Biker Daddies Rough Ride: Full Throttle Desire

~Sasha~ Never in a million years did I think I’d be on my knees for a biker daddy older than me by like ten whole years or some s**t. Imagine saying yes daddy… f**k daddy… harder daddy to a man that old. Girl. Cringe. The thought alone used to make my skin crawl. Like why the f**k would any girl willingly do that? That was my exact thought. Until I met Dominic King. That motherfucker. One look from him and the cringe just folded. Like it never even existed. And suddenly I understood every single one of them. Because the second that man put his hands on me, my body just… Damn. And the second that man put his hands on me… oh mama mia, f**k. Everything I thought I knew about myself just folded. Those big, rough palms sliding under my shirt like they already knew the map of my body. Fingers pressing into my skin hard enough to leave marks. The way he gripped my waist and pulled me in like I was already his. I should’ve pushed him off. Should’ve laughed in his face. Should’ve remembered every single reason this was supposed to feel wrong. Instead my knees went weak and my mouth went dry and the only thing that came out was a shaky little “Daddy…” like the word had been waiting in my throat the whole time. “Relax, you little slut. I’ve not even started” I’m sorry… what? Because f**k I’ve never been turned on like that in my entire life. Like drop to my knees right there in that room and say yes daddy, feed me with your c*m daddy. Hahahaha!!! Okay okay okay. Before we get all the way into the Dominic part, let me take y’all back to the beginning. Because the real chaos started way before this man ever put his hands on me. It started the night I caught my stupid ass boyfriend f*****g my sister in my bed. I had balloons. I had a little pink cake. I even stopped and got his favorite candles like a whole soft, sweet i***t. I was smiling when I turned the key. I was humming. I was excited. Then I opened the bedroom door. And there was Zoey. My own sister. On her back. Legs wide open. Derek’s stupid pale ass between them, polo shirt still half-buttoned, d**k deep inside her like he paid rent in that p***y. “Oh hell no!!! Tell me this is a prank!” I yelled so loud my own voice scared me. Zoey’s head snapped toward me. Derek froze mid-stroke like a deer that just got caught eating the garden. His d**k was still shiny and wet when he pulled out, and I swear I saw my whole future flash in front of my eyes and then catch on fire. “What the f**k, Zoey. You f*****g ass b***h…” I didn’t even finish the sentence. I just launched. One hand grabbed a whole handful of her titty and squeezed so hard she screamed, the other fist twisted deep in her hair, and I yanked that girl like I was trying to snatch her soul out through her scalp. She went tumbling off the bed in a mess of sheets and Derek scrambled backward so fast he almost fell on his ass. “Sasha—baby wait..” he started, voice all high and stupid. “Baby?!” I spun on him so fast my neck cracked. “Don’t you ever in your life call me baby again, you nasty, cheating, d**k-for-brains motherfucker!” Zoey was on the floor holding her scalp and her t**s at the same time, looking up at me with these big fake tears like she was the victim. “Sasha, it’s not what it looks like..” “Not what it looks like?!” I screamed. “b***h your juices are still on my sheets! I can see it! It’s literally glistening! What the f**k do you mean it’s not what it looks like?!” I slapped the s**t out of her face. Hard. “You nasty, jealous, d**k-riding hoe!” I yelled, slapping her again. “That’s my boyfriend! That’s my bed! That’s my sheets your stank ass juices are all over!” Zoey was thrashing under me, trying to push me off, but I had that grip in her hair like I paid taxes on her scalp. I squeezed her titty so hard she howled. “Sasha—stop—please..” “Please?!” I laughed in her face, crazy and loud. “b***h you was just moaning under my man and now it’s please? What happened to all that ‘harder Derek’ s**t you was screaming two seconds ago, huh?!” I slapped her again. Her lip split. Blood smeared across her teeth and I still didn’t stop. I was in a whole different headspace. All the years of her getting the better clothes, the better attention, the better everything, just boiled up and came out my hands. “You always wanted what was mine,” I snarled, shaking her by the hair. “Always. The clothes. The attention. Mama’s love. And now you really thought you was about to take my man too? In my bed? While I was out buying his stupid ass cake?!” Derek was still on the bed looking stupid, holding a pillow over his wet d**k like that was gonna help him. “Sasha, baby, it’s not..” “Shut your mouth!” I screamed at him without even looking. “I’m not talking to you yet, you pale d**k-for-brains bastard. I’m talking to this hoe.” I turned right back to Zoey and slapped her one more time for good measure, watching her face whip to the side. “You gon’ learn today,” I said, breathing hard, still straddling her, still gripping her hair and her bruised titty. “You gon’ learn that I’m not the one. Not now. Not ever.” I wasn’t done. Not even close. Zoey tried to shove me off, nails scratching at my arms, but I just sat heavier on her stomach and twisted my fist tighter in her hair until her neck arched back and a real tear finally slipped out. Good. Cry. Cry for me. “You thought