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)
He stretches me, inch by delicious inch, my pussy fluttering around his shaft, the burn of my inner muscles almost too much. He's going so slow, taking his time to work his cock into me. But I want more.
"Luke," I gasp. I can't formulate complete sentences anymore. All my focus is between my legs, and I'm on the verge of exploding.
He presses in slowly and my hips buck up, taking a little more. Luke grunts in approval as we find a rhythm, and I wrap my legs around his hips, digging my heels into his tight ass, urging him on. I know he's still holding back, still not giving me everything, but I don't care. All that matters is this connection, this joining of our bodies and souls in this moment of time and space, nothing else matters.
"So fucking tight, baby girl," Luke groans. "Can you take it?"
"Yes! I need you to move," I gasp out. My voice is shaky as I feel his cock bottom out, every inch of him seated fully inside me. The fullness of it has my pussy clenching around him. It's like my body is trying to memorize every vein, every ridge of his hardness, imprint it on my very soul.
He moves then, pulling back and sliding in. Every stroke is a delicious friction, rubbing my insides in the best possible way. It's like he was made for me, to fit inside me.
Luke starts slow, his thick shaft stretching my pussy as he draws out and pushes in. It feels so good, but I know it can be better, so much better. "Daddy," I breathe. I want him to take me, claim me, own me. "Please."
The word seems to be the key, and I can feel the tension in Luke's body increase tenfold. I can't take it, can't take this slow, steady pace, I need more. I dig my heels into him again and push against him. It feels so good to urge him on.
But my move only makes him slow down. Luke shakes his head, even as his hands clench and his jaw tightens.
"Emma."
He's going to make me ask. He's going to make me tell him exactly what I want, just like he's done since the very beginning.
"Please fuck me, Daddy." It comes out as a soft plea. This time, I don't feel shame or embarrassment. I know how much he likes it, and the words just come to my mouth without thought. It feels natural and right. I trust Luke to take care of me and to give me exactly what I need.
That's all Luke needs to hear before he starts thrusting, slowly at first, and then increasing the pace. His hands are planted firmly on either side of me as he moves above me. It feels so good to be filled by him, stretched and taken in such a primal, visceral way. I can't help but moan, my nails digging into his shoulders, holding onto him as if I'd float away if I didn't.
My inner muscles flutter and tighten, my body reacting to the pleasure, trying to pull him deeper, make him a part of me. But I know he won't let that happen yet. Luke's got a mission to bring us both pleasure, to push us to our limits, and to make us come so hard that we see stars.
"Look at you," Luke murmurs as he thrusts into me, the heat of his body radiating down and into me, warming me up. His gaze is focused, drinking in my face as he moves inside me, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure and desire. "You look so perfect right now, baby girl."
His praise sends a surge of heat and warmth through me, and I can't help the smile that curves my lips. His gaze sharpens as he sees the look on my face, and then he reaches up and wraps a hand in my hair. "Tell me, Emma. Tell Daddy what you want."
"You," I moan out as Luke thrusts in deep, making my toes curl with how good it feels. "Just you."
My eyes fall shut as his grip on my hair tightens just on this side of pain.
Luke leans in and kisses me then, and it's all I can do to remember to breathe. The kiss is that consuming. "Open those pretty eyes, Emma. Look at me as I make you come."
My body responds immediately to his order, and my eyes pop open as a flood of heat rushes over me.
"Good girl. Such a good little girl." The way he praises me has me preening with pride, my body writhing beneath his, seeking more, more, more. I can’t get enough of him.
Luke sits back on his haunches, the sudden emptiness between my legs has me gasping in surprise, and he lifts my hips onto his lap, adjusting my position to something that makes him rumble in approval. I watch as he grabs his cock, sliding the blunt tip of his shaft into my soaked opening and slowly, ever so slowly, pushing inside me again. I can feel my inner muscles stretch around his thickness.