“That’s what I thought.”
I yanked her up by the throat. She stumbled, eyes wide, thighs quivering, mouth still open as if she didn’t know if I was going to spit in it of f**k it again.
I pinned her to the wall, c**k grinding against her stomach through my pants, leaving a wet, sticky trail where my tip smeared precum across her skin.
“Look what you do to me, baby,”
I growled, cupping her jaw with one hand while my other gripped her ass. Look what this tight little body f*****g does to a man like me” i bent low, nuzzled her throat, licked up the salt and sweat and desperation.
“You think I’m proud of this?”
I asked, biting her ear.
“You think I’m proud that I want to ruin every inch of you? That I think about you when I’m in meetings? That I’ve come in my ******g fist thinking about your ** bouncing while you ride that pink little bicycle down my street?”
She gasped.
Shook
*****g whimpered.
I pressed my lips to her ear.
“You were made to be broken by me.”
I said it right against her throat, licking the sweat as she trembled in my grip. She shuddered like her whole soul heard it. Like something inside her snapped. Gave in. Let go.
And f**k, I wasn’t done.
“I wanna suck your titties.”
My voice cracked. Rough. Starved. My hands were already bouncing her t**s like they were f*****g sacred.
“Oh f**k, baby… I wanna suck your f*****g titties.”
I cupped them both. Warm. Soft. f*****g perfect.
“I wanna bury my face in them. Bite them. Make you scream.”
I groaned as I shoved my face down into the valley of her t**s, dragging my tongue over her skin like a man possessed.
“I wanna c*m on them, baby.”
My c**k twitched. My breathing turned animal.
“Can I?”
She gasped.
Nodded.
Then said it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried, arching up into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my shoulders.
“Fuck..yes! c*m on my titties. Use them. Mark them. Please..fuck…please.”
I growled.
Loud.
I wrapped my lips around one swollen n****e and sucked. Hard. Until her back arched off the counter and her moan cracked through the kitchen like a f*****g prayer. I bit it. Licked it. Switched to the other and slobbered over it until her chest was glistening.
She was whimpering.
Writhing.
Whispering filth under her breath while her thighs rubbed together.
“You like that, baby?”
I snarled, sliding my c**k between her t**s now, smearing precum across her chest as I pushed her breasts together with both hands.
“You like Daddy’s c**k between your perfect big t**s?”
She moaned so loud it echoed.
“Yes-yes-yes-more-don’t stop..”
Cm For Daddy
And I didn’t.
I f****d them.
Slow at first. Letting the slick heat of her skin tease my tip. Then faster. Harder. Filthier.
My c**k slid between her t**s like it belonged there, rubbing against her throat, dripping all over her flushed skin while she kept moaning for it like a girl who didn’t give a f**k about right or wrong anymore.
“Open your mouth,”
I growled.
She did.
Tongue out.
Eyes locked on mine.
“You look so f*****g pretty with Daddy’s c**k on your t**s and your mouth begging for it.”
I felt it boiling.
That snap.
That eruption.
“I’m gonna f*****g c*m-f**k-gonna c*m, baby-gonna paint these f*****g tits..”
She squealed, squeezed her breasts tighter.
“Do it, Daddy. f*****g c*m on me. Mark me. Ruin me…”
And I did.
I roared.
Exploded.
Thick, hot ropes shot across her chest, her neck, her lips, her t**s. One long, violent orgasm that left her drenched, glistening, whimpering like she’d been baptized in filth.
I stroked out the last drop.
Let it spill across her n****e.
Then bent low, licked it off slow, sucked her tit back into my mouth like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.
“Mine,”
I whispered.
“Yours,” she moaned.
Still wide open.
Still needy.
Still waiting.
“Now crawl to me”
I said, voice shaking with hunger.
“Daddy’s not done. I.haven’t even f****d your tight little p***y again since you squirted all over me. And I’m still hard.”
III
Bite Of Possession
Her p***y glistened between her legs as she crawled, leaving a trail of slick across the f*****g floor like her body wanted to be traced.
I watched.
Stroking my c**k.
Groaning.
“I really want to f**k you in my wolf form.”
The words ripped from my throat, rough and low, barely human anymore.
“Oh f**k, Lyra. I want to shift. I want to f**k you like the f*****g alpha I am.”
She froze for a second..just one..but her breath hitched. Her cunt clenched. I saw it. The way her back arched like she wanted it. Like she imagined it. Like the thought of my beast claiming her sent a shiver straight to her womb.
“Not now,”
I growled, pacing behind her like the animal was already under my skin.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.