I was soft,” I said, my voice shaking with pure rage. “You thought because I was quiet and I stayed in my lane and I let Mama treat you like the golden child that I wouldn’t snap. b***h, you thought wrong.” I let go of her titty just long enough to punch her dead in the mouth. Her head bounced off the floor. Blood smeared across her teeth and still I didn’t feel bad. I felt free. I felt like every year of being second-best was pouring out of my hands. “That’s for every time you ‘borrowed’ my clothes and stretched them out,” I spat, hitting her again. “That’s for telling Mama I was dramatic when I cried. That’s for looking at my man like he was already yours.” Zoey was sobbing now, real ugly sobs, trying to curl up, but I yanked her hair until she had no choice but to look at me. “Open your eyes,” I ordered. “Look at me while I’m talking to you.” She did. Her face was already swelling. Lip busted. Cheek red. And I still wasn’t satisfied. I leaned down real close, so close our noses almost touched, and whispered, “I’m gonna make sure every time you look in the mirror you remember this night. Every time you touch your face you gon’ feel my hands. You f****d my man in my bed. Now you got to live with what that got you.” Then I slapped her one more time, open palm, as hard as I could, and the sound cracked through the whole apartment. Derek finally found his voice. “Sasha, stop! You’re hurting her!” I spun around so fast my neck popped. “I’m hurting her?!” I screamed. “f**k you, Derek!” I left Zoey bleeding and crying and marched straight at him. He scrambled back on the bed like a cockroach when the light comes on, still holding that stupid pillow over his lap. I ripped the pillow away and threw it across the room. There it was. That same d**k he used to slide inside me at night. Soft now.. Still shiny with my sister’s wetness I grabbed it. Hard. Derek yelped like a b***h and tried to shove me off, but I squeezed tighter and dragged him forward by it until he was half off the bed, legs kicking, face twisted up in panic. “You used this d**k,” I snarled, shaking it in my fist, “this same d**k you f****d me with… to f**k my sister?!” I twisted. He screamed “Sasha—f**k—let go—please..” “Please?!” I laughed in his face. “Where was all that please when you was balls deep in Zoey, huh? Where was the respect when you was moaning in my bed with my blood sister?” I squeezed harder, nails digging in, and watched tears actually spring to his eyes. “You nasty, weak, no-d**k-having motherfucker,” I spat. “I cooked for you. I cleaned for you. I let you c*m in me. And this is how you pay me back? By sticking this same d**k in my sister?” Zoey was still on the floor sobbing, holding her face, but I didn’t even look at her. My whole focus was on the man who just destroyed me with the same body he used to hold me with. I leaned in close. “I should snap this s**t in half.” I should’ve snapped it. I really should have. But instead I just kept squeezing, watching his face turn red, watching the tears actually fall, watching this grown man who used to talk so much s**t now reduced to whimpering under my hand. “You used to tell me I was the only one,” I said, my voice shaking with disgust. “You used to kiss me after you came and say nobody else could ever make you feel like that. Remember that, Derek? Remember all those sweet little lies you whispered while you was still inside me?” I twisted my wrist and he howled. “Sasha—f**k—please—I’m sorry..” “Sorry?”. “You not sorry you f****d her. You just sorry you got caught. Big difference.” I yanked him closer by his d**k until his face was right under mine. His breath was shaking. His eyes were glassy. He looked scared of me. Good. He should be. “You f****d my sister in my bed,” I said slowly, making sure every word hit. “You came in her on my sheets. And then you was gon’ kiss me with that same mouth later like nothing happened, huh?” Behind me Zoey was still crying, still holding her swollen face, but I didn’t turn around. She wasn’t the main character no more. He was. I leaned in even closer, so close my lips almost brushed his ear, and whispered, “I want you to remember this feeling. Every time you get hard from now on, I want you to feel my hand on it. Every time you try to f**k somebody else, I want you to remember the night the girl you cheated on almost ripped your d**k off.” Then I squeezed one more time — hard enough to make him scream — and finally let go. He collapsed back onto the bed, curling up, hands flying between his legs, sobbing like a whole child. I was still standing over Derek, chest heaving, his d**k still twitching from how hard I’d squeezed it, when the bedroom door flew open. “What the hell is going on here?!” My mother’s voice cut through the room. I turned. She was standing in the doorway in her robe, hair in rollers, eyes wide as she took in the scene: Zoey on the floor with a busted lip and a swollen face, me with blood on my hands, Derek curled up on the bed holding his d**k like it was about to fall off. I pointed at them in tears. “Mum! Look at them. They’ve been fucking.” My mother looked at Zoey’s half-naked body. Looked at Derek’s wet d**k. Looked at the messed-up sheets. Looked at the rage still written all over my face. Then she shrugged. “Okay… and so?” And that single word, folks, made me think I was hallucinating because what the f**k!!!!!