The Price Of Pleasure
~Lyra
“I can’t stay quiet,” I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so f*****g real I didn’t even try to stop it. “1 can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop…
My hands flew to my mouth.
Both of them.
I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me.
I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity.
And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh–my–God–I’m–not–ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it.
But then he pulled away.
Just for a second.
And I nearly screamed from the loss.
He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soaked in me, his eyes dark and wild and full of f*****g possession, and then he said the filthiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.
“Let me help you, kitten.”
My hands were still over my mouth, and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, but I watched with wide, soaked eyes as he reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a piece of cloth–something dark, soft, thick -and sat up just long enough to wrap it around my mouth.
Tight.
Firm.
He tied it at the back of my head, rough but controlled, making sure it stayed.
And then he looked up at me again, with that slow, dangerous smirk like he already knew he was about to
destroy me.
“Now,” he growled, dragging his hands down my thighs, yanking me down his chest until I was sitting on his, face again, spread wide, tied up, soaked, and f*****g helpless, “I can eat you exactly how I want.”
Oh f**k.
My body shuddered.
And then he did.
He dove in with no hesitation, no gentleness, no teasing.
He devoured me.
His tongue was fast and deep and slick, lapping through my folds like he was thirsty for it, like he’d been
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waiting years just to taste me, like he needed it to live. But this time, it wasn’t just his tongue.
He used his teeth.
Not rough. Not painful. Just enough.
He caught my clit between them, biting lightly, tugging, then soothing it with his tongue again–and! screamed. I screamed behind the gag. The sound tore out of me and hit the back of the cloth, muffled but desperate, and my eyes rolled back so hard I saw stars.
I couldn’t hold still.
I couldn’t think.
My hips were grinding down like I was possessed. My thighs were squeezing his head like I wanted to drown him. My hands clawed at the wall, the sheets, my own hair, anything I could find to stop myself from exploding–but it didn’t matter.
Because he didn’t stop.
His tongue moved in circles now. Fast. Firm. Precise. Like he knew my body better than I did.
And his hands?
They were everywhere.
One was gripping my ass like he wanted bruises.
The other was on my lower back, pulling me down, holding me in place while I rode his face like a girl with no f*****g shame.
And the entire time, I was crying into the cloth.
Hot tears sliding down my face, soaking into the gag, my throat convulsing around my own breath because it was too much. Too hot. Too full. Too fast.
I could feel my orgasm building again. Higher. Tighter. Meaner.
I started shaking.
My legs were trembling like they were giving out.
And in the back of my mind, all I could think was: this is mine.
This is mine.
This filthy mouth. This man. This bed. This moment. All of it.
Not hers.
Not anymore.
I didn’t even know where I was anymore.
All I knew was his mouth. His tongue. His f*****g teeth. His hands bruising my thighs as he pinned me down and dragged his tongue over my clit again and again and again until my body didn’t know what the f**k to do with itself.
I was crying into the gag now.
Shaking so hard I thought I was going to pass out right there, mid–orgasm, with my p***y smothering his face
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and my thoughts slipping straight into black.
But I didn’t stop riding him.
I couldn’t stop.
Because his rhythm–oh my God, his rhythm–it wasn’t fair. It was cruel. It was fast and slow and deep and teasing and ruthless all at once. He was using his tongue like it was made to break me. Like it belonged
inside me. Like he was sculpted just to taste me.
And I could feel it building again.
Not just an orgasm.
Not just a high.
Something violent.
Something wet.
Something that made my whole stomach cramp and my toes curl and my chest lock up like I was about to f*****g die.
My hips started jerking.
My thighs clamped around his face.
And I screamed behind the gag.
“f**k, Daddy–f**k, Daddy, I’m cumming–oh my f*****g God–I’m cumming and–I’m squirting–I can’t–f**k–l can’t stop–oh s**t-”
My whole body snapped.
It was like something exploded inside me.
My p***y clenched so hard around nothing that I cried out. My legs shook like they didn’t belong to me. My stomach spasmed, and then it happened–I squirted. I f*****g squirted. Not just once. Not a little.
It gushed.
Out of me.
All over his face.
Soaking him. Covering his mouth. Splashing down his neck and chest like I was marking him.
And I was still cumming.
My clit throbbed so violently it hurt. My head dropped back, and I moaned through the cloth, loud and choked and wrecked.
I couldn’t stop shaking.
I couldn’t even see.
But Damon wasn’t done.
