Right into the f*****g spot.
She screamed again..this time a mix of agony and bliss..as I docked my bite, sealing it. Blood touched my tongue. Warm. Sweet. Mine.
Her p***y clamped down so hard I saw stars.
She came again as she convulsed and collapsed.
Morning Seduction
Okay Okay Okey Wall
WHAT THE ACTUAL TE blinked
Once
TWICE
My legs were sore. Like run-over-by-a-truck sore. Like holy-f*****g-Alpha sore. My thighs were shaking before even moved and there was this weird throbbing pressure between them like someone had crammed a goddamn tree branch inside me and then left it there.
I wasn’t even fully awake yet.
And my first thought?
*****d my best friend’s dad”
“No. Wait. That wasn’t right.
I got f****d by my best friend’s dad”
I gasped, hand flying to my mouth like maybe that’d shut my brain up but it didn’t. It got louder.
We f****d. We did it. I finally tasted Damon f*****g Thornvale’s c**k.
Oh my god.
Oh my god.
I felt it in my throat again. Like my mouth remembered. My tongue twitched like it could still taste him. Salty. Bitter. So f*****g huge I gagged like a virgin w***e and he’d loved it.
“f**k,”
I whispered, eyes darting around.
Where the hell even was I?
There was blood on the white bedsheet. That could mean only one thing. He took my virginity.
Yes!!! Finally!! c*m was on my thighs.
Scratch marks on the wall.
One pillow was torn.
The other had teeth marks in it.
I sat up and immediately moaned.
“Shitshitshitshitshit..my p***y,”
I hissed, biting my lip, legs falling open without permission. Ow. f**k. Holy s**t. I felt like I’d been split open. Like he’d rearranged my insides and now they were his.
Merning Seduction
And you know what?
He had.
I could still feel it. Him. Deep inside. Still warm. Still leaking out of me slow and hot like my p***y was mourning the loss of his knot.
Poums
I groaned as I turned to the other side to find him still sleeping. And his c**k. f**k. It was begging me to suck it.
Okay..
Okayokayokay.
Deep breaths Lyra.
Because this was about to be the stupidest, horniest, most irresponsible thing I’ve ever done in my entire eighteen years of living and I didn’t even f*****g care. Not even a little.
Not when he was lying there like that.
Not when his monster cock..was just sitting there all thick and heavy and veiny and mine, twitching slightly against his thigh like it was waiting for me to stop being a little b***h and take it.
I bit my lip so hard it stung.
Because f**k me, he looked like a god.
Like he could break the whole world and still make me crawl back to him begging for more.
My best friend’s dad.
My Alpha Daddy.
And I was about to suck him awake like the desperate little c*m-drunk w***e he turned me into.
I swallowed hard.
Then peeled the sheets down slowly, careful not to wake him just yet. My fingers trembled. My thighs twitched. My whole body was already vibrating with heat and hunger, my wolf purring inside me like a satisfied little b***h who wanted more.
And there it was.
His c**k.
Hard now.
Fully.
Like it knew.
Thick. Long. Angry-looking. The kind of c**k that didn’t just ruin you..it owned you. The kind of c**k that left bruises on your throat and memories in your womb.
There was still c*m on it.
Dry at the base. Slick at the tip.
It glistened under the early morning light and my p***y clenched just looking at it.
Moming Seduction
“Holy f**k,”
I whispered, licking my lips like I was starving.
“Okay, girl. You sucked it before. You can suck it again. You want to suck it again.”
My heart was pounding.
But my body?
She already knew what to do,
I slid under the sheets, inch by inch, until I was face-to-face with his c**k, my breath hitting the tip before my mouth ever did.
God. It smelled like him,
Like s*x.
Like blood.
Like Alpha.
And I moaned.
Low.
Hungry.
Then I licked it.
Just the tip.
A slow, teasing swirl of my tongue around the swollen head, tasting the salt and the sin and the power and moaning like it was the first meal I’d ever f*****g had.
He twitched.
Grunted.
I froze.
Waited.
Then sucked again..harder this time..pulling his tip into my mouth with a filthy little pop that made me drip between my thighs.
“Good morning, Daddy,”
I whispered against his c**k, my lips dragging over the ridge as I slowly took more of him into my mouth.
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.