Chapter 8

8

EMMA

D runk on the taste of Luke's mouth, the memory of him defending me back at the restaurant, and the thought of how his head was between my legs this morning, I don't hold back. I tell Luke exactly what he wants to hear, call him that name so naughty but so exhilarating, and I can feel how he changes under my hands.

This is a turning point. It's jumping off the precipice, hoping someone will be there to catch me. That Luke will be there to catch me, that Daddy will make sure I'm safe and protected.

Luke's big body shudders as I give in.

"Fuck me, Daddy," I repeat, making sure he knows this isn't some slip of the tongue. I know exactly what I'm saying and how he needs to take care of me. "Please, Luke. Daddy, please. I can't stand it." I need to be closer, need more from him, need to feel the kind of intimacy I never knew existed until now.

The words ignite him, and Luke lets out a possessive growl that makes me tremble. "Anything you need, baby girl. Anytime, anywhere. Anything," he repeats his earlier words.

And then I can't think anymore because his fingers are in me, pushing inside my soaked slit with one forceful stroke that has me crying out into the darkness.

There's no room for thoughts, only sensations as Luke's finger presses up and in, a spot that has me crying out against his shoulder, clinging to him as though I'll fall. He presses that spot again and again, and I feel the tension growing inside, the need rising like a tidal wave, so large, so all-encompassing that I don't know if I'll survive when it comes crashing down.

"Come for Daddy, Emma." His voice sounds a million miles away, the pleasure coursing through me, putting me in a different world. "And once you do, I'm going to fuck you."

And it's that dirty, filthy word, so forbidden and delicious, that has me crashing over the edge of my climax, crying out to the skies, my nails digging into the fabric of Luke's shirt as he continues to thrust those fingers into my pussy, drawing out my release as long as possible.

When he draws his fingers from my soaked folds, the cold night air feels good on my heated skin, and I hear Luke suck those fingers into his mouth. My cheeks flush as he moans. "So sweet."

Now he's stripping his clothes off with a fervor—the vest, and then his shirt. Hearing the jangle of his belt coming off has my stomach tensing with fear and anticipation, and then the boots, jeans, and briefs are gone too. There's enough twilight to still see his body clearly, and it is. Holy shit. He's pure power—from his wide muscular shoulders to the bulging, hard biceps to the abs that make my fingers itch with the desire to trace their ridges. His chest and torso are covered with tattoos, but his most important piece of art is on full display—his thick, veiny cock that stands upright, throbbing for me.

Luke smiles fiercely when he sees me looking and fists his member in his hands. "Like what you see?" he asks, repeating the words he said to me the first night we met.

All I can do is nod.

"Take that dress off," he orders, slowly stroking himself as he sits on his knees, leaning back so I get the best view possible. "Panties, too. Slowly, Emma."

My hands are shaking so badly I can hardly work the zipper, but when it slides down and the dress falls away from my skin, Luke's groan is enough to help me forget my nerves.

The way he looks at me, like he wants to eat me alive, is intoxicating.

"Don't move," Luke commands. He stands and walks behind me. "What a sweet little ass you have, Emma." His words have my stomach in knots as I feel his breath at the back of my neck. He leans in close, pressing a soft kiss at the junction where my neck meets my shoulder, and bites.

I cry out, feeling that sharp bite, the pain a direct line to the molten need growing between my legs. "Oh!" I cry out as he soothes the sting with the flat of his tongue before sucking on that spot. It feels like there are too many sensations at once, but all of them are too good for me to focus on anyone in particular.

He works the clasp of my bra open. It slides down my arms to the blanket beneath. Then he reaches around, cupping my breasts, squeezing my nipples in just the right amount of painful pleasure to make my toes curl. He growls deep in his throat and squeezes even tighter. I squirm in his hold, overwhelmed and overstimulated, but unable to move because Luke has me held tight. I feel my body go lax against him, giving up any fight and trusting in Luke's strength to support me.

"Fuck." I hear Luke breathe against the sensitive skin of my neck. He brings both his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching and rubbing my nipples. "Look how gorgeous these tits are, Emma. God, you are fucking perfect, you know that?"

My chest heaves with need as Luke's words make the heat grow. My eyes drop and I notice the way his strong tanned hands look against my pale, smooth skin. My nipples are pebbled and Luke continues to tease them. It's almost like he can read my mind, the way he knows exactly how to make me come alive under his touch.

