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~~Lyra~
I couldn’t stop staring.
His c**k was in his hand. Thick. Pulsing. Leaking like it was already inside me. Like it belonged there. Like my mouth was the only place it was willing to go.
My p***y clenched just looking at it.
God.
The length of it.
The way it hung from his fist, heavy and veined and unforgiving. The head swollen and purple, so wide it looked like it would split my lips in half before it ever made it to my throat. There was no way that would fit. No way it would slide in.
But I wanted it.
I wanted him to force it.
Rip me.
Stretch me,
Crack me open like a virgin sacrifice.
My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth. My chest heaved. I was soaking the floor. Every inch of me ached like I was in heat and he was the only cure.
He took one step forward.
Held the base.
And slapped it against my cheek.
I moaned.
f*****g moaned.
“Look at you,” he said.
His voice was lower than before. Rougher. Like gravel over a flame. It vibrated inside me.
“Drooling for a c**k you can’t even take.”
My lips parted.
He pushed the head against them.
Not in.
Just there.
Hot. Wet. Massive.
My jaw trembled,
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“Open your mouth, little girl,” he whispered. “Let me show you what it means to beg.”
I opened.
Wide.
Like a good w***e.
The head slid in.
Not far. Not deep.
But enough to stretch me.
Enough to make my eyes water.
I whimpered.
And then he pulled back.
Smirked.
“Can’t even get past the tip.”
He slapped it on my tongue again. Dragged the head over it. Slow. Filthy. Left a trail of precum across my
tastebuds.
“You think this c**k’s gonna be gentle just because your little cunt’s untouched?” he growled. “You think I’m gonna kiss your p***y and light candles and ask permission?”
I was panting.
“No,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you bleed for it.”
Oh God.
“Oh f**k,” I breathed.
“You’re going to cry with it inside you. Scream while it rips your virgin hole apart. And still beg me not to stop.
”
I shook.
“I’m going to split you open so wide you’ll never be tight again.”
He dragged it lower.
Across my chin.
My throat.
My heaving t**s.
“You’ll leak for days,” he said. “You’ll limp. You’ll sob into your pillow and rub your thighs together hoping the pain goes away. But it won’t.”
He leaned down.
Put his mouth beside my ear.
“Because you’ll still feel me?”
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I nearly came.
And then.
BANG. BANG. BANG. f**k.
My whole body flinched.
I gasped.
He didn’t move.
“Lyra?”
Tasha’s voice.
It was f*****g High. Oblivious. f*****g chirpy.
My blood went cold.
“Lyraaaa! Girl, are you in there? It’s time!”
I couldn’t breathe.
Damon didn’t flinch.
Just stared down at me. His c**k still hard. Still dripping. Still aimed at the lips I hadn’t even finished licking.
“Get up,” he ordered softly.
I tried.
My legs didn’t work.
He bent. Gripped my jaw again.
“You don’t c*m tonight.”
I whimpered.
“You don’t even touch yourself.”
My thighs twitched.
“If I smell slick on your fingers when you get back,” he said, mouth at my throat, “” make you regret ever learning how to moan.”
Another knock.
Louder.
“Lyra, come on! You’re gonna miss the whole entrance!”
He let go.
His c**k was still out.
I scrambled for my shirt. Barely got it on.
My p***y was leaking. My thighs wet. My lips pink and swollen and bruised from not even being kissed.
I opened the door.
Tasha was there, holding glitter heels and a mesh dress.
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She blinked at me.
Then smirked. “Did you nap or nut?”
I said nothing.
She held out the clothes. “Come on. Let’s make you look like a whore.”
I looked back once.
Damon was still there.
Watching me go.
Still hard.
Still silent.
Still promising hell.
And I knew..tonight wasn’t over.
It hadn’t even f*****g started.
Pants
Tasha yanked me into her room before I could even catch my breath.
She didn’t say anything at first. Just kicked the door shut with her heel and turned toward the bed like this
was just any other party prep.
It wasn’t.
Not for me.
Not after what just happened on the bathroom floor.
My p***y was still throbbing. My throat still wet with the taste of him. My insides were slick and hot and trembling like I’d been dipped in electricity and dragged across tile.
But Tasha had no idea.
She was humming.
Spinning in circles like a little demon fairy, grabbing shoes and gloss and n
And then she turned.
Held the dress up.
It wasn’t a dress.
It was barely a whisper.
from the chaos of her bed.
Black mesh. Transparent. Stretchy/ Sleeveless. Two velvet straps where the cups should be. Slits that cut all
the way up to the hip. No lining. No modesty. No mercy.
Her grin was f*****g evil.
“This,” she said, waving it, “is gonna make the Devil jealous.”
My breath hitched.
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I was still dripping.
“You’re wearing this,” she continued, “with heels, gloss, no bra, no panties, and zero f*****g shame.”
I didn’t move.
She raised her brows. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna b***h out now.”
I opened my mouth to argue, to say anything, but she didn’t wait.
“Strip.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“Strip, baby girl. I’m dressing you up like the forbidden fantasy you are.”
My stomach dropped.
I hesitated.
Her eyes narrowed.
“You think I haven’t noticed?” she said, stepping closer. “The way you walk around here like a wet dream with no clue how many people want to f**k you stupid? Please.”
