His hands continued their exploration, mapping every inch of her body with reverent touches. Emily’s breath caught in her throat as his fingers skimmed lower, teasing along her inner thighs.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, her hips lifting involuntarily. “Don’t make me beg.”
He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Oh baby girl,” he said, his eyes locked on hers. “You know I enjoy having you beg.”
Emily gasped as Lucas’ fingers slid inside her, her body arching instinctively. The sudden rush of pleasure made her head spin.
“Oh fuck,” she breathed, barely able to form words.
Lucas curled his fingers expertly, finding that perfect spot that made her see stars. Just as a cry of ecstasy was about to escape her lips, his other hand clamped over her mouth, muffling the sound.
Emily’s eyes widened in surprise, meeting Lucas’ intense gaze. There was a glint of mischief there, mixed with raw desire.
“Shh,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. “Wouldn’t want to wake Sophia, would we?”
Emily shook her head slightly, her breath coming in short pants against his palm. Every nerve ending in her body felt like it was on fire.
Lucas continued his ministrations, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm that had Emily writhing beneath him. She gripped the sheets tightly, desperate for something to anchor her as waves of pleasure washed over her.
‘Holy shit,’ Emily thought hazily. ‘How does he always know exactly what to do?’
She arched her back further, pressing herself against his hand. A muffled moan escaped despite Lucas’ efforts to keep her quiet.
He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. “That’s it, baby girl. Let go for me.”
The low rumble of his voice combined with the relentless pressure of his fingers was too much. Emily’s eyes rolled back as she tumbled over the edge, her entire body shuddering with release.
Lucas kept his hand firmly over her mouth, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he worked her through the intense orgasm. Only when the last tremors had subsided did he slowly remove his hand, replacing it with a tender kiss.
“Fuck,” Emily panted when she could finally speak again. “That was…”
“Just the beginning,” Lucas finished with a wicked grin.
Lucas’ warm breath tickled Emily’s ear as he whispered, his voice husky with desire. “I’m going to make you come again, baby girl. Your choice how.”
Emily’s heart raced, her body still tingling from his touch. She opened her mouth to respond, but Lucas pressed a finger to her lips.
“Shh,” he murmured. “You have to be quiet, or I won’t let you finish. What do you want?”
Emily’s mind reeled with possibilities. Damn, how was she supposed to choose? And stay quiet? She bit her lip, considering.
Lucas’ piercing blue eyes watched her intently, a hint of amusement dancing in them. Always so in control, even now. It was infuriating and arousing all at once.
She reached up, trailing her fingers along his stubbled jaw. Fuck it.
“Your mouth,” Emily breathed. “I want your mouth on me.”
A slow, wicked grin spread across Lucas’ face. “Good choice, baby girl.”
Lucas’ lips brushed against Emily’s neck, sending shivers down her spine. His kisses trailed lower, teeth grazing her collarbone as his hands caressed her sides. Emily’s breath hitched, her body arching into his touch.
“Fuck,” she whispered, fingers tangling in his hair.
Lucas’ tongue swirled around her nipple, drawing a muffled whimper from her throat. He glanced up, eyes dark with desire. “Remember, baby girl. Quiet.”
Emily nodded, biting her lip hard as he continued his torturous descent. His stubble scratched deliciously against her inner thighs, so close to where she needed him most.
When his tongue finally made contact with her core, Emily’s hips bucked involuntarily. “Oh god,” she gasped, quickly clamping a hand over her mouth to stifle her cries.
Lucas’ strong arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place as he explored every sensitive fold. His tongue circled her clit before dipping inside, alternating between teasing licks and deep strokes that made her see stars.
Emily’s free hand gripped the sheets, her body trembling with the effort to stay silent. Lucas was relentless, his skilled mouth pushing her closer and closer to the edge.
‘Fuck, how is he so good at this?’ She was fighting to keep her eyes open and locked on his. The intensity in his gaze nearly undid her there and then.
