watching as he straddled the large machine. The bike was huge and she wouldn’t trust it if it was under her.
“Climb on, princess.”
“I don’t want to climb on.”
“Get on.”
Rolling her eyes at his bossy words, she climbed on. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she squealed as he revved the engine.
“Are you ready for this, baby?”
“No.”
She didn’t get time to finish what she was saying before Shakes took off out of the compound. When they first started riding, she kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them. The minutes passed, and she finally opened her eyes. She wished she didn’t have the helmet on.
The helmet restricted the freedom of the air on her face.
All too soon their ride was coming to a close as Shakes pulled up outside of a garage. They were close to the grocery store.
Daniella climbed off the bike. Her legs now jelly so she leaned up against the wall.
Tugging the helmet off, she giggled. “That was totally amazing.”
Shakes stepped closer to her. “Glad you liked it.”
He stood right in front of her. His hands landed on either side of her head.
“Why did you take me out for a ride?” she asked, licking her lips. She wasn’t going to complain. The bike ride was the best experience of her life, not that she’d had all that many experiences.
“So I can do this.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back.
She gasped as he slammed his lips down on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, stroking over her tongue. Shakes deepened the kiss, rubbing his cock against her mound.
There was nowhere for her to turn to or run to. He surrounded her, consuming her mouth.
Shakes bit her lip, pulling away. “I couldn’t do that with everyone looking. We’re under strict rules to keep our hands off.”
“Then why did you do it.”
He took her hand, pressing it against his cock. “From the first moment I saw you, you’ve made me fucking hard.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not ready.” She was scared, excited, nervous.
“I’m not going to pressure you for sex, Daniella. You’re in college and I know there are boys there that don’t have control over their dick.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing this so that when you go back to college, you know who you belong to.”
“And who do I belong to?” she asked, intrigued. No man had ever staked a claim before.
“Me.”
She shouldn’t get a thrill from his word but she did.
Fucked, she was well and truly fucked.
Zeke stared at his cell phone for the longest time. He didn’t like his relationship with Daniella. There was a time when she’d jump at any chance to spend time together or talk. Her bitch of a mother had ruined it all.
“What are you doing?” Francesca asked, leaning against his arm. The devil speaks.
Staring at the woman he’d fucked to get Daniella, Zeke couldn’t think of a reason why he’d been with her. She was plastic; she couldn’t smile because of the Botox in her face. Her tits were too big, they didn’t move. Every part of her was fake and vile, including her personality.
“Aw, is Daniella giving you the brush off. How is little tubby doing?”
He grabbed Francesca around her throat, slamming her to the table. She cried out, clawing at his wrist.
“If I hear another nasty word out of your mouth about our daughter, I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you wish you hadn’t come back here.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter, relishing the sight of her fighting for breath.
Kill the bitch.
Zeke had a lot to make up for with Daniella. He’d left his little baby girl with this monster thinking she was going to be safe. Daniella had become withdrawn as she’d grown up and he was spending more time away. When he came home, she wasn’t cuddly, just withdrawn. He’d give anything now just to have her cuddly again. Anyway, when he’d seen the diet shakes in the fridge and the weight machines, he’d gotten suspicious. Installing cameras around the
“Climb on, princess.”
“I don’t want to climb on.”
“Get on.”
Rolling her eyes at his bossy words, she climbed on. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she squealed as he revved the engine.
“Are you ready for this, baby?”
“No.”
She didn’t get time to finish what she was saying before Shakes took off out of the compound. When they first started riding, she kept her eyes closed, not daring to open them. The minutes passed, and she finally opened her eyes. She wished she didn’t have the helmet on.
The helmet restricted the freedom of the air on her face.
All too soon their ride was coming to a close as Shakes pulled up outside of a garage. They were close to the grocery store.
Daniella climbed off the bike. Her legs now jelly so she leaned up against the wall.
Tugging the helmet off, she giggled. “That was totally amazing.”
Shakes stepped closer to her. “Glad you liked it.”
He stood right in front of her. His hands landed on either side of her head.
“Why did you take me out for a ride?” she asked, licking her lips. She wasn’t going to complain. The bike ride was the best experience of her life, not that she’d had all that many experiences.
“So I can do this.” He cupped her face, tilting her head back.
She gasped as he slammed his lips down on hers. His tongue plundered her mouth, stroking over her tongue. Shakes deepened the kiss, rubbing his cock against her mound.
There was nowhere for her to turn to or run to. He surrounded her, consuming her mouth.
Shakes bit her lip, pulling away. “I couldn’t do that with everyone looking. We’re under strict rules to keep our hands off.”
“Then why did you do it.”
He took her hand, pressing it against his cock. “From the first moment I saw you, you’ve made me fucking hard.”
“I can’t do this. I’m not ready.” She was scared, excited, nervous.
“I’m not going to pressure you for sex, Daniella. You’re in college and I know there are boys there that don’t have control over their dick.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’m doing this so that when you go back to college, you know who you belong to.”
“And who do I belong to?” she asked, intrigued. No man had ever staked a claim before.
“Me.”
She shouldn’t get a thrill from his word but she did.
Fucked, she was well and truly fucked.
Zeke stared at his cell phone for the longest time. He didn’t like his relationship with Daniella. There was a time when she’d jump at any chance to spend time together or talk. Her bitch of a mother had ruined it all.
“What are you doing?” Francesca asked, leaning against his arm. The devil speaks.
Staring at the woman he’d fucked to get Daniella, Zeke couldn’t think of a reason why he’d been with her. She was plastic; she couldn’t smile because of the Botox in her face. Her tits were too big, they didn’t move. Every part of her was fake and vile, including her personality.
“Aw, is Daniella giving you the brush off. How is little tubby doing?”
He grabbed Francesca around her throat, slamming her to the table. She cried out, clawing at his wrist.
“If I hear another nasty word out of your mouth about our daughter, I’m going to spend the rest of the night making you wish you hadn’t come back here.” He squeezed her throat a little tighter, relishing the sight of her fighting for breath.
Kill the bitch.
Zeke had a lot to make up for with Daniella. He’d left his little baby girl with this monster thinking she was going to be safe. Daniella had become withdrawn as she’d grown up and he was spending more time away. When he came home, she wasn’t cuddly, just withdrawn. He’d give anything now just to have her cuddly again. Anyway, when he’d seen the diet shakes in the fridge and the weight machines, he’d gotten suspicious. Installing cameras around the
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