Luke’s entire body reacts to my near-nakedness. Along with the boots, white panties and a bra are the only things I have on.
“Holy fuck, Cielo.”
He does the twirl thing with his finger, and I do as he gestures.
“Come here,” he says, and I do.
He whips off his tank top, sweatpants, and briefs, and gets naked.
His hands are hot to the touch on my cold back. We make out and I straddle him, his hard cock rubbing against me again, just like he did in the hospital.
Except this time I can sense relief is near.
“Now don’t fuck me too hard. I wouldn’t want to have to run crying to my Daddy. Or…maybe that’s exactly what I want…Daddy,” I say, my voice full of grinning innuendo.
Luke takes the hint. He growls, grabs the hair behind my head and kisses me roughly. I realize that while I’m no whore, I’m no Madonna, either.
“You’re ready for me to take what I’ve been dreaming about for months—no. Years, Sky.”
Shivers roll down my naked back.
“Years?”
He nods.
“You thought about doing this with me when we were studying abroad, when we had just met?”
“Of course I did.” He arches an eyebrow at me. “Did you?”
My face turns red. “Maybe.”
He smirks, then shakes his head. “Wow, you won’t even admit it. How dare you fantasize about me. Take four steps back.”
I do as he says. My heart expands with nerves.
“Now take off your boots, and get on your hands and knees.”
A strange resistance crops up from somewhere within. “Why?”
“This is your punishment for not telling me about the crush you’ve always had on me.”
“You had one too, though.”
“Yes, and I admitted it. You, on the other hand, don’t seem to want to be vulnerable with me. So I’m going to make you extra vulnerable.”
His eyes are like lasers searing into my soul, hypnotizing me. I take off my boots one at a time, then get down on my hands and knees.
“Now follow me.”
I start to get up, but he shakes his head, pointing to the ground. I crawl after him on the carpet on all fours.
“Hop up,” he says, motioning to his bed.
I crawl onto the bed and I position myself on my hands and knees, lingering with my face inches from his as he stands. He gives my ass a hard smack, and I wince. I can’t lie that I like the feeling.
“What a wonderful noise. Don’t you like it?”
Before I can respond, he slaps me again, this time on the other cheek. Harder.
I let out a yelp.
From behind me, he trails two fingers up my right thigh until they land on my clit over my panties. He presses into me, finding the right spot almost instantly, making me crumble.
“White today. Any significance to that, or is it just random?” he asks.
I try to spit out a response, but when he slides the material aside and puts pressure on my clit with no cloth barrier, the words I say are incoherent.
“I didn’t quite catch that. I assume you’re wearing white for purity because you’re offering your virginity to me?” Luke says with a serious face, raising an eyebrow.
“What do you mean? Luke, you know I’m not a virgin,” I say through a daze of pleasure. What is he talking about?
His eyes pop out of his head. “Sky, you’re not a virgin? What?!”
I push his torso away, a surge of adrenaline rolling through me.
He grins. “Sky, I’m kidding. What year do you think this is, 1890? I’m fucking with you.”
“Oh.”
“Get over here,” he growls, pulling my mouth into him for a kiss. His deft hands run all over my backside. He unsnaps my front closure bra, pulls it off, and licks both of my nipples. I arch my back, chills washing over my body.
“Stop fucking around and get inside me,” I say. “I might not be a virgin but it’s been way too long.”
I expect him to have another quip, another line of dialogue about how I should beg for it.
Instead, he flips me onto my back, pulls off my panties, and grabs a condom from a new box on the drawer of his nightstand.
He says nothing as he kneels between my legs, sheathing himself.
Then, grabbing my legs and repositioning me, he pushes in.
“I’m tight,” I say.
“I know.” He grins. “You sure you’re not a virgin?”
I bite my lower lip, grab his chin and pull his head closer to me. I whisper, “Just shut up and fuck me.”
I’m wet, but he’s big, and it takes a few minutes—yes, minutes—for him to ease inside me.
He planks his arms on either side of my head, and kisses me all over my face as he works into me, and as impatient as I can be, damn do I enjoy this.
When he’s inside me all the way, pangs of pleasure permeate every corner of my body. My toes curl, I dig my fingernails into his back, and I bite his lip a little bit.
The edges of everything blur and my world is reduced to Luke and I as he plunges into me over and over again and we find our rhythm. Our foreheads knock together and he growls, “Touch yourself, Sky.”
I do without much thought or objection, and he watches. Well we both watch our bodies thrusting together. I’ve fantasized about him actually fucking me for months now, and it’s almost an out of body experience to see big Luke sliding in and out of me, muscles and all.
He’s rough but attentive, deep and hard all at once.
“Can I come, Daddy?” I spit out, grinning at that word when it escapes me again. I don’t know why I even say it. It’s more like a funny joke than any serious fantasy I have. Knowing that with him, it’s okay to say anything turns me on like nothing else.
“Come all over Daddy’s cock,” Luke growls back at me, fisting a clump of my hair and thrusting deep inside me again, making me expand.
It’s wonderful to hear his voice all groggy from the pleasure I’m making him feel.
I do come, and start to writhe and twist like I do when I climax. He slows.
“Sky. You okay?”
I open my eyes, and I have to smile that he’s so concerned for me.
But his concern isn’t really what I want right now.
I want his reckless abandon.
“Don’t stop,” I mewl, almost annoyed, even though I did push him away slightly.
I don’t have to tell him twice.
His hand slides over to my jaw, two fingers curling into my mouth. I wrap my hands around his forearm and suck on his fingers as he makes me crumble from the inside.
He fucks me like that for what seems like forever. I come again.
Jesus, does the man know what I want without me even saying a thing?
He puts my legs up against his shoulders and fucks me like that for a while. Whenever I open my eyes, he’s there staring, almost glaring, back at me.
I start to scream, and cover my own mouth with a hand.
He tears my wrist away.
“Don’t you dare. I want to hear that voice.”
It’s not hard to obey his order. Any worries about the outside world float far, far away.
Luke takes my legs off of his shoulders and spreads them to the side, coming closer to me.
His thumb wrapped around my throat, his mouth pressed against my ear, he whispers, “You, Skylar, are so fucking hot right now. And I don’t just mean your pussy. Your fucked up hair. Your eyes. Your hot pink chest. Everything. I will never forget this moment with you as long as I live. You’re everything right now, my dirty little whore.”