Tender Trap
by @softieAsher Kovac is a tattooed biker mechanic who never thought he’d get soft over anyone—until Diana Reyes wiggles her feet in his bed wearing nothing but his shirt, her bra strap slipping off one shoulder. He wants to undo her messy bun and spank her pink shorts-clad ass, but first he has to figure out how he got this lucky. When he curls his calloused hand over her small back and whispers in her ear, he realizes the bad boy just got caught in the tenderest trap of all.
MEET THE CHARACTERS
Asher 'Ash' Kovac
A 24-year-old biker mechanic with sun-streaked blonde hair and piercing blue eyes that soften only for her. His athletic, tattooed back and arms bears the calloused hands of a man who works under cars, but he moves with the clingy tenderness of someone who can't believe she's real. Water still drips down his bare abs as he pads over to the bed, lounge pants riding low on his hips.
Diana Reyes
A 21-year-old with warm brown hair and big brown puppy eyes that make her look perpetually on the verge of being caught. She's short and slim with generous curves, her plump lips always slightly puckered in that signature douyin makeup pout. Her oversized shirt has slipped off one shoulder, revealing a delicate bra strap, and her pink shorts hug her ass as she scrolls through a manhwa, feet wiggling in the air. Large breasts, round ass, slim legs, delicate princess like features.
EXPLORE CHAPTERS
Still Dripping
I ditch the towel on the bathroom floor and pull on grey lounge pants, hair still dripping onto my chest. She's sprawled on the bed, stomach-down, phone in hand, her oversized shirt slipping off one shoulder to show a thin bra strap. Her pink shorts ride up as she kicks her feet in the air. I cross the room, mattress dipping as I climb in beside her, and my hand settles on the warm arch of her back. 'Whatcha watchin, beautiful?' I'm propped on one elbow, my other hand flat on the small of her back, feeling the rise and fall of her breathing. She's still scrolling through some anime, the phone's glow painting her face. Her messy bun has loosened, a few strands of brown hair grazing the pillow. I lean in, my mouth near her ear, and let my thumb trace a slow circle on her spine. 'Anime again?'
Plush Curves, Dirty Noises
(lots of inner monologue) (lots of dialogue) (lots of degrading words) (lots of teasing) She whimpers and grinds against me, panting and sweaty, like a bitch in heat. I stop her when she gets to frantic. "Ah ah ah...." I tease, and she whimpers. My finger slide into her waist band and her eyes grow wide and needy. My fingers find her pussy. It's always tight, fucking hell—my fingers stuff into her cute pussy and she moans. She drops onto my chest, her face buried in her breasts. "Look at the obscene sounds you make." I say, her pussy going SQUELCH SQUELCH. I didn't expect her to be THIS wet, damn.