Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 41918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 210(@200wpm)___ 168(@250wpm)___ 140(@300wpm)
"Please..." I whimper, my fingers digging into his shoulders as I squirm on the cold steel of the bench. He's relentless, keeping me balanced on the edge of ecstasy. My body feels like it's on fire, every nerve ending alight with need and desire. And still, he holds me there, teetering on the edge, until I'm practically begging for release. "Oh God. Luke … Daddy. Please, I can't..."
I can't finish my thought because Luke slowly starts to feed two of his thick fingers into me. My body resists at first, the thick digits stretching me open, but I relax into the burning pleasure of it, my pussy slowly accommodating him until he reaches a barrier.
"This is going to hurt for just a second, but I'm going to make you feel so good you won't even notice," he promises. "We've gotta do it this way if you're going to take my cock."
He pushes his fingers past that thin membrane, and a sharp pain stabs at me, then recedes, replaced with a dull throbbing. The pressure and friction of his fingers sliding over my G-spot sends my hips bucking. "Fuck, you're tight," he rumbles against my skin. "And so damn responsive. Come for me, baby. Let me taste it."
With that, he lowers his mouth, working my clit in it in earnest.
His thick fingers keep stroking that sensitive spot inside of me, and his mouth sucks and licks at my clit.
My back arches, and I buck my hips against him. "Daddy, please. I can't. I need. Oh God, Daddy. Luke..." I moan. Close. I'm so close!
He's merciless.
I feel Luke's hand reach up, fingers twisting one of my nipples between them, sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. It's too much. I'm about to tip over the edge, and there's nothing I can do to stop it. "Please, Daddy. Please!" I cry out as I feel my orgasm start to build inside of me.
My legs tremble and I cry out as I finally go over the edge, my whole body shuddering from the intensity of it. Luke works me through it, staying with me as I come apart at the seams and slowly rebuild myself brick by brick. Finally, I crack my eyes open and look down.
He looks up at me with his brilliant blue eyes, a dark glint in them. I pull Luke up by his shirt, begging him for a kiss. He obliges, pressing his lips to mine. He tastes like me, his tongue exploring my mouth. My hands slide up underneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt, and I can feel his muscles rippling beneath my touch.
As my breathing slows, he breaks off the kiss and leans down, pressing his forehead to mine. "God, you're beautiful," he murmurs. "So fucking perfect. I'm not ever letting you go."
"Good," I manage to whisper, still breathless from his kisses and the mind-blowing orgasm I've just had. I never want to be apart from him, either.
That's a wild thing to think, right? I barely know him, but my heart feels like it knows him. Like it's always known him.
The thoughts are too heavy for the slow bliss still coursing through me, so I pull him into another kiss and let my hands travel down his T-shirt-clad muscled chest, heading for this belt buckle. When I get there, though, he hisses, grabbing my wrists to stop me.
"Not yet, sweetheart," Luke tells me roughly. "If you touch me, I'm not going to be able to stop, and I want to make it perfect for you."
I open my mouth to complain, but he's not having it. Luke kneels, grabs my pajamas off the floor, and slowly, carefully helps me to dress once more. My legs are shaking, and I have to hold onto his shoulders to get the task accomplished. Our laughter echoes off the garage walls, but finally, I'm dressed.
Luke kisses me gently on the forehead. "Go shower. Get dressed. Text your roommate and let her know you're okay, and text me when you're ready to head to class. If you prance your gorgeous ass back into this garage again, then I'm not going to be able to get any work done and you'll never get back to school."
He gives me a soft slap on the butt, which has me laughing again, and even though I want to put myself right back into his arms, I do as Luke suggests and head back to the house.
I fire off a message to Sarah, letting her know that I'm fine and that nothing in the dorm was damaged, and ask about her sister. It's still early, so it's no surprise when she doesn't respond right away. By the time I shower, eat a piece of toast, and make fresh, hot coffee, I feel more like myself and less like a sex-crazed nymph.