Chapter 106: Chapter 106
Lyra
I moaned. Audibly.
Like a dumb little toy. Like a desperate, pathetic little slut who needed permission to keep breathing.
"Oh fuck..." I gasped.
"About missing "
"You just had to call , didn’t you?" he murmured, voice like silk soaked in gasoline. "Had to let
hear how soaked you are through the phone. You wanted
to hear you fall apart."
"I... I needed to know if you ant it," I whispered, thighs clenching so tight I thought I might bruise myself.
"Check your ssage," he growled.
My hands were shaking as I pulled the phone away just long enough to swipe down.
New photo.
Oh my God.
My entire soul scread.
It was a picture of his cock.
Hard.
Huge.
Veins popping.
Thick, flushed, leaking.
And in the background?
My na.
Written on a little torn slip of paper.
Placed next to his cock like a fucking signature.
Lyra
I gasped so hard I choked on my own breath.
He was hard for .
He’d taken the picture for .
And he didn’t stop there.
Another text ca in imdiately after.
"I’m hard for you."
"Now be fast."
"Co suck it."
"Don’t waste my fucking ti, Lyra."
"Unless you want to be punished the second you walk through that door."
I moaned again.
I didn’t even try to hold it back. It ca out loud. Raw. Like it punched itself straight out of my stomach and into the sky.
Because my cunt was throbbing.
My mouth was watering.
My whole body was buzzing like it needed to be used.
I lifted the phone back to my ear, heart pounding, cheeks flushed, breath fogging up the screen.
"D-daddy," I whispered.
"I’m coming."
"No," he said, voice dropping. "You’re not coming. Yet. You don’t co until my cock is down your throat and my fingers are in your hair and I’m fucking your face like you were made for it. Now get. The fuck. Over here."
"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered.
And then I ran and took a cab to the location he sent to .
Still shaking.
Still soaking.
Still ruined.
But already his.
The second I got into the cab, I knew I was fucked. Like, not taphorically, not in a dramatic I’m-so-in-trouble way. I an fucked.. The mont my ass hit that seat and the door shut, I swear to God my cunt cried out in despair because it needed dick and all it had was faux leather and sinful thoughts.
The driver glanced back at
through the rearview mirror and I smiled like the innocent little angel I absolutely was not, because if he could hear even one of the thoughts bouncing around my horny teenage brain, he’d either call the police or ask for my number.
I tried. I tried to calm down. I tried breathing. I tried thinking about algebra or dead fish or that one ti I saw my grandma’s boobs by accident — but none of it worked. None of it.
Every ti I closed my eyes, all I saw was Damon’s cock. Huge. Hard. Angry. Leaking. And right next to it, my fucking na. Mine. Lyra. Written in that cocky, dominant scrawl like he was branding
without even touching .
And then the buzzing started. My phone lit up like a Christmas tree on coke.
Tasha.
Of course.
Decline.
She called again.
Decline.
Again.
Decline.
"God, stop fucking calling !" I hissed under my breath, clicking block so fast I almost broke the screen.
Because I couldn’t think about Tasha. I couldn’t think about parties or betrayal or fake-ass friends. All I could think about was Damon’s voice and that cock and the way he was going to ruin .
Like really ruin .
Like crying on the floor, can’t sit right for a week ruin .
I squird again, pressing my palm against the seat like it could anchor
to reality. But no. My reality was dick. One dick, specifically. One monster, Alpha fucking daddy dick with a cocky voice and a penthouse and a temper that could kill.
And I wanted him to use it.
Use .
God, I was such a whore.
A teenage, traitorous, best-friend’s-dad-obsessed whore.
My legs kept twitching. My pussy throbbed again. I pressed my lips together and tried not to cry.
I wanted to touch myself so bad.
Just a little. Just to ease the ache.
My hand even twitched toward my skirt.
No.
No.
He said don’t co until he says so.
Don’t fucking co until his cock is in my mouth.
And I was a good girl, right?
Right?
I whimpered.
The cab hit a bump. I gasped. My clit pulsed from the pressure.
"Fuck," I whispered, biting down on my knuckle, eyes wide, heart pounding, panties sticking to
like lted candy.
I pulled out my phone and opened the picture again.
Oh my God.
It looked even bigger now.
Like my cunt just imagined it longer and harder and aner with every glance.
I clenched.
I trembled.
I accidentally moaned again.
I was losing my fucking mind.
And then..I saw it.
The pin dropped. The little red location dot. I was almost there.
Four minutes.
Three.
Two.
I was shaking so hard now I couldn’t even sit still. My ass kept rubbing against the seat like it was possessed. My breath was coming in hot little gasps.
The driver glanced at
again.
I smiled sweetly.
Like I wasn’t about to go get face-fucked until I forgot my own na.
And when the car stopped?
I didn’t even wait.
I opened the door.
I ran.
Heart in my throat.
Pussy dripping.
Mind gone.
He was going to ruin .
And I was going to fucking let him. Fuck.
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