Her voice dropped.
“You’ve got virgin t**s, Lyra. Perfect. Perky. Soft as hell. The kind men pray for. You’ve got this whole sweet–innocent–face but ‘ruin me‘ body thing going on. And I swear to God, if you don’t let me show you off tonight, I’m disowning you.”
I stared at her.
Still frozen.
Still aching.
She gave me a look that was half threat, half worship.
“Take. The. Shirt. Off.”
My hands moved before my brain caught up.
I lifted it slow.
Over my head.
And when it dropped to the floor, I felt her eyes drag over every inch of skin I’d just exposed.
“Holy. Shit.”
Her voice was breathless.
Like she’d just seen something sacred.
She stepped closer.
Her fingers hovered near my chest but didn’t touch. Just circled,
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“Your n*****s are so f*****g hard,” she whispered. “Jesus, Lyra. Look at your t**s. They’re unreal.
I looked down.
They were flushed.
High.
Pink tips stiff and aching.
My skin was still warm from Damon’s touch.
My chest rose and fell with every breath I couldn’t fully catch.
“You have the kind of t**s people write porn about,” she said, eyes wide. “Like..fuck, they’re heavy, but not saggy. Perfect handfuls. Your n*****s look edible. Are you kidding me?”
I covered them out of instinct.
She slapped my hands away. “Don’t you dare.”
Then she spun me toward the mirror.
“Look at yourself.”
I did.
And gasped.
My reflection was filthy.
My cheeks were flushed. My lips pink and slightly parted. My chest was flushed. My thighs were wet. Shiny with leftover slick that hadn’t dried from the bathroom floor.
I couldn’t even look at my own eyes.
They looked f****d.
Hungry.
Destroyed.
Tasha grabbed the mesh dress from the bed and stepped up behind me.
“Arms up.”
Lobeyed.
She slipped it over my head. Pulled it down my body inch by inch, smoothing it over my curves.
The mesh clung like it was painted on.
Every curve.
Every n****e.
Every twitch of my hips.
The velvet straps cupped my t**s without covering them. The material dragged along my waist, pulled tight across my hips, and stopped just barely over the swell of my cunt.
I didn’t even feel dressed.
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I felt marked.
Tasha stood back.
“Jesus,” she whispered. “You look like a virgin sacrifice.”
I couldn’t speak.
She grabbed the heels. Silver. Shiny. High as hell.
“Step in.”
I did.
She crouched and strapped them around my ankles, her fingers brushing my calves like she was handling a porcelain doll.
Then she stood and grabbed a gloss tube.
It was a pink, we all t and glittering gloss.
She twisted it open and leaned in, dragging the wand across my bottom lip.
“Lick your lips.”
I did.
She stared at me in the mirror.
“You’re a f*****g wet dream.”
Hooked.
And she was right.
The dress showed everything.
My n*****s. My belly. My thighs. The faint streak of arousal still clinging to my skin.
My legs trembled.
My chest ached.
I looked like I’d been touched, teased, left on edge, and then dressed up in it.
Tasha grinned.
“You’re going to make him break.”
I turned toward her. “Who?”
She smirked. “Whoever’s dumb enough to think they can have you.”
I blinked.
Swallowed.
Didn’t answer.
Because I already knew.
There was only one man I wanted to break for me.
And he already had.
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“Let’s go,” Tasha said, tugging my wrist. “We’re gonna be late. You know Angel’s already snapping pictures
I could barely walk.
My legs weren’t working. My thighs were wet. But she was already yanking me down the hallway, heels
clacking against the floor as she practically skipped.
I followed like I wasn’t real.
Like I was floating.
Like I didn’t still taste his c**k on my lips.
We turned the corner into the living room and I stopped breathing.
“Daddy!” she called out. “Daddy!”
My stomach flipped.
My knees buckled.
He was standing near the bar. Shirtless.
Glass of whiskey in one hand. Sweatpants slung low on his hips. Chest broad. Abs sharp as f**k. Tattoos licking up one arm and disappearing across his collarbone.
He turned slowly.
Looked over his shoulder at the sound of her voice.
And the moment I saw his face..his mouth, his jaw, his f*****g eyes..
I couldn’t f*****g handle it.
f**k.
Fuuuck.
“How do we look?” Tasha asked sweetly, dragging me forward like I was a doll on display.
Damon didn’t answer.
His eyes dropped.
His gaze devoured me.
Started at my ankles.
Crawled up the silver heels.
Paused at my thighs.
The mesh was glued to my skin with arousal.
No panties. No mystery. Just wet, swollen, pink.
He saw it.
I know he saw it.
His eyes dragged higher.
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Over my hips.
My waist.
My tits..bare under the sheer mesh, n*****s hard and high and begging to be bitten.
Then finally, finally, he looked at my face.
And I swear to the f*****g Moon Goddess…
I came.
Right there.
One look.
My p***y clenched around nothing.
Heat flushed up my spine.
My vision blurred.
I swayed on my heels and had to lock my knees to keep from falling.
And he knew.
He knew.
The corner of his mouth twitched.
Not a smile.
Not even close.
“This dress is too short,” he said.
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