Bad Ride, Dani Wyatt [chromebook ebook reader .TXT] 📗

mentioned my dad, I saw a look pass between the other club members at the table, but it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Your place sounds perfect. Let me finish up here with the guys and then we’ll get going, okay?”

I nod, smiling. “Okay.”

“Okay,” he says, gathering me into his arms and stealing a kiss, ignoring the whoops and hollers from the others gathered around, and I think I might be just a little bit, well, you know…

In love.

Chapter 7

Chewy

“I thought… Well, I don’t really know what I was thinking. But I thought we weren’t right for each other, but now—” She turns my way with a grin as she holds up first one sundress, then another, measuring them against herself for my benefit.

I gulp back my dry throat as she shows them to me, imagining her in each. And out of each. Both are enough to make my mouth water, the shortness of the skirts and the low cut of the strappy tops enough to make my imagination run wild.

“Which one?” she asks, and all I can think is neither, nothing, bare skin all the way, so I give a grunt that seems to please her and she lays both on the pastel-pink comforter on her bed.

I look so out of place here in her room. My monstrous size and general appearance incongruous against the light airiness and goodness of her. She’s pastels and satin, thick cream rugs and cuddly toys, and I’m denim and leather, grease and power tools.

Our differences have never been more evident than when I’m standing in her bedroom, but somehow none of that matters. To me, or it seems to her. Her excitement at having me here somehow makes me feel at home despite the differences between us, and I crash down onto her bed, pulling her to me, making her squeal and bat playfully at my arms.

“You going to ravish me, Charles?”

“Maybe. Would you like that?”

My words catch her off guard and she doesn’t respond right away, her mouth moving silently until she says. “Maybe you should try it and find out.”

Fuck yes.

Those are the words I’ve been waiting for, and I aim to please. The clothes she wears for school are drab and plain, which I approve of. When other people are looking at her, even if it’s just a bunch of horny teenagers, I don’t want them to see what I see. If I had my way, she’d wear a paper bag whenever she’s not with me. But when her plain ribbed sweater and gray pants come off, what’s underneath makes me grin.

For me, when she’s here, I want her like this. Red lace panties and a matching bra showing off all her womanly curves.

Or, of course, nothing at all.

The motorcycle engine rumbles beneath us as we weave through traffic on our way out of town to a little spot I know that should be quiet. I’m aware of her pussy, pressed against my back, just a little strip of cloth between us as she sits behind me in that fucking nothing of a sundress, but I’m trying to concentrate on the ride ahead, while my cock strains to draw my attention elsewhere.

Last night, I ate her out three times as she screamed my name, moaning and panting as she writhed against her bed. Then she returned the favor, sucking me off until I filled her mouth, then swallowing it all like a good little cum guzzler.

Then this morning, with her dad still gone, she suggested going out somewhere. Together. Like a proper fucking couple.

So that’s what we’re doing.

As I slow the bike, turning off the road and heading down to a spot by the river, where the grass is lush and the shade from the trees is just right, I can’t resist running my fingers along her thigh. Away from the noise of the other traffic, I hear her mewl clearly, even through her helmet which I will always insist she wear.

“Is this the place?” she asks, shouting to make herself heard.

I nod. “You like it?”

“It’s beautiful!”

“Not half as beautiful as you,” I tell her as I slide the bike onto a little dirt parking lot. No other cars are here, which means we’re all alone, just the way I’d hoped.

In the saddle bags of the bike is an entire picnic she made and packed up before we came out. Sandwiches, little sausages, cold meats, salad, wine, cake. There’s enough there to feed an army, which is just as well. Being the size I am, I eat a lot, and I’m also going to make sure Annie has whatever she needs to stay healthy. I love her curves and in time, with each baby, I imagine them getting more generous and that thought has my already thick dick chubbing up another inch or two.

As we sit by the river, eating and laughing, I ask her all about herself. A lot I already know from stalking her for two years, but there are things in her past I wasn’t aware of. The fact that her mother left when she was young, walking out on her and her father. The fact she’s always dreamed of working with children, but only went into teaching because of her dad. The fact that sometimes her father scares her.

Well, that last one doesn’t surprise me.

If there’s anyone that deserves the label monster it’s that man, but I hold my tongue for now. A woman doesn’t need to know her man thinks her dad’s a villain, just that he’s there to keep her safe, and that’s something I intend to show her.

“Sometimes it’s good to try something new,” she says as I frown at the glass of wine in my hand.

I don’t think I’ve ever drunk wine in my life. Give me beer and I’m happy. But for her, I take a sip.

“Well?”

I grunt. “It’s fine.”

Annie laughs, taking a long sniff of her own glass before sipping the pale liquid. “You have