“You feel that?”
I growled, slamming forward.
“That’s me f*****g branding you from the inside out.”
Slap.
I spanked her clit.
She screamed.
“You’re gonna take my knot,”
I hissed.
“Like a good little flesh-sleeve. Like the dripping, broken, used-up girl I’ve turned you into. You’re not even Lyra anymore. You’re just my fuckhole now.”
Her eyes rolled back.
“Just a hot, twitching cunt for me to plug and fill and ruin whenever the f**k I feel like it.”
Pop.
The knot shoved in.
She screamed.
Not like a girl.
Not even like a human.
Like a thing.
A broken, c**k-drunk, moaning thing with no thoughts left except how to keep from passing out.
And I didn’t stop.
Didn’t stop talking.
“You feel that stretch?”
I whispered against her neck, tongue licking the sweat there like I owned her skin.”
That’s your womb screaming. That’s your insides begging me to let go.”
And I did.
I came.
Like a f*****g beast.
My c**k throbbed, pulsed, exploded inside her-wave after wave of thick, burning-hot c*m crashing into her like a flood meant to drown every last memory of who she was before I took her.
And she broke.
“Oh my god..Damon..fuck..Daddy..” she sobbed, voice cracking as the pressure made her convulse again, her thighs shaking uncontrollably, p***y spasming like it was trying to keep up with how much I was pumping into her.
I held her by the throat.
Caught
Bent over her back.
Still groaning.
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“You’re going to f*****g leak for days,”
I whispered.
“You’ll be walking around with my load dripping out of you in front of everyone. And they won’t even know. But you will. Every step you take, you’ll feel my seed soaking your panties.”
I licked her ear.
“And you’ll think of this moment. When you were still tied to your best friend’s dad and you f*****g loved it.”
She was whimpering now.
Shaking.
Gone.
And then.
Click.
The door began to turn.
“Oh f**k,”
Lyra gasped, eyes snapping open, body stiff in panic.
“Damon..Damon..she’s coming in. I still have your f*****g knot inside me..”
I moved.
Snatched her up.
Still locked.
Still dripping.
Still buried so deep in her p***y that the pressure made us both moan when I lifted her.
We crashed into the closet.
I slammed the door.
Darkness swallowed us whole.
My hand clamped over her mouth.
Her p***y twitched around my knot again.
And I smiled in the dark.
Because the bedroom door creaked open.
And my daughter walked in.
****
BOOM.
The door burst open like it had been kicked in, the sound ricocheting through the walls, shaking the closet door behind me
Lyra gasped in my arms, nails digging into my shoulders, her whole body trembling, still f*****g locked to my c**k. Her p***y twitched, still holding the knot, my c*m leaking down the inside of her thighs like cream from
Caught a broken pastry.
We didn’t move.
Couldn’t.
I was still inside her.
Still throbbing.
Still dripping.
Still so f*****g deep I could feel the echo of her pulse in my c**k.
Outside the closet, her voice rang out..
“WHAT THE f**k?!”
Tasha.
Her sneakers slapped the wooden floor as she stormed into the room, and then.
Silence.
Breathing.
A long, sick, awful pause.
“Oh my god.”
The panic cracked through her voice like lightning.
“Wh-what is..what is this?”
She moved.
Running toward the bed.
And then I heard it.
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.