Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
But now things are spinning out of control, out here under the open sky, both of us barreling towards something monumental. Something that can't be taken back. I can try to be slow, try to be gentle, but need is pulsing through me so intensely that I don't feel totally in control.
She whimpers and her eyes go wide when I tease her pussy, petting through her panties. The fabric is silky against my fingers, and when I pull them aside, I find her slick, her pussy swollen.
Her head drops to my chest, her soft, panting breaths fanning against the thin fabric of my T-shirt, making it grow damp. It's intoxicating.
"Luke." Her voice is needy, but her hands are timid as she clutches my shirt.
"Fuck, baby girl." I pause, using all my self-control to do so. "We need to slow down or I'm not going to be able to stop. You deserve—"
"No." For the first time since I first kissed her out here, there's stubbornness in her voice. "I don't want you to stop." Emma swallows hard but raises her chin, making a decision. "I want you to take me, Luke. Here and now."
All the threads of my control fray and snap, and I'm hanging on by my fingertips. "If you mean it, Emma, ask right."
My last bit of control is gone and I'm in freefall as she does just as I ask, making sure there's no turning back as the words leave her lips. "Fuck me, Daddy."
8
EMMA
Drunk on the taste of Luke's mouth, the memory of him defending me back at the restaurant, and the thought of how his head was between my legs this morning, I don't hold back. I tell Luke exactly what he wants to hear, call him that name so naughty but so exhilarating, and I can feel how he changes under my hands.
This is a turning point. It's jumping off the precipice, hoping someone will be there to catch me. That Luke will be there to catch me, that Daddy will make sure I'm safe and protected.
Luke's big body shudders as I give in.
"Fuck me, Daddy," I repeat, making sure he knows this isn't some slip of the tongue. I know exactly what I'm saying and how he needs to take care of me. "Please, Luke. Daddy, please. I can't stand it." I need to be closer, need more from him, need to feel the kind of intimacy I never knew existed until now.
The words ignite him, and Luke lets out a possessive growl that makes me tremble. "Anything you need, baby girl. Anytime, anywhere. Anything," he repeats his earlier words.
And then I can't think anymore because his fingers are in me, pushing inside my soaked slit with one forceful stroke that has me crying out into the darkness.
There's no room for thoughts, only sensations as Luke's finger presses up and in, a spot that has me crying out against his shoulder, clinging to him as though I'll fall. He presses that spot again and again, and I feel the tension growing inside, the need rising like a tidal wave, so large, so all-encompassing that I don't know if I'll survive when it comes crashing down.
"Come for Daddy, Emma." His voice sounds a million miles away, the pleasure coursing through me, putting me in a different world. "And once you do, I'm going to fuck you."
And it's that dirty, filthy word, so forbidden and delicious, that has me crashing over the edge of my climax, crying out to the skies, my nails digging into the fabric of Luke's shirt as he continues to thrust those fingers into my pussy, drawing out my release as long as possible.
When he draws his fingers from my soaked folds, the cold night air feels good on my heated skin, and I hear Luke suck those fingers into his mouth. My cheeks flush as he moans. "So sweet."
Now he's stripping his clothes off with a fervor—the vest, and then his shirt. Hearing the jangle of his belt coming off has my stomach tensing with fear and anticipation, and then the boots, jeans, and briefs are gone too. There's enough twilight to still see his body clearly, and it is. Holy shit. He's pure power—from his wide muscular shoulders to the bulging, hard biceps to the abs that make my fingers itch with the desire to trace their ridges. His chest and torso are covered with tattoos, but his most important piece of art is on full display—his thick, veiny cock that stands upright, throbbing for me.
Luke smiles fiercely when he sees me looking and fists his member in his hands. "Like what you see?" he asks, repeating the words he said to me the first night we met.
All I can do is nod.
"Take that dress off," he orders, slowly stroking himself as he sits on his knees, leaning back so I get the best view possible. "Panties, too. Slowly, Emma."