Page 18 of Biker Daddy's Girl

His eyebrows shoot up. "A virgin? Fuck." He doesn't exactly pull away but stands up straighter, hands that were all but cupping my bare ass and moving up to my back instead. "Emma, you're naked on my tool bench right now, I'm harder than steel, and now is when you tell me this?"

My cheeks flame, my breathing still ragged. "Yes," I breathe out. "I … sorry. I didn't think we'd go this fast."

"No, baby girl. No. It's not a bad thing. Fuck, it might be the best news I've ever heard in my life." When he looks up at me with those burning blue eyes, there's a possession in them more intense than anything I've ever known. "It means I'm going to make you mine in every sense of the word." He tweaks my nipples with his fingers, making me gasp. "All mine."

His voice is almost a growl, and it sends a thrill through my body. My nipples harden even more under his touch, and I feel my pussy getting wet with need.

"I'm going to suck these pretty nipples now, Emma," he rumbles, lowering his head so the harshness of his beard rasps against the sensitive peaks. "And then I'm going to eat your pussy until you're coming on my face like a good little girl."

"Oh God," I whisper, my voice trembling. But I'm not afraid, not at all. I know this is right, even as my body quivers at his words. I'm exactly where I need to be. "Please, Luke. Make me yours."

As he laves his tongue against my sensitive bud, the intensity of his mouth on my skin overwhelms me. I've never felt like this before, this urgent need for someone. "Not Luke. Not when we're like this," he says against my skin. "Call me Daddy."

He wants me to call him Daddy?

It sounds so forbidden, so dirty...

But so damn hot.

I don't know what it is about being here on Luke's tool bench, completely naked, with my bare ass pressed against the cold, hard metal. It's not that he's so much older than I am, not that he's a biker, a member of a motorcycle club, one of the Iron Guardians.

It's that he wants to take care of me. It's that I want to let him.

His gaze as he looks up at me tells me all the dirty, dirty things he's going to do to my body. It's enough to nearly send me over the edge without even touching me. My pussy is wet with need, my clit already throbbing and aching for release. And he hasn't even started yet.

Luke runs his tongue down the side of my breast, teasing my sensitive skin. I squirm under his touch, desperate for more, but he takes his time, savoring every inch of me.

He pauses for a moment to suckle on my nipple, and I feel it harden against his mouth, the sensation shooting straight down to my core. My fingers grip the edge of the table as he continues his assault on my senses, my breath coming in shallow pants now.

"Oh, God. Luke, please..." I whimper, my voice barely above a whisper. But he doesn't stop. If anything, he picks up the pace, licking and sucking and nibbling until I can barely take it anymore. My whole body is on fire now, my pussy throbbing with need. I want more, need more. But he's not ready to give it to me, not yet. He's in charge now, and he's going to make sure I feel every second of it.

Luke trails his tongue down the plane of my stomach, swirling it around my navel before continuing lower, down to the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. He strokes my skin with his hands as he goes, and the contrast between the softness of his touch and the coarseness of his beard is enough to make my head spin.

"Such a good little girl," he murmurs against my skin as he nears the apex of my thighs, his hot breath making my already-damp pussy even wetter. "Such a good girl for me. Tell Daddy what you want."

"I-I want you," I manage to breathe out, my voice shaking with desire. "I want you t-to lick me. Make me come. Please."

"Anything you want, baby girl." Luke spreads my thighs with his rough hands, baring my soaked folds. He strokes his thumb gently up my slit, and I buck against him, desperate for more friction. He chuckles at my neediness, then bends his head, pressing a soft kiss against my clit.

I moan as he flicks his tongue out to tease my sensitive bud, the pleasure rippling through my body in waves. I reach down and tangle my fingers in his thick hair, pulling him closer as I grind against his mouth. Luke doesn't hesitate to oblige, devouring my pussy like a man on a mission, licking and sucking and teasing until I'm sure I'm going to lose my mind.

My breathing is coming in short, ragged gasps now as I chase the edge of my release, every nerve ending in my body on fire.

"God, Luke, please. I need … I need more. Please don't stop," I manage to pant out, my voice shaking with desire.

To my utter frustration, he does stop. Luke's hands are still kneading my thighs, but his brilliant mouth and tongue aren't on me anymore. "That's the wrong name, baby." His eyes burn with intensity, with pure unadulterated desire for me. I'm desperate for him now, my body craving more. And he's just … looking at me? "I want to hear you say it."

My cheeks flush red at his words. "You … you want me to call you..." I can't believe we're talking about this when I'm so worked up, but Luke is looking at me so seriously, I can't just ignore him. Swallowing hard, I force the words out. "Please, Daddy. I need more. Please lick my pussy."

"Such a good little girl," he growls against my skin before plunging back down. I let out a long, shuddering moan as his tongue swirls against my clit, the sensations driving me wild. I've never felt anything like this before. The sheer intensity of his mouth on my most intimate places is enough to send me over the edge within minutes. But he knows my body better than I do, and he keeps me just at the precipice, pushing me to the brink but not quite letting me tumble over.

"Please..." I whimper, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I squirm on the cold steel of the bench. He's relentless, keeping me balanced on the edge of ecstasy. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with need and desire. And still, he holds me there, teetering on the edge, until I'm practically begging for release. "Oh God. Luke … Daddy. Please, I can't..."

I can't finish my thought because Luke slowly starts to feed two of his thick fingers into me. My body resists at first, the thick digits stretching me open, but I relax into the burning pleasure of it, my pussy slowly accommodating him until he reaches a barrier.

"This is going to hurt for just a second, but I'm going to make you feel so good you won't even notice," he promises. "We've gotta do it this way if you're going to take my cock."

He pushes his fingers past that thin membrane, and a sharp pain stabs at me, then recedes, replaced with a dull throbbing. The pressure and friction of his fingers sliding over my G-spot sends my hips bucking. "Fuck, you're tight," he rumbles against my skin. "And so damn responsive. Come for me, baby. Let me taste it."

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