~Lyra~
His words made me moan again, louder this time. I sucked harder, moved faster, letting my lips slide up and down his length in smooth, filthy rhythm. I pulled back just to lick the tip, circling it with my tongue, tasting him, teasing him, then took him deep again until he hit the back of my throat.
His hips jerked, and he growled my name like he was about to lose it.
“Lyra, fuck, slow down-unless you want me to cum in that sweet little mouth right now.”
I looked up at him, eyes wet and wide, and pulled off slowly, dragging my lips up the length of his shaft with one last moan. I held his cock in my hand and whispered, “I do, Daddy. I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste all of it. Please.”
His head hit the back of the seat. His eyes slammed shut. His chest was rising and falling like he was about to lose it completely. And I didn’t wait.
I wrapped my lips around him again and sucked him fast and deep, no teasing this time. Just full-on, messy, desperate, needy. My spit was everywhere. My mascara was probably halfway down my cheeks. And I didn’t care. I wanted to choke on him. I wanted to feel his cum hit my throat and slide down like something I was made to swallow.
He cursed again-louder now. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me still, his hips starting to buck just slightly as he lost control.
And then he growled it.
“Take it, baby. Fuck, take it-take all of it—”
He exploded in my mouth with a deep, broken groan, and I swallowed him down, every drop, not stopping even when he twitched. I kept sucking, slow now, gentle, cleaning him up with my tongue like the obedient little slut I had become for him. I licked the tip one last time, kissed the base, then looked up at him with spit on my chin and the dirtiest, proudest grin on my
face.
He stared down at me like I was unreal.
And then he laughed, dark and wrecked, shaking his head as he reached for my face.noveldrama
“Get your ass in the passenger seat,” he said, his voice still raspy. “Because if you keep looking at me like that, I swear I’ll fuck you again and you’ll miss first, second, and third period.”
And honestly?
I kinda wanted to.
I wanted to crawl right back into his lap, straddle him like the dirty little whore I was becoming for him, and let him fuck me right there in the front seat like the entire neighborhood didn’t exist.
I wanted to slide down on that thick, still-twitching cock and moan so loud the windows rattled. I didn’t care if someone walked by. I didn’t care if the car shook or if I missed school or if I ended up going to hell for this. All I knew was that I had just swallowed his cum like it was mine to claim, and I wasn’t done yet.
I wanted his hands on my ass, gripping it so tight I bruised. I wanted him to shove my skirt up and call me his dirty little schoolgirl while he bounced me on his lap and told me how proud he was of my filthy mouth. I wanted his fingers in my hair, his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear as he told me not to stop, not to slow down, not until I was full again.
I wanted to grind on him like I was losing my mind. I wanted to make him cum again and again and again until he couldn’t think straight, until he forgot where he was supposed to drop me off, until all he knew was the sound of my soaked cunt squelching around him and the way I kept moaning Daddy like it was my fucking religion.
But instead, I sat back in my seat. I wiped my mouth slowly, licking the edge of my thumb like I was tasting frosting, and then pulled my skirt down-not that it helped. It still barely covered my thighs, and now that I’d been on my knees gagging on cock and drooling on his lap, it felt even shorter. My thighs were sticky. My lips were swollen. My throat was raw. And I felt amazing.
He fixed his belt with one hand, started the car with the other, and acted like he hadn’t just come down my throat so hard his eyes rolled back.
He looked at me once, that little smirk pulling at his mouth, and said, “You good?”
I turned my head, still catching my breath, and nodded. “So good.”
He chuckled under his breath, that deep rumble that always made my belly clench. “You’re trouble, you know that?”
I grinned, resting back in my seat with my thighs still pressed tight together to keep from making a mess. “Only for you, Daddy.”
He shook his head, but the way he looked at me was pure fire. Possessive. Dangerous. Like he already had plans for what he was going to do to me the second the school bell rang and I was his again.
And God, I hoped he did.
Because I wasn’t just some eighteen-year-old girl anymore. I wasn’t just the best friend’s daughter. I wasn’t just a quick fuck or a one-time mistake.
I was his.
His to use. His to protect. His to wreck. His to own.
And I never wanted to be anything else.
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