Biker's Baby Girl

Those beginnings had given me a thick skin and a don’t give a fuck attitude. Until her I didn’t fear death, wasn’t too worried about someone sticking it to me, I could always hold my own. But then she came along and shit changed.

Even in the thick of battle, I kept thoughts of her in the forefront, reminding myself everyday that I had to get back to her. That’s when she was still my sweet little innocent Jessie. It killed me to imagine her out there on her own at the mercy of the same fuckery I’d had to deal with.

Then in the last few years after the change, I’d kept her there for other reasons. She was my reason for breathing plain and simple, and I was gonna spend the rest of my life letting her know that shit. It was my greatest wish to erase everything that her dad had done to her from her memory, and to fill it with only good things, the things I meant to give to her.

Now because of my ignorance and her fuck of an aunt I might have to start all over. All the work I’d believed I was doing to distance her from that parking lot had been a lie. I’d just been paying someone else to mistreat what’s mine. I bit that thought off before I fishtailed and headed back to finish what I’d started.

Instead I concentrated on the days ahead, on the things I’d only imagined thus far that were now closer to reality. My dick thumped against my zipper. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea either, but it was hard not to celebrate the fact that she was finally mine, that I was going to have her just where I wanted her after all this time.

There was no question of whether or not she would be accepting of me; I wasn’t about to give her a choice. She was mine plain and simple. Had been for a long time. She didn’t need any fucking choices where that shit was concerned. Now the only thing I had to worry about, the only hurdle I could see up ahead, was getting my cock into what I was sure was going to be the tightest pussy I’d ever tackled.

I didn’t suffer even a moment’s guilt at the thoughts running through my head. I knew better than anyone what was in me for her, that’s why I knew that no one would ever, could ever feel for her what I did.

I pulled myself back to the here and now as we raced through the morning, trying to beat the rising sun and the heat it was about to unleash on us. Her slight weight against my back warned me that she had indeed fallen asleep so I slowed down a little, but didn’t stop since we were already so close to home.

I spent the rest of the ride reliving the feeling of waking up with her in my arms for the first time. My morning wood had been poking her in her middle and my first inclination had been to pull away before she woke up and felt that shit.

After what had been done to her I didn’t want her having any bad moments. But she felt good as fuck against me first thing in the morning, the way a day was supposed to begin. I allowed myself a few extra moments to smell her hair and relish the feelings of absolute joy that ran through me. Just one more minute and then I’d let my little innocent go. That’s what I kept telling myself.

In the end I’d decided against that shit, this was me she was never to fear me, never to lump me in with anyone else. And though my heart raced in my chest at the thought of putting any kind of fear in her eyes, I held onto her.

I needn’t have worried. The smile she gave me when she opened her eyes went a long way to convincing me that she was going to be fine. It had taken everything in me not to kiss her smiling lips. I’d settled for a quick peck even though I’d wanted to suck on her tongue for the next week or so.

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Chapter 9

Creed

We hit my place just after eight in the morning. I didn’t call ahead because it was way too early when we left, and so when we pulled into my place she got an eyeful. Mattie, one of the more popular hangers on, was just coming out of the clubhouse, still putting herself together.

The look on babygirl’s face was priceless, but I checked my first inclination to shield her. She’s gonna have to learn. She was gonna see a fuck of a lot worse before long I was sure like I said, I’m not in the habit of censoring or curtailing my men’s activities as long as they don’t do any shit to harm women or kids.