by Lena Gordon
10
Shane
She captivated me and for the next two hours, I watched her go about her work and tend to the few customers she had. It was endearing to me that she had no idea how completely sexy she was, and how shy she was about showing off her fabulousness. It was a refreshing change from the women I usually dated, who all seemed to think they were God’s gift to men.
Jessie was different. Really different.
“Are you sure I can’t get you anything else, Daddy?” She’d been unsure of calling me Daddy in public, but it didn’t take long for her to get past that, likely because the promise of that ride was in the forefront of her mind. Whatever it was, every time she said it, my dick got a little bit harder.
It had been an exercise in intense control not fucking her the night before, and I’d never held off like that before, but Jessie was different. I knew I needed to treat her special. I needed her to trust me. It had to be about her. Besides, it never hurt to keep a woman wanting more. And judging by the dampness between her legs, where my fingers were currently doing a teasing dance with her clit, she was definitely wanting more.
“I’m good with coffee refills, babydoll. Keep them coming and maybe I’ll make you come.”
She blushed hard, all the way down to her tits, which I could now see much better thanks to the blown button. It was the perfect view.
I was teasing, because I had no intention of sharing her glorious climaxes with anyone else, the least of whom were some random truck drivers fueling up with her thick coffee before hitting the highway again. I didn’t need to give them any more jerk-off material than Jessie’s tits already had.
“Tell me about your studies.” I’d been asking her questions about herself every time she came to pour me more coffee, because despite myself, I found myself wanting to get to know everything about her. “What do you hope to do when you graduate?”
“I want to do research.” Her face lit up. “I know it sounds cliché, but I want to find the cure for—”
“Cancer?”
She laughed. “I know that’s the cliché, but I want to find the cure for MS. Multiple Sclerosis.”
“I know it.” I nodded. “That’s an interesting choice.”
Her face clouded over. “My mom had it. It was hard.”
I didn’t have to ask to know the rest. “I’m sorry,” I said. “And your dad?”
She shrugged. “Gone when she was diagnosed. Couldn’t handle a sick wife and a little kid.”
“So it was just the two of you? That must have been hard.”
“It was. But it was also awesome. Until the end anyway.” She sniffed.
“I’m sure she’d be very proud of you,” I said, trying to make her smile. “Working hard, going to school, trying to make something of yourself. You should be proud.”
“Thank you.”
It was the strangest thing. I hardly knew the girl, but I found myself full of pride for her. I told her so. “I’m proud of you, babydoll.”
Her face dipped into a strange look, but before she could say anything, I dragged a finger along the wet silk over her pussy, causing her entire body to tremble.
I shrugged. “Couldn’t help myself.”
“What about you?” she asked. “What do you do for a living? I’ve already told you so much about myself—tell me something about you, Daddy.”
I was ready for the question, and I was ready with my answer, too, because there was no way I was going to tell her who I really was and ruin what I was starting to think might be something real. “I’m in sales. It’s not a big deal.”
“Sales? What do you sell?” She tried to wiggle away from my probing fingers, but I held her in place by cupping her sweet pussy in my hand.
“Nothing very well.” I laughed and waved a hand up and down, in an effort to encompass my beat-up leathers. She couldn’t know I had money. Not until I knew she wanted me for me.
“Well, I’m sure you’ll get better.” She smiled sweetly at me. “Sometimes it just takes practice. Or maybe, you could try a new career? You know, it’s never too late to do something new with your life. Have you ever thought of going back to school to find your passion?”
Her youthful innocence was so fucking perfect.
“Jessie, baby.” I laughed again. “Don’t worry about me. I’m getting by. Now, isn’t it time to close up?” I gestured to the clock over the counter, threw down a twenty and pulled my hand out from under her skirt. “I’ll wait outside.”
It wasn’t my imagination that I saw her entire body tremble with the promise in my words.
11
Jessie
This time when I straddled his motorbike and held on tight to Daddy’s leather-clad back, it was different. Maybe because I knew him better, or at least it felt as if I did. Even though I’d been working, it felt almost like a first date with him asking me so many questions about myself. And he was genuinely interested, too.
He was easy to talk to and despite the fact that I didn’t know much about him, I was starting to feel myself actually falling for him. Was that even possible? To fall for a man you barely knew?
Of course it was—that’s what had happened to Abby, wasn’t it? Besides, sometimes you just had to let yourself go a little and live in the moment. At least that’s what Abby was always telling me. It had worked for her.
And dammed if it might not work for me, too. At the very least, I was going to have a little fun while I was seeing what could happen.
And I was going to have that fun soon.
The vibrations of the bike between my legs was making me even hotter. I wrapped my arms tighter and squeezed. In response, Daddy accelerated and we flew down the dark highway.
As soon as we parked along the river, in what I assumed was the same spot as the night before, Daddy jumped off the bike and turned to face me still sitting astride his bike.
He stroked his beard and assessed me for a moment. “Helmet,” he finally said.
I reached up and unfastened the helmet before I handed it to him. Without being told, I reached up and took my hair down, letting it spill down over my shoulders.