His grip on my thighs tightened like he felt it too–like the gush of slick across his tongue made him insane- and I heard his voice growl against my cunt like he was trying to breathe through it.
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“Don’t c*m yet,” he snarled, low and vicious and soaked in my taste. “f*****g hold it.”
And then he moved.
Fast.
Too fast.
He flipped me.
Just like that.
One second I was on top of him with my p***y pressed to his mouth, squirting like I had no control over my body, and the next–his hands were on my thighs, his strength was lifting me like I was nothing, and his mouth never even left me.
He stood.
With me.
Still eating me.
Still licking.
Still sucking like he didn’t need air.
And he pushed me back.
Against the f*****g wall.
My spine hit the cold surface and I screamed through the gag, because his mouth was still on me, his tongue still f*****g me like he hadn’t just made me explode, like I didn’t just flood his mouth like a fire hydrant.
And then he moaned.
Right into me.
The vibration hit my clit so hard my whole soul spasmed.
My hands slapped the wall behind me.
My back arched.
My mouth dropped open under the cloth and I screamed again because it was too much, it was too much, and I couldn’t hold it–I couldn’t f*****g hold it.
He was gripping the backs of my thighs now, spreading me wider, slamming me into the wall like he was pinning me in place for his own pleasure.
My legs were shaking so badly I thought I was going to collapse. Not just trembling. Not just weak. Violently shaking, like they were trying to shut down on me, like my body couldn’t even hold itself up anymore because he was licking me like he wanted to end me. Like his mouth was made for this. Like he’d waited his whole f*****g life to pin me to a wall, bury his tongue inside me, and drink every orgasm I had to give him.
And I couldn’t fight it.
I didn’t want to.
I was soaked. Drenched. Completely gone.
I wanted him to eat me until I forgot my name.
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And he did.
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t give me a second to breathe, to calm down, to find my balance. He just groaned deeper into my p***y and shoved his tongue harder into my entrance while his teeth dragged over my clit, and I screamed.
Even through the gag.
Even through the tears pouring down my cheeks.
I screamed because it was too much.
Too good.
Too hot.
Too intense.
I couldn’t take it anymore.
I reached up with both hands, my fingers shaking, my chest heaving, and I tore the gag off my mouth like it was choking me, like if I didn’t scream for real, I was going to lose my f*****g mind.
“Damon..Damon..Daddy, please..I can’t..fuck..I can’t..”
My voice came out cracked and ruined and soaked in spit and need and heat and I didn’t stop saying his name. I couldn’t. It was the only thing I could f*****g remember.
“I need your cock..please..I need it inside me–now!”
His head lifted.
Slowly.
His lips were wet. His jaw was covered in my slick. His pupils were blown so wide they were black. And the way he looked at me?
Like a demon who’d just found his heaven.
“You ready to ride it, kitten?” he asked, voice shredded and low, his mouth still open like he was waiting for another drop of me to fall into it.
I nodded so fast I felt dizzy.
But it wasn’t enough.
Not for him.
“Say it,” he growled, stepping back from the wall and carrying me with him like I was weightless, like he owned my body. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want.”
I gripped his hair with one hand, clawed at his chest with the other, and moaned like a b***h in heat.
“I want your c**k,” I cried. “I want it now. I want you to bend me over and f**k me until I can’t walk. I want you
to make it hurt. I want you to ruin me again. I want to feel it all night. I want you to c*m so deep inside me it leaks out for days.”
He threw me on the bed.
Hard.
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And I gasped, legs wide, slick dripping, still twitching from the aftershocks of his tongue.
And the last thing I saw before he pulled his pants down was his cock.. thick, heavy, twitching–slapping up against his stomach like it was ready to split me open all over again.
Yeah folks, call me petty. Go ahead. Call me immature, dramatic, a loudmouth little homewrecker..I’ll monogram that s**t on a tote bag and keep riding his face like a throne.
Because while his stupid–ass, washed–up wife was downstairs probably fantasizing about getting a hug, I was upstairs getting my back arched and my p***y worshipped like it paid rerit. Yeah. Let that sink in. While she was out there breathing like she still had a chance, I was leaking all over his mouth, moaning into a gag, and squirting in his beard like I owned the f*****g deed to his face.
Petty? Babe, I’m platinum–tier petty. And honestly I hope she hears me. I hope her hand’s between her legs, crying into a pillow while I’m dripping down her husband’s throat like I’m made of liquid gold. Because let’s be honest..if you were getting head like this, you’d be cocky too.
Royalty Writes
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