Lucas gazed down at Emily, her flushed skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. His piercing blue eyes searched her face, taking in every detail of her post-orgasmic bliss.
“How do you feel, baby girl?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Emily’s green eyes fluttered open, a lazy smile spreading across her lips. “So good, Daddy,” she purred, her voice thick with satisfaction.
A pleased grin tugged at the corner of Lucas’ mouth. “Good,” he murmured. “I want my baby girl to feel good.”
He leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, the other still resting lightly on her throat. His lips brushed against hers in a tender kiss, a stark contrast to the heated passion of moments before.
Emily arched her back, pressing her body against his.
He deepened the kiss, his tongue sliding against hers as his hand moved from her throat to cup her breast. Emily moaned into his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair.
When they finally broke apart, both were breathing heavily. Lucas looked down at Emily, marveling at how she could look so innocent and so wanton at the same time.
“You’re something else, you know that?” he said, shaking his head in wonder.
Emily grinned up at him, a mischievous glint in her eye. “I try,” she quipped.
Emily guided Lucas’ hand back to her throat, her pulse quickening beneath his fingers. The pressure sent a delicious shiver down her spine.
“You liked that, huh, baby girl?” Lucas murmured, his deep voice rumbling through her.
“Yes daddy, I liked that,” Emily breathed, her core aching with need.
Lucas’ blue eyes darkened as he gazed down at her, drinking in the sight of her flushed skin and parted lips. Emily arched her back, pressing herself against him.
“Please,” she whispered.
Lucas tightened his grip on her throat ever so slightly, just enough to make her gasp. Emily’s mind went hazy with desire, lost in the exquisite tension between pleasure and restraint.
She rocked her hips against him, desperate for friction. “I need you inside me. Now. Please, daddy.”
“So impatient,” Lucas chuckled. But Emily could see the barely controlled lust in his eyes. He wanted her just as badly.
Emily’s breath caught as Lucas’ fingers tightened around her throat. The pressure sent a jolt of electricity straight to her core.
“Daddy, please,” she whimpered, arching into his touch.
Lucas trailed his free hand across her chest, calloused fingertips grazing her sensitive skin. “You want something, baby girl?” he murmured, voice low and gravelly. “Then beg for it. If you ask nicely enough, I might just give you what you need.”
Emily’s mind raced. Part of her bristled at the idea of begging, that fiercely independent streak pushing back. But a larger part of her craved the release only Lucas could provide.
“Please, Daddy,” she breathed. “I need you inside me. Fill me up, make me yours.” The words tumbled out, raw and unfiltered.
Lucas’ blue eyes darkened with lust. “That’s my good girl,” he purred. His grip on her throat loosened slightly as he rolled a condom on and positioned himself between her thighs.
Emily’s heart pounded. This was it – a moment of surrender, of allowing herself to be truly vulnerable. As Lucas teased her entrance, she silently vowed to savour every sensation, consequences be damned.
Emily’s pulse raced as Lucas’ breath tickled her ear. His hand on her throat sent shivers down her spine.
“Ready, baby girl?” he growled, voice husky with desire.
Her body ached for him. “Yes daddy, please,” she whimpered. “I need you. I need you to use me.”
Lucas bit down on her earlobe, sending sparks of pleasure-pain through her. In one swift motion, he thrust inside her, filling her completely. His hand tightened slightly on her neck as he bottomed out.
Emily gasped, overwhelmed by the dual sensations. Her mind went blank except for the feeling of Lucas stretching her, claiming her, owning her.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Lucas groaned. He started a punishing rhythm, each thrust driving her further into ecstasy.
She tried to form words, to beg for more, but all that came out were broken moans. Her fingers clutched desperately at the sheets as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her.
Lucas’ grip on her throat tightened further, just enough to heighten every sensation.
“That’s it, take it all,” he commanded. “Show daddy how much you love this.”
