5 Bikers for Valentines

Gavin grabbed my hands, pulling them from his hair roughly, and yanked me up from the sofa. His eyes were burning with need, as were my insides. As he looked at me with his dark, smoldering eyes, I quivered at the thought of what he was going to do with me.

“Bend over the couch,” he demanded. “Now.”

I did as he commanded, leaning forward and putting my ass in the air for him. It's exactly what Gavin seemed to want from me and as I looked back over my shoulder at him, I saw the desire and hunger on his face plain as day. He'd been wanting this every bit as much as I did.

He lifted up my dress, exposing my ass, and ran his hands over my soft flesh.

“Have you ever been spanked, Josie?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

“Because you've always been a good girl, have you?” he said.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Always.”

“Except when you didn't tell me about our child, that is,” he said. “That's being a very, very bad girl.”

“I'm sorry,” I whimpered. “So very sorry, Gavin. I was afraid.”

“Sh,” he whispered. “It's okay. I forgive you, Josie.”

My body relaxed knowing he wasn't mad at me. Still, his hand grabbed at my ass, squeezing it, his fingers pressing into my skin.

“Still, do you think you should be punished for not telling me?” he asked. “You were a very bad girl for doing that, after all.”

Deep down, I believed I should. What I did was wrong, and he had every right to punish me. Not only that, I wanted him to punish me. Wanted him to spank me. Wanted to feel the burn of his hand across the flesh of my tender little ass.

“Yes, Gavin,” I said. “I was very bad. I should be spanked.”

Gavin smiled and tapped my ass with the flat of his hand—just a small little smack. I hardly felt it at all.

“Harder,” I whimpered.

A low growl escaped his throat as Gavin drew back his hand a bit more, smacking it just a little harder this time. It still didn't hurt, not in the least, but I knew he was getting there. He was working me up to it.

“Harder, Gavin. I was such a bad girl,” I said, giving him a sultry little smile.

When he drew his hand back and slapped my flesh again, the sting was instant, and I yelped a little. The sting on my ass cheeks burned right through me, but my insides were on fire and yearning for more. Gavin brought his hand down again, smacking me hard and fast. I let out a cry, and begged him for more.

“Yes, baby,” I moaned. “Harder.”

“Playtime is over,” he said. “You've had your fun. Now it's my turn.”

The delicious sting still resonated across my skin, and I wanted Gavin to spank me a little more. He had other plans for me, though. He massaged my ass, and I felt my panties sliding down my legs. When he pushed them down to my ankles, I stepped out of them, and he flung them onto the ground behind him. I glanced over my shoulder and watched as Gavin dropped his pants, his cock coming to life in front of me. Gavin caught me staring and he reached for something on a nearby table. He tossed it to me.

“Put this on over your eyes,” he said, his voice gruff and commanding.

I look and see that it's a blindfold, so I put it on, blacking out my view entirely. Everything is dark, and I'm left to trust Gavin entirely. He grabbed hold of my ass, and I feel him pressing his thick rod against my opening. I wiggled my ass and beg him to stick it in. My words earn me a sharp, hard smack on the ass.

“I didn't give you permission to speak, my pet,” he says.

“I'm sorry,” I say meekly.

I feel him step forward and he grabs a fistful of my hair, yanking my head backward viciously as he slams his hard, thick cock into me at the same time.

“Oh God!” I cry out, my entire body spasming as he enters me in one powerful thrust.

My body wasn't prepared for that. Even though I was no longer a virgin, there's still a pinch of pain when he enters me. As he drives his cock into me, I feel like I'm being