Emily’s breath caught in her throat at the sight of him. She sat up, scooting to the edge of the bed. Her eyes locked with his as she leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.
Lucas inhaled sharply, his hand coming to rest on the back of her head. “Fuck, Emily,” he whispered.
Without breaking eye contact, Emily parted her lips and took him into her mouth. The taste of him, musky and masculine, sent a jolt of arousal straight to her core. She swirled her tongue around the head before taking him deeper, relishing in the way his fingers tightened in her hair.
“Christ,” Lucas groaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. “Your mouth feels incredible.”
Emily hummed in response, the vibrations making Lucas curse under his breath. She set a steady rhythm, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, shallow ones. Her hand came up to wrap around the base of his shaft, working in tandem with her mouth.
Lucas’ breathing grew ragged as Emily continued her ministrations. “Fuck, baby,” he panted. “If you keep that up, this is going to be over way too soon.”
Emily released him with a soft pop, her hand still gliding along his length. She smirked up at Lucas, her green eyes glinting mischievously.
“Can’t have that now, can we?” she purred, before running her tongue along the underside of his cock.
Lucas groaned, his fingers tightening in her hair. “Fucking hell, Emily. The sight of you like this… it’s incredible.”
She winked at him before taking him back into her mouth, this time relaxing her throat and taking him as deep as she could. Her nose brushed against his pelvis as she swallowed around him.
“Jesus Christ,” Lucas hissed, his hips jerking involuntarily. “How are you so goddamn perfect?”
Emily hollowed her cheeks, sucking hard as she pulled back. Her hand worked the base of his shaft in tandem with her mouth, twisting slightly on each upstroke.
Lucas’ breath came in ragged pants. “Fuck, baby girl. Your mouth… it’s fucking heaven.”
She hummed in agreement, the vibrations making Lucas curse under his breath. Emily could feel herself getting wetter with each moan and whispered praise from Lucas. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking some relief for the ache building between her legs.
“Emily,” Lucas groaned, his voice strained. “I’m close. So fucking close.”
Emily released Lucas with a deliberate, teasing slowness. Her green eyes locked onto his as she purred, “Fuck my mouth, Daddy.”
Lucas inhaled sharply, his eyes darkening with primal hunger. Without a word, he gripped her chestnut hair firmly and guided himself back between her waiting lips.
Emily relaxed her throat as Lucas began to thrust, setting a demanding pace. She focused on breathing through her nose, suppressing her gag reflex as he hit the back of her throat repeatedly.
‘God, he tastes good,’ she thought hazily, overwhelmed by his masculine scent and the feel of him sliding against her tongue.
Lucas groaned deeply. “Fuck, baby girl. Your mouth feels incredible.”
She hollowed her cheeks, increasing the suction. Lucas’ grip tightened reflexively in her hair as his hips stuttered.
Emily swallowed instinctively as he came, milking every drop from him. When he finally stilled, she slowly pulled back, letting him slip from between her swollen lips.
Meeting his gaze, Emily opened her mouth, proudly displaying the evidence of his release on her tongue. With deliberate sensuality, she made a show of licking her lips clean and swallowing.
“Christ,” Lucas breathed, collapsing onto the bed beside her. “You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.”
Emily smirked, immensely pleased with herself. “What a way to go though, right?”
She stretched out beside him, admiring the defined planes of his chest as it rose and fell rapidly. Despite their age difference, Lucas’ body put men half his age to shame.
Lucas leaned over Emily, his piercing blue eyes locking onto hers as he captured her lips in a searing kiss. His calloused hand slid up her neck, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp. The show of dominance sent a shiver down her spine.
Emily broke the kiss, her green eyes blazing with need as she met his gaze. Without breaking eye contact, she guided his free hand to her breast, encouraging him to cup the soft flesh. Her voice was husky with desire as she whispered, “Make me come, daddy.”
Lucas growled low in his throat, his grip on her neck tightening slightly. “Such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he murmured, his thumb brushing over her nipple.
Emily arched into his touch, her mind reeling. Part of her rebelled against surrendering control, but god, she wanted him so badly. “Please, daddy,” she breathed, surprising herself with the desperation in her voice.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Lucas said, a wicked glint in his eye. He trailed his hand down her body, savouring every curve and dip. When he reached the apex of her thighs, he smirked. “So wet for me already, baby girl.”
Emily bit her lip, fighting back a moan as his fingers teased her entrance. “Fuck, Lucas,” she gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily.
Emily’s gasp of pleasure was cut short as Lucas crashed his lips against hers, swallowing her cries. His fingers moved with practiced skill, stroking and curling inside her. She squeezed his hand on her throat, encouraging him to keep going. The pressure of his hand on her throat intensified, not enough to restrict her breathing but a clear assertion of control.
Her mind swam with conflicting emotions – the thrill of submission warring with her fiercely independent nature. But god, it felt so good to let go.
Lucas broke the kiss, his breath hot against her ear. “That’s it, baby girl. Let daddy take care of you.”
Emily whimpered, her hips rocking against his hand. “Fuck, daddy… don’t stop.”
He chuckled darkly, increasing the pace of his fingers. “Wouldn’t dream of it. You’re so fucking beautiful like this, coming apart for me.”
She clutched at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The dual sensations of his fingers inside her and the slight constriction on her throat were driving her wild.
“I’m close,” she gasped, feeling the tension building. “Please, daddy…”
Emily’s body trembled as Lucas hovered over her, his fingers working their magic inside her. He locked eyes with her, his gaze intense.
“You want one more finger, baby girl?” Lucas’ voice was low and husky.
Emily gasped, her hips bucking involuntarily. “Yes please, daddy. I’ll take everything you give me.”
The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Such a good girl,” he murmured.
He slowly pushed a third finger inside her, stretching her deliciously. Emily moaned, her walls fluttering around his fingers. She was so close already, teetering on the edge.
Lucas’ grip on her throat tightened slightly, just enough to make her breath catch. “Come for me, baby girl,” he commanded.
Before Emily could respond, his mouth crashed down on hers in a searing kiss. She cried out against his lips as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing over her again and again. Lucas swallowed her moans, not letting up until the last aftershocks had subsided.