Emily’s body responded instinctively, clenching around him as her orgasm built. She was so close, teetering right on the edge of bliss.
“Please,” she managed to choke out. “Please, daddy. I need-”
Lucas cut her off with a particularly deep thrust that had her seeing stars. “I know exactly what you need, baby girl. And I’ll give it to you when I’m good and ready.”
Emily’s breath caught as Lucas leaned in close, his stubble grazing her flushed cheek. His hips snapped against hers relentlessly, sending jolts of pleasure through her trembling body with each powerful thrust.
“Who do you belong to, baby girl?” he growled, his hot breath tickling her ear.
“You, daddy,” she gasped out between moans. “Please make me come, daddy. I need you so badly.”
His hand tightened ever so slightly around her throat, the pressure heightening every sensation. Emily’s mind went blank except for the overwhelming need coursing through her veins. Nothing else mattered but this moment, this man, this all-consuming pleasure.
Lucas nipped at her earlobe, drawing a sharp cry from her lips. “That’s right, baby girl. You’re all mine.”
His free hand slid down her sweat-slicked body to where they were joined. Emily’s back arched off the bed as his fingers found her sensitive bundle of nerves, circling and stroking in time with his thrusts.
“Oh god, don’t stop,” she pleaded, her nails raking down his back. She was so close, teetering right on the edge of bliss.
“Come for me,” Lucas commanded, his voice rough with desire. “Let go, baby girl. I’ve got you.”
And with those words, she shattered. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her as she cried out his name. Her inner walls clenched around him, pulling him deeper. Through the haze of her orgasm, she dimly registered Lucas’ groan of completion as he followed her over the edge.
Lucas tossed the used condom in the bin and padded back to the bed. Emily lay there motionless, her chest still heaving, a light sheen of sweat glistening on her flushed skin. He slid in beside her, pulling her limp form against his chest. His fingers stroked through her tousled hair as she nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
“That was fucking amazing,” she murmured, her breath hot against his skin.
He chuckled, the rumble reverberating through her. “Glad you enjoyed yourself, baby girl.”
Emily’s lips curved into a lazy smile. She felt boneless, utterly spent in the best way possible. Lucas’ strong arms around her, his steady heartbeat beneath her ear, anchored her as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away.
“I think you broke me,” she mumbled.
“Good. That was the goal.” His hand traced idle patterns on her back. “Though I hope not permanently. I’ve got plans for you later.”
She managed a weak swat at his chest. “Insatiable old man.”
“Hey now, watch who you’re calling old.” He gave her ass a playful squeeze.
Emily’s heart still raced as she caught her breath, nestled against Lucas’ chest. His fingers trailed lazy patterns on her skin, sending pleasant tingles through her body.
Lucas’ voice rumbled through her. “How’d you feel about giving up control like that this time, baby girl?”
She took a moment to gather her thoughts. “Fucking amazing,” Emily admitted, her voice muffled against his neck. She pulled back slightly to meet his piercing blue eyes. “But I don’t think I want to give up control that much every single time.”
Her mind whirred, processing the intensity of what they’d just shared. It had been exhilarating, freeing even, to let go so completely. But a part of her, the fiercely independent part, bristled at the idea of relinquishing control as a constant.
Lucas nodded, his expression understanding. “That’s fine, baby girl. As long as we talk to each other about it, it’ll be amazing.”
Relief washed over Emily. She’d half-expected him to be disappointed, but his easy acceptance warmed her.
“I’ll let you lead,” Lucas continued, his thumb tracing her jawline. “If you want me to take control, you tell me. Deal?”
A grin spread across Emily’s face. She held out her little finger, a playful glint in her eye. “Pinky promise?”
Lucas chuckled, the sound deep and rich. He linked his finger with hers, sealing their agreement. “Pinky promise, you cheeky minx.”
Emily laughed, snuggling closer to him. She felt safe, respected, and utterly satisfied. It was a heady combination.