Emily’s chest heaved as she struggled to maintain control. Lucas’ tongue delved deeper, curling inside her in a way that made her toes curl. She bit down on her palm, tasting salt and desperation.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Lucas murmured against her slick flesh. “Let go for me.”
His words vibrated through her core, sending shockwaves of pleasure radiating outward. Emily’s hips rocked against his face, chasing the release that hovered just out of reach.
“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her mind a haze of lust and need.
Lucas doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips as he slid two fingers inside her. The dual sensation was overwhelming, and Emily felt herself teetering on the brink.
“Lucas,” she whimpered, barely audible behind her hand. “Please…”
He curled his fingers, hitting that spot that made her see stars, and Emily came undone. Her body tensed, waves of ecstasy crashing over her as she fought to keep quiet.
Lucas didn’t let up, drawing out her orgasm until she was a quivering mess beneath him. When he finally pulled away, Emily let out a shaky breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
“Holy shit,” she panted, arm thrown over her eyes.
Lucas chuckled, pressing a kiss to her inner thigh. “You did so well, baby girl. So fucking beautiful.”
Lucas crawled back up her body, his piercing blue eyes locked on hers. Emily’s heart raced, a mixture of post-orgasmic bliss and nervous anticipation coursing through her veins.
“You’ve been so good,” he murmured, his voice low and husky. “What do you really want, Emily?”
She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. The weight of his body on hers, the warmth of his skin – it was intoxicating. Emily’s mind raced, torn between her desire and the lingering fear of vulnerability.
‘Fuck it,’ she thought. ‘I’m all in.’
“Whatever you want, daddy,” she breathed, her fingers tangling in his salt-and-pepper hair. “I’m yours to play with.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened, a primal hunger evident in his gaze. He claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, stealing what little breath she had left.
“Christ, Emily,” he groaned against her lips. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
She arched against him, relishing the feel of his hardness pressed against her thigh. “Show me,” she challenged, a hint of her usual sass returning.
Lucas grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. “Oh, I intend to, baby girl. I intend to.”
Lucas’ eyes gleamed with mischief as he leaned in close. “Ever taken a man in your ass, baby girl?”
Emily’s breath caught. She felt a flush creep up her neck at his bold question. “Just toys, Daddy. That’s it.”
His large hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, but a clear show of dominance. Emily’s pulse raced beneath his fingers.
“And what did you think?” Lucas’ voice was low, dangerous.
Emily swallowed hard, hyper-aware of his touch. Her mind raced, remembering the burn, the fullness. The taboo thrill of it.
“I think…” she paused, meeting his intense gaze. “I think it could be really good. With the right person.”
A slow smile spread across Lucas’ face. “Is that so?” His thumb stroked her jaw.
Emily nodded, heat pooling low in her belly. “Yes, Daddy.”
The pressure on her throat increased slightly. Not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who was in charge. Emily’s eyelids fluttered. Holy fuck, this man would be the death of her. And what a way to go.
Emily’s breath hitched as Lucas’ fingers traced circles on her lower back. His touch sent electric shocks through her body, igniting a fire deep within.
“How do you feel about trying, baby girl?” Lucas’ deep voice rumbled against her ear.
Emily’s heart raced. She’d fantasized about this, but never dared to ask. Now he was offering… She swallowed hard.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” she whispered. “Use me however you want.”
Lucas groaned, his grip on her hip tightening. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” He nipped at her earlobe. “We’ll start small. Just one finger at first.”
Emily nodded eagerly, grinding back against him.
“Then we’ll work on stretching you nice and slow,” he continued, voice husky. “Until that tight little ass of yours can take my cock.”
“Yes, please,” Emily whimpered. Her mind raced with vivid images of Lucas buried deep inside her. She wanted it so badly it hurt.
Lucas chuckled darkly. “So eager. Don’t worry, baby. I’ll take good care of you.”