Lucas groaned, his fingers still working inside her. Emily’s hips bucked involuntarily, chasing the sensation.
Christ, she thought hazily. I’ve never wanted anything this badly in my life.
“You want it all, don’t you?” Lucas growled. “Greedy little thing.”
Emily nodded frantically. “Yes, daddy. Please. I’m yours.”
She felt him shift, adjusting his position. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, teasing. Emily bit her lip, stifling a moan.
Fuck, she needed him inside her now. The ache was unbearable.
“Remember,” Lucas warned, “You have to stay quiet. Can you do that for daddy?”
Emily nodded again, not trusting her voice. Her fingers gripped the sheets, bracing herself.
In one swift motion, Lucas buried himself to the hilt again. Emily’s back arched off the bed, a strangled gasp escaping her lips before she could stop it.
Lucas’ eyes flashed with a mixture of desire and warning. He leaned in close, his breath hot against Emily’s ear. “If you don’t keep quiet, baby girl, I’ll spank you.”
A jolt of excitement shot through Emily’s core. “I’ll like that, daddy,” she breathed, her voice husky with need.
Lucas chuckled darkly. “I know you will, baby girl. But it’s punishment if I don’t let you come.”
Fuck. The thought of being denied release made Emily whimper. She was already so close, teetering on the edge. Her independent spirit warred briefly with her desperate need for release.
“I’ll be good, daddy,” she whispered, covering her mouth with her hand. Her eyes met his, silently pleading.
Lucas’ lips curved into a predatory smile. “That’s my good girl,” he murmured, beginning to move again.
Emily’s eyes rolled back, pleasure coursing through her body. She bit down on her palm, muffling her cries as Lucas’ cock hit all the right spots.
‘Don’t make a sound,’ she reminded herself. ‘You need this. You need him.’
Her free hand clawed at Lucas’ back, urging him closer, deeper. The dual sensations of his cock in her pussy and his fingers in her ass were overwhelming.
Emily’s world narrowed to this moment, this feeling. Nothing else mattered but Lucas and the exquisite pleasure he was giving her.
Lucas’ pace intensified, his hips snapping against hers with increasing urgency. Emily’s legs trembled over his shoulders as he drove into her relentlessly. The stretch in her ass burned deliciously, a counterpoint to the pleasure building in her core.
‘Fuck, fuck, fuck,’ Emily chanted silently, her teeth digging into her palm. She tasted salt – sweat or blood, she wasn’t sure. Didn’t care.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Lucas growled, his voice rough with exertion. “Take it all.”
Emily’s eyes locked onto his, drinking in the intensity of his gaze. The blue of his irises was nearly swallowed by black, pupils blown wide with lust. She could see the moment his control started to slip.
‘Good,’ she thought fiercely. ‘Lose it. Come apart with me.’
Her inner walls clenched around him, drawing a low groan from Lucas. “Fuck, Emily,” he hissed. “So tight, so perfect.”
The praise sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. She arched her back, taking him impossibly deeper.
Lucas’ fingers curled inside her ass, and Emily saw stars. She bit down harder on her hand, barely containing a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her.
The intensity of her climax rippled through her entire body, clenching around Lucas with a vice-like grip. Her vision blurred, overwhelmed by the sensation.
“Emily,” Lucas growled, his voice raw and primal. He thrust once, twice more before burying himself deep inside her, his whole body shuddering as he followed her over the edge.
For a moment, they remained frozen in that perfect, suspended state of bliss. Then, with a soft groan, Lucas carefully withdrew from her body. Emily whimpered at the loss, suddenly feeling empty and bereft.
Lucas collapsed beside her on the bed, his chest heaving. Emily turned her head to face him, drinking in the sight of him – flushed, disheveled, utterly magnificent. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple, and she had the overwhelming urge to lick it off.
Instead, she found herself speaking, her voice hoarse and raw. “I love you, daddy.” The words tumbled out before she could stop them. “And not just because you just fucked me senseless.”
Lucas’ eyes widened slightly, surprise flickering across his face before it softened into something warm and tender. He reached out, brushing a strand of sweat-dampened hair from her forehead.
“I love you too, baby girl,” he murmured, his touch gentle against her skin. “More than I can say.”
Emily chuckled, a hint of nervousness creeping into her voice. “Fuck, that still feels weird to say out loud, now I’m sober anyway.” She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow to face Lucas. Her free hand traced idle patterns on his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath her fingertips.
“You know, I told Sophia yesterday morning that I thought I loved you,” she confessed, her green eyes searching his face. “But then all that shit went down and…” She trailed off, biting her lower lip. “Every time I actually told you, I’d been drinking.”
Lucas’ brow furrowed slightly. “Does that make it less true?” he asked, his voice low and gravelly.
Emily shook her head emphatically. “No, fuck no. If anything, it’s more true.” She paused, collecting her thoughts. “It’s just… Alcohol made it easier to say, you know? Like I could blame it on the booze if you didn’t feel the same way.”
She let out a bitter laugh. “Christ, I sound like a fucking teenager with her first crush.”
Lucas reached up, cupping her face in his large hand. “Emily,” he said softly, his thumb brushing across her cheekbone. “You don’t need to be drunk to tell me how you feel. I want all of you – the good, the bad, the sober, the drunk. All of it.”
Emily leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, there was a fierce determination burning in their depths. “Well then, Lucas fucking Hart,” she said, her voice steady and sure. “I love you. Stone-cold sober and not sure what the future will bring, but I love you.”
Lucas’ eyes darkened with intensity as he leaned in close, his breath hot against her lips. “And I love you, Emily fucking Carter,” he growled.