Page 19 of Biker Daddy's Girl

With that, he lowers his mouth, working my clit in it in earnest.

His thick fingers keep stroking that sensitive spot inside of me, and his mouth sucks and licks at my clit.

My back arches, and I buck my hips against him. "Daddy, please. I can't. I need. Oh God, Daddy. Luke..." I moan. Close. I'm so close!

He's merciless.

I feel Luke's hand reach up, fingers twisting one of my nipples between them, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. It's too much. I'm about to tip over the edge, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. "Please, Daddy. Please!" I cry out as I feel my orgasm start to build inside of me.

My legs tremble and I cry out as I finally go over the edge, my whole body shuddering from the intensity of it. Luke works me through it, staying with me as I come apart at the seams and slowly rebuild myself brick by brick. Finally, I crack my eyes open and look down.

He looks up at me with his brilliant blue eyes, a dark glint in them. I pull Luke up by his shirt, begging him for a kiss. He obliges, pressing his lips to mine. He tastes like me, his tongue exploring my mouth. My hands slide up underneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt, and I can feel his muscles rippling beneath my touch.

As my breathing slows, he breaks off the kiss and leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking perfect. I'm not ever letting you go."

"Good," I manage to whisper, still breathless from his kisses and the mind-blowing orgasm I've just had. I never want to be apart from him, either.

That's a wild thing to think, right? I barely know him, but my heart feels like it knows him. Like it's always known him.

The thoughts are too heavy for the slow bliss still coursing through me, so I pull him into another kiss and let my hands travel down his T-shirt-clad muscled chest, heading for this belt buckle. When I get there, though, he hisses, grabbing my wrists to stop me.

"Not yet, sweetheart," Luke tells me roughly. "If you touch me, I'm not going to be able to stop, and I want to make it perfect for you."

I open my mouth to complain, but he's not having it. Luke kneels, grabs my pajamas off the floor, and slowly, carefully helps me to dress once more. My legs are shaking, and I have to hold onto his shoulders to get the task accomplished. Our laughter echoes off the garage walls, but finally, I'm dressed.

Luke kisses me gently on the forehead. "Go shower. Get dressed. Text your roommate and let her know you're okay, and text me when you're ready to head to class. If you prance your gorgeous ass back into this garage again, then I'm not going to be able to get any work done and you'll never get back to school."

He gives me a soft slap on the butt, which has me laughing again, and even though I want to put myself right back into his arms, I do as Luke suggests and head back to the house.

I fire off a message to Sarah, letting her know that I'm fine and that nothing in the dorm was damaged, and ask about her sister. It's still early, so it's no surprise when she doesn't respond right away. By the time I shower, eat a piece of toast, and make fresh, hot coffee, I feel more like myself and less like a sex-crazed nymph.

Still hungry, I pop another piece of bread into the toaster, stirring sugar into my drink and contemplating everything that just happened. Wow. It was definitely unexpected, but it all felt so good. So right. And there was the way he called me his "good little girl", which lit my heart on fire.

The toast pops up, and I put my mug down on the countertop and spread butter and marmalade on it. My phone vibrates from its place on the countertop, and I pick it up to find a text from Sarah.

Sarah: My sister is fine, thank God, but she'll be in the hospital for a few days. My professor is deferring my exam until I get back next week so no worries there. Thankfully it's the middle of the semester and not finals or I'd be screwed. Anyway! I jumped out of my skin when I read the email from the school about the fire, so I'm glad I heard from you first. Now I can focus on everything here.

Me: So glad to hear she's okay.

I’m hoping the conversation will end there so I don't have to tell her about my strange accommodations for the moment. But Sarah is more clever than that.

Sarah: Sooo did they let you back in after the fire department cleared the place? Because I heard from a classmate that you rode off into the night with some hottie on the back of a motorcycle....which could only be Luke. Where are you right now, Emma?

My cheeks are flaming red, but I decide to just get it over with and tell her what happened.

Me: Um, yeah. The whole dorm was closed, so Luke said I could crash in the guest bedroom last night.

I swear I can hear Sarah grinning through the phone.

Sarah: And? You didn't sleep in there, right? How big is that bed of his, and is it comfy? You didn't actually sleep at all, am I right? Tell me everything. Don't hold back any of the good parts!

Resigned, I call her and put the phone on speaker while I finish my breakfast, placing it back on the countertop so I could sip my coffee while Sarah pried details out of me.

"Fine. But you cannot tell ANYONE any of this. It's weird and a little embarrassing. I can trust you, right? Like, not a word to anyone else."

I hear an exasperated huff on the other end of the line. "Yes, you're my bestie! And this is me. We tell each other everything!"

Taking a deep breath, I try to explain. She doesn't seem to believe I stayed in the guest room, even if it is the truth. I also censor things about the garage, downplaying it to a steamy kiss, which she also doesn't buy.

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