Love You Forever Baby Girl

cooking

I smile as I stir the sauce on the stove, feeling Luke's arms wrap around my waist. "Need any help, Taylor?" he asks, his breath hot against my neck.

I turn to face him, a playful glint in my eye. "I think I can handle it," I say, arching an eyebrow. "But if you're offering..."

Luke grins and starts to nibble on my earlobe, causing me to gasp. "You're such a tease," he murmurs, his hands wandering down to my ass.

I laugh and swat him away. "Oh, you have no idea."

I turn back to the stove, but Luke's not finished teasing me yet. He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around me again, this time slipping his hand under my skirt. I gasp as I feel his fingers slide between my legs.

"Luke!" I protest, but I'm secretly enjoying every second of it.

He chuckles and starts to stroke me, his fingers dancing over my clit. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.

I moan and lean back against him, letting him continue. "You love seeing me like this, don't you?" I ask, my voice husky with desire.

"Mmm, more than anything," he admits, his fingers working their magic.

I reach behind me and start to undo his pants, wanting to feel him inside me. But Luke has other plans. He pulls his fingers out of me and brings them to my lips, pushing them inside my mouth.

"Suck," he commands, and I do as I'm told, tasting myself on his fingers.

When he's satisfied, he pulls his fingers out of my mouth and turns me around to face him. He kisses me deeply, his tongue exploring every inch of my mouth.

"Bend over the counter," he says, breaking the kiss.

I do as I'm told, hiking up my skirt and bending over the counter. Luke wastes no time, pulling my hips towards him and sliding inside me.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, his hands gripping my hips.

I moan as he starts to thrust, his pace slow and steady. "Daddy," I whisper, calling him by the name he loves.

"That's right, I'm your daddy," he growls, his thrusts becoming more urgent. "And you're my dirty slut, my filthy whore."

I love it when he talks to me like this, it makes me feel so dirty and used in the best possible way. "Yes, daddy," I moan, my fingers gripping the edge of the counter.

Luke reaches around and starts to stroke my clit, his fingers circling it in time with his thrusts. I cry out as I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.

"Come for me, Taylor," Luke commands, his voice husky with desire.

And I do, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. Luke follows soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic as he fills me with his seed.

We stay like that for a moment, panting and trying to catch our breath. Luke pulls out of me and helps me stand up, wrapping his arms around me.

"I love you," he murmurs, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I love you too," I reply, my head resting on his shoulder.

We stand there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being in each other's arms. But eventually, the sauce on the stove starts to burn, and we're brought back to reality.

Luke helps me finish making dinner, and we sit down to eat together, our legs tangled under the table. And as we eat, we talk and laugh, the sexual tension between us dissipating as we enjoy each other's company.