Page 25 of Biker Daddy's Girl

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."

My hands are shaking so badly I can hardly work the zipper, but when it slides down and the dress falls away from my skin, Luke's groan is enough to help me forget my nerves.

The way he looks at me, like he wants to eat me alive, is intoxicating.

"Don't move," Luke commands. He stands and walks behind me. "What a sweet little ass you have, Emma." His words have my stomach in knots as I feel his breath at the back of my neck. He leans in close, pressing a soft kiss at the junction where my neck meets my shoulder, and bites.

I cry out, feeling that sharp bite, the pain a direct line to the molten need growing between my legs. "Oh!" I cry out as he soothes the sting with the flat of his tongue before sucking on that spot. It feels like there are too many sensations at once, but all of them are too good for me to focus on anyone in particular.

He works the clasp of my bra open. It slides down my arms to the blanket beneath. Then he reaches around, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples in just the right amount of painful pleasure to make my toes curl. He growls deep in his throat and squeezes even tighter. I squirm in his hold, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but unable to move because Luke has me held tight. I feel my body go lax against him, giving up any fight and trusting in Luke's strength to support me.

"Fuck." I hear Luke breathe against the sensitive skin of my neck. He brings both his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rubbing my nipples. "Look how gorgeous these tits are, Emma. God, you are fucking perfect, you know that?"

My chest heaves with need as Luke's words make the heat grow. My eyes drop and I notice the way his strong tanned hands look against my pale, smooth skin. My nipples are pebbled and Luke continues to tease them. It's almost like he can read my mind, the way he knows exactly how to make me come alive under his touch.

"I could spend hours touching these. Just playing with them and making you come, over and over." I know he's telling the truth, and the idea makes me moan with need. I reach up and curl my hand over his, encouraging him to keep doing exactly what he's doing. The sharp sting of pain as he pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers sends little electric pulses of desire straight to my pussy, and I can't stop myself from rubbing my legs together. The motion makes Luke's hands leave my breasts. But this is far from over.

"Lie back, baby girl." Luke's voice is firm as he takes control. "Put your arms over your head."

I do as he asks, and when he taps the inside of my knees, I let them fall open. He settles between them, and I can't look away. I'm mesmerized by the sight of him kneeling between my legs. His cock is huge, so thick and veiny I don't know how he'll fit inside me.

Luke seems determined to find out. His fingers slip into my wet slit again, stroking my clit and my opening in a maddening pattern that keeps me just on the edge but not pushing me over.

"Daddy," I gasp as he slips one finger into me. The fullness of it makes my legs twitch, but his palm pressed firmly to my clit holds me still. He slides another finger into me, and this time, he presses deep, seeking the same spot he hit with his fingers earlier.

"Does that feel good, Emma?" His fingers thrust again and the heel of his palm grinds down against my sensitive clit. I'm already on edge from his earlier touch. This has me clenching my hands into fists, my toes curling as my heels dig into the blanket below us, and I cry out in need. I need him so badly. I can feel my body readying itself to orgasm, feel the need rising higher, threatening to consume me.

Luke stops his movements before I can reach that peak. I can't stop the low cry of disappointment from slipping past my lips as I squirm, my hips bucking, begging for more of that delicious pressure.

Luke lets out a soft growl in the darkness of the barn as his hand leaves my pussy. I don't have long to feel bereft. Luke moves up over my body, his strong legs pushing my thighs wider. The length of his body is hot and heavy over mine.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my soaked pussy and I shudder in anticipation. Luke is big, maybe too big, but we're both too far gone now. He presses into me, and my body has to adjust.

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