so sexy, so ready and responsive.

  But I wasn’t done with her yet.

  I slid my hand down her body, into her panties. They were ruined by her sexy juices, not that it would have mattered. They were ugly and plain, like her bra, and not worthy of being on her body. I tore them away just as easily as I had her bra.

  My girl didn’t even notice as she was still riding her climax high.

  I’d been dying to touch her pussy all night, and withholding my touch had been almost as much for me as it had been for her. Because I knew once I got a touch of it, I wouldn’t want to let go.

  My hand slid over her mound.

  Fuck. I’d been right.

  I never wanted to stop touching her. She was almost bare, with only a strip of hair covering her flesh. I moved my hand down, cupping her, letting the juices from her orgasm soak my hand.