"I could spend hours touching these. Just playing with them and making you come, over and over." I know he's telling the truth, and the idea makes me moan with need. I reach up and curl my hand over his, encouraging him to keep doing exactly what he's doing. The sharp sting of pain as he pinches and rolls my nipples between his fingers sends little electric pulses of desire straight to my pussy, and I can't stop myself from rubbing my legs together. The motion makes Luke's hands leave my breasts. But this is far from over.

"Lie back, baby girl." Luke's voice is firm as he takes control. "Put your arms over your head."

I do as he asks, and when he taps the inside of my knees, I let them fall open. He settles between them, and I can't look away. I'm mesmerized by the sight of him kneeling between my legs. His cock is huge, so thick and veiny I don't know how he'll fit inside me.

Luke seems determined to find out. His fingers slip into my wet slit again, stroking my clit and my opening in a maddening pattern that keeps me just on the edge but not pushing me over.

"Daddy," I gasp as he slips one finger into me. The fullness of it makes my legs twitch, but his palm pressed firmly to my clit holds me still. He slides another finger into me, and this time, he presses deep, seeking the same spot he hit with his fingers earlier.

"Does that feel good, Emma?" His fingers thrust again and the heel of his palm grinds down against my sensitive clit. I'm already on edge from his earlier touch. This has me clenching my hands into fists, my toes curling as my heels dig into the blanket below us, and I cry out in need. I need him so badly. I can feel my body readying itself to orgasm, feel the need rising higher, threatening to consume me.

Luke stops his movements before I can reach that peak. I can't stop the low cry of disappointment from slipping past my lips as I squirm, my hips bucking, begging for more of that delicious pressure.

Luke lets out a soft growl in the darkness of the barn as his hand leaves my pussy. I don't have long to feel bereft. Luke moves up over my body, his strong legs pushing my thighs wider. The length of his body is hot and heavy over mine.

The blunt head of his cock presses against my soaked pussy and I shudder in anticipation. Luke is big, maybe too big, but we're both too far gone now. He presses into me, and my body has to adjust.

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.

"Oh." It comes out in a soft sigh. It feels so good to have him filling me up again.

Luke leans in and kisses me, and it feels like he's trying to consume me with it, devouring my soul. "Fuck," he mutters as his cock bottoms out inside me, and his hands clamp onto my hips to hold me in place. "So tight."

"I need it. Please." My voice is breathless and I know he can hear it, hear the desperation that has overtaken me.

He slides out and thrusts into me. It's not fast or slow, but something in between, something that hits that spot inside me and makes me cry out, makes my toes curl and my back arch.

I'm so full, and I'm on edge. Luke knows just how to move, just how to piston his hips. And then, when I think I can't take anymore, he moves a hand between us and finds my clit. His fingers stroke me there, rubbing in little circles that make me moan and writhe against him. It's too much and not enough, and I'm so close.

Luke growls against the soft skin of my neck, his breath hot against my skin as he thrusts into me again and again. I can feel myself teetering there, right on the verge of orgasm, my entire body tense and on fire with pleasure. And then I hear him whisper, "Come for me baby girl."

That's all it takes for me to fall over the edge, my whole body exploding with pleasure as my pussy clenches around his thick cock, my fingers gripping at his shoulders, my legs shaking as he holds me.

Luke groans out loud as my body clamps around his cock, my inner walls spasming as he continues to move inside me, pushing me over the edge into the sweet abyss of release. His pace speeds up and then he's growling my name as he comes inside me, hot and thick, filling me with his come.

I've never felt this connected to anyone in my entire life, and the emotion is almost overwhelming, even in the heat of the moment. I cling to him as he kisses me long and hard, like he never wants to let me go. And I know, in this moment, I never want him to. I never want to be without him, without this feeling of absolute connection and rightness.

We stay like that for a while, wrapped up in each other's arms, just breathing in the quiet darkness. I'm lost in my thoughts, in the warmth of Luke's arms, and I could almost drift off to sleep like this. But the cold of the evening and the reality of where we are starts to set in as I feel the goosebumps forming on my bare skin. Luke must notice the shiver that goes through my body because he moves and gently slips out of me, holding me against him, not wanting to let go of our closeness.

"You're shivering, baby girl," Luke murmurs. "Let's get you home."

Home. His home, he means, but he says it like it belongs to both of us.

He moves back, letting me get to my feet. It takes a few moments for me to adjust, to feel steady. But then, once I get my balance back, it's like a switch flips inside me and my eyes go wide. The realization of what just happened, what I've just done, sinks in. I can feel my cheeks burning in embarrassment.

"We really did all of that out here!" I breathe, and Luke's laugh fills the air, warm and deep.

"Yes, we did. Now get dressed, and if you're lucky, we'll do it again when we get home."