He nodded appreciatively and then said, “Uniform.”
I tilted my head in question and moved to get off the bike.
“No.” He stopped me. “Take off your uniform right there.”
I shot him a questioning look but did as he requested, working through the few buttons that were left before shimmying out of the garment. I handed it to him, but he tossed it aside and stepped back.
The night was chilly, but sitting on the leather seat of his bike, still warm between my legs from our ride, I wasn’t cold at all. Especially not with his eyes on me. The moonlight reflected the desire in his eyes as he watched me. I trembled in anticipation of what would happen, because something was going to happen. Of that much I was sure.
And I certainly hoped tonight it involved his cock because it was all I could think of all night.
“Damn, that’s a delicious sight.” Daddy took a step back, admiring me openly. Under his watchful gaze, I leaned back, putting my hands behind me on the seat and pressing my breasts up into the moonlight.
“Fuck, Jessie. You must be trying to kill me.”
“No, I’m just trying to get you to fuck me.” I’d never been so brazen in my life but it felt good. Really good.
Daddy stepped closer, stripped his leather riding gloves off and tossed them to the ground before one hand found my breast. He squeezed, and used his thumb to push the fabric down and tease my nipple. His other hand laced through my hair and he pulled me up so my mouth met his.
He kissed me with a deep hunger. The need for him only built. I was greedy. As much as I wanted his hands all over me, his mouth on my skin, my tits—everywhere—I wanted his cock inside me more. I craved it.
As if he read my mind, his hand left my breast and traveled to my thigh. He grazed my clit with his thumb before he gripped my leg and swung it over the bike. If his hand
wasn’t still on my head, pressing me tight to his lips, I might have slipped, but I wasn’t worried. Daddy had it under control. He had me under control.
His tongue possessed my mouth, taking everything he wanted. I completely lost myself in his kiss until his hand wrapped tightly in my hair and tugged my head back. I moaned with the slight wince of pain that only fueled my desire.
Daddy’s lips traveled down my neck, nipping and sucking, until he got to my breasts. He growled and gave each one a love bite in turn before moving farther south, to my navel and finally my dripping wet pussy.
I wiggled my hips, needing more, but he held my hips firm so I couldn’t move.
It was an exquisite torture as he knelt before me, pushed the tiny scrap of silk aside and plunged his tongue inside me. It swirled and licked and lapped against my clit. It was too much. So intense. I needed to move, but he held me fast. I needed to come. Hard.
He must have sensed it, because seconds before I exploded, he moved away, leaving me desperate for release.
“Not so fast, babydoll.” He stood in front of me, his hands working at the old leather belt of his jeans. “You’ll come when I’m ready for you to come.”
I watched transfixed, my breath coming in deep pants as he unzipped his jeans and let them fall to his feet, releasing his hard cock. It was huge. I licked my lips and Daddy growled again.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said.
I couldn’t form words so I only nodded.
“Do you want me to fuck you, babydoll?”
Fuck, did I ever. I bit my bottom lip and nodded again, unable to take my eyes off his enormous cock.
He took a step toward me, but instead of pressing that impressive dick inside me, he grabbed my hip and spun me around. He pressed one hand on my back, pushing me into the seat of the motorbike until my ass was lifted in the air.
“I think my babydoll is a slow learner tonight,” Daddy said. “You keep forgetting rule number two.”
Puzzled, I tried to turn my head to see what he was talking about. But before I could, the palm of his hand came down with a sharp sting and the sound reverberated through the night air. The combination of pleasure with the slightest bit of pain only amplified my excitement but still, instinctively I reached around in an attempt to cover my ass.
Daddy’s hand dipped between my legs to feel the juices that were now dripping down my legs.
“You liked that, didn’t you?”
Despite myself, I nodded.
“Tell me, babydoll. Tell Daddy you liked your little spanking.”
I swallowed hard, but said, “I liked it, Daddy. I liked my spanking.”
“That’s better.” He gently moved my hands, placing them in front of me again. “Because there’s more where that came from.”
12
Shane
I hadn’t planned to give her a spanking, but dammit, she was too fucking sexy. And not only had she forgotten to call me Daddy, but I needed a minute to compose myself. Besides, she loved it.
When I dipped my fingers between her legs, they came back dripping with her juices. Every spank I landed only made her hotter but I didn’t want to push it. It was obviously her first spanking.
And more to the point, my cock was straining to slide into that wet pussy. I’d waited long enough.
I rubbed my hand on her flaming hot skin. The heat coming off her ass was enough that I knew she’d feel it when she sat in class the next day. Perfect. She’d be thinking of me all day. She’d be wet for me all day.
The thought only made me need her more.
I pressed my lips to each ass cheek in turn before I pulled the silky string of her thong to the side. I slid my cock along the swell of her perfect ass cheeks before nudging the tip to her wet pussy lips.
“Do you want Daddy to fuck you now?”
She nodded, but caught herself. “Yes.” Her voice was barely more than a pant. “Yes, Daddy. I want you to fuck me, Daddy. Please.”
That was all I needed. I held tight to her hips and with one thrust, pushed up into her.
Fuck. She was tight and perfect, her pussy clamping down around me, taking all of me.
Beneath me, Jessie groaned but I didn’t give her time to adjust before ramming into her again. And again. We both needed to fuck. Needed it hard and fast and that’s exactly what we were going to do.
There was no room for lovemaking in my life, and I knew my little girl was just the same.
Her hips came back to meet me, greedy for more. She groaned, but I couldn’t make out the words.
I twisted her hair around my fingers and pulled her head back. “What was that, babydoll?”
Her lips came up in a sexy grin and she repeated herself. “Fuck me, Daddy,” she said. “Fuck me hard.”
And that’s just what I did.
I fucked her. Harder, deeper with every thrust so she had to hold on to the bike seat. Until I could feel her tighten around me, her climax starting to roll over her. It was enough to send me over the top, too.
When her orgasm hit, Jessie screamed out into the dark night and I roared out my own release as I filled her. She collapsed, spent, over the bike.
With one hand holding her, I quickly pulled up my jeans before I scooped her into my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck, her magnificent breasts pressing into my chest. I leaned against the bike and held her, my perfect girl.
She was fucking amazing. Everything about her.
And she didn’t even know my name.
13
Jessie
It had been over a week since I’d first met my mysterious sexy biker Daddy and it had easily been the best week of my life. Sure, I was getting even less sleep than I usually did, but it hardly seemed to matter because I was being fueled with amazing sex and—it was crazy to even say it out loud, but—love.
I knew it was insane because I hadn’t known him very long and I didn’t even know his name, but there was an intense connection between the two of us. Every night he came into the diner, but not before eleven. He told me it was so I could get my studying done because it was important. He’d order a coffee and we’d talk. Sometimes I had other customers, but even so, it didn’t matter because for two hours we’d flirt and ask each other questions and learn about each other.
It was a super fast way to get to know a person and in only a week I knew quite a bit, including that he was almost forty—a fact that didn’t bother me at all—had never gone to college, was in sales for some sort of “boring” equipment, even though he’d really wanted to be a teacher. He didn’t like to talk about his work much, only that it was a means to an end, whatever that meant.
He was an only child, his parents had passed and he was largely a workaholic, but I couldn’t understand that because I really didn’t get the impression that he was actually good at sales. At least not based on the worn-out jeans and T-shirts he always wore with his leather biking vest. But when I pressed him on it, he changed the subject and I could respect the fact that he didn’t like to talk about work. We talked about so many other things anyway.
And everything I learned, I loved.
Loved.
It was crazy even thinking about it.
But I couldn’t stop myself. It was making me crazy thinking about him and the way he made me feel.
Oh my God. The way he made me feel. Every night after I closed the diner, we’d get on the back of his bike and ride. Sometimes it was a longer ride; sometimes it was really short. But every single night we’d end up in a little pullout by the river where he’d fuck me until I couldn’t think straight.
He knew how to draw me out and make me feel things I’d never felt before. And man, did I ever feel them.
So, if everything was so wonderful with my sexy, mysterious biker man, then why was I feeling so unsettled about it?
Today was my day off the diner and I had a paper to finish, so I’d let him know that I couldn’t see him until the next day, which was probably a good thing. My bo
dy was sore, in a perfectly awesome way, but still, I could probably use a night off from mind-blowing sex.
I made a pot of tea and settled into my tiny kitchen table to try to get the paper done, but I just couldn’t focus. I’d type a paragraph and stop and stare at my laptop.
Maybe I just needed to clear my head.
It couldn’t hurt, so I grabbed my cell phone and punched the button that would dial Abby. I missed our face-to-face conversations since she moved out. Not that I’d had a lot of spare time anyway, but texting her all the dirty details about my biker Daddy just hadn’t been the same.
“It’s about time you called,” she said when she picked up. “I know you’re busy so I didn’t want to bug you, but I’ve been dying to talk to you.”
I laughed. “I’m so sorry, Abby. Things have been crazy.”
“I gathered that from your text messages.” I could almost imagine her wiggling her eyebrows on the other end of the phone. “You dirty, dirty girl. Are you having fun with your daddy?”
I would never have been able to tell anyone else the details about what went on with me and my sexy biker, but with Abby it was different. Especially because she’d fallen so desperately in love with a daddy of her own. She understood it and totally didn’t judge.
“I’m having so much fun. It’s definitely been an intense week.”
“But?”
“But what?”
“There’s a but,” she said. “I can feel it. What’s going on?”
I sighed and dropped my head in my hands. “I know this is going to sound crazy, but I think I’m falling for him.”
“That’s not crazy at all.”
“But we’ve never even been out for a date,” I cried. “I mean, I love our nightly rides, but if it’s going to ever be anything, shouldn’t we go out? And I don’t even know his name.”
“Okay, okay,” Abby said. “One thing at a time. I think if you want things to be more than they are, maybe you should let him know that. I mean, if he thinks things are fine the way they are, why would he change it?”