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His Property 19
~Lyra~
The tires hit the road like thunder and oh my God.
Oh my f*****g God.
I forgot how to breathe.
I was still on his lap.
Still straddling him.
Still dripping.
Still shaking.
My thighs were literally vibrating. My panties were so wet they felt like they’d melted into my p***y. I wasn’t even sure they were there anymore. I was basically naked. Naked and throbbing. In his lap. While he drove.
Why the f**k am I still on him?
Why is he hard?
Why am I hard?
Wait..girls don’t get hard..I mean my clit!
f**k! My clit is pulsing so bad it feels like it has a heartbeat. I swear if he touches me again I’m going to scream and c*m and possibly explode into a million horny teenage pieces.
And he’s not even touching me.
He’s just gripping the steering wheel like he wants to break it in half.
I tried to sit still. I really tried.
But every time the car hit a bump, his c**k pressed right against me and I swear I almost moaned.
Like actually. Out loud.
Like the kind of moan you make when you’re alone and grinding into your pillow and thinking about his hands choking you while he calls you his little girl…
Okay.
Pause.
No.
Not pause.
Rewind.
What the actual f**k, Lyra.
What the f**k is this life.
“You’re breathing too loud,” he growled.
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I froze.
Oh God.
Oh God oh God oh God.
I wanted to die.
No, I wanted to f**k.
No, I wanted to f**k then die.
Then f**k again. Then be resurrected. Then maybe die again dramatically in his arms while naked and sweaty and marked.
I opened my mouth to say sorry..
But he snapped.
“Say another word and I’ll f**k you on the hood.”
OhmyGodOhmyGod OhmyGod
My p***y clenched so hard it hurt.
Like actually hurt.
Like my body was trying to self–destruct out of desperate, unbearable need.
And the worst part?
I wanted that.
I wanted that so f*****g bad.
Like yes.
Please.
Put the car in park.
Drag me out.
Bend me over.
Ruin me while the whole street watches and I scream Daddy so loud birds fall out of the trees.
But I didn’t say anything.
Because I’m a good girl.
Because I was trying to earn it.
Because if I pushed one more button, I knew he’d go feral and I wasn’t sure if my uterus could handle that yet.
The car turned into the driveway and I swear the air in the car got thicker.
Like I was drowning in it.
Like it was 80% oxygen, 20% my own heat.
He turned off the engine.
And for a second, there was just silence.
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Except it wasn’t silence.
I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.
I could hear my breath.
I could hear how wet I was.
No seriously.
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I could hear the squelch when I moved slightly and my ruined p***y made that obscene noise against my
thighs.
I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.
Or Damon to open me and swallow me whole.
Either one, really.
“Get out,” he said.
Oh f**k.
His voice. That voice. It wasn’t just deep. It was destructive. It hit my spine like a whip and melted straight into my cunt like warm oil.
I tried to move. But my legs didn’t work. They were jelly. They were broken.
I was shaking like a virgin trying to sneak back into church after a three–day orgy.
I stumbled out of the car.
Literally stumbled.
Like Bambi after getting railed in the woods.
My dress stuck to my body. My thighs stuck together. My p***y throbbed with every single step and I swear my clit was crying.
And he..
He was walking like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just lick me like a man starved. Like he didn’t kiss me like I was his last breath. Like he didn’t slap my ass and promise to make me cry when I came.
I followed him.
Like a f*****g shadow.
A wet, horny, desperate little shadow.
And then..
The door shut.
Click.
And the world stopped.
He turned.
Looked at me,
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And I swear I saw it.
That moment.
The moment he decided he was going to break me.
He spun.
And I swear, I almost came from the way he did it.
Like he didn’t even think. Like his whole body just snapped toward me like instinct. Like something ancient in him decided I was prey and he was going to f*****g eat me alive.
Then his hands were on me. Grabbing me like I was his already. Like he’d paid for me in blood and wanted his
f*****g prize.
He ripped my dress off like it offended him, yanked it down like it didn’t deserve to be on my body. The wet fabric slapped the floor like a scream, and suddenly, I was bare.
Bare and trembling. Bare and wet. Bare and pressed up against the wall with my n*****s tight and my p***y leaking and my brain trying to catch up with what the f**k was happening.
Then he kissed me.
But it wasn’t a kiss.
It was war.
It was punishment.
It was everything I had been dreaming about and humping my pillow over and crying into my sheets for the past six months.
It was violent and wet and deep and angry and perfect.
And I gave in to all of it.
I moaned into his mouth…my lips open, my tongue desperate, my whole body trying to crawl inside him.
My legs wrapped around his waist because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted him closer. Because I needed something to grind against or I was going to lose my mind.
And when he pulled back just enough to speak..his lips were red and swollen and wet, and his eyes were dark like he didn’t see me as a girl anymore. He saw me as a f**k.
As a heat. As something he was about to claim in the most disgusting, delicious, feral way.
“You’re mine now.”
“Do you understand me, Lyra?”
His voice didn’t just vibrate in my ears.
It went straight between my legs.
Straight into my stomach.
Straight into the part of me that was already clenching just from the sound of him breathing.
I nodded so hard my whole head shook.
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“Yes. Yes, Daddy, I’m yours, I swear. Just don’t stop. Please, don’t f*****g stop. Please. I need it. I’ve needed it
since forever. I can’t take this anymore.”
He didn’t stop.
He dropped to his knees..dropped so fast it felt like my brain short–circuited.
Like oh my God, he was really going to do it.
He was really going to eat me out against the wall like the filthy, dangerous man he was.
He grabbed my thigh, lifted it up over his shoulder, ripped my thong down and oh God, it was soaked.
It clung to my p***y like it had been painted on, and when he tore it off, I swear I moaned like a slut.
Like an actual porn star moan escaped me without permission.
And then.
His mouth.
His mouth was on me.
He buried his face in my p***y like he was starving.
Like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and I was his f*****g salvation.
Like he was punishing me and worshipping me at the same time.
I screamed.
I mean, really screamed. Not a gasp. Not a whimper.
A full–blown cry that came from deep in my gut and ripped out of my throat as his tongue slid through my folds and straight into me.
It was hot.
It was deep.
It was messy.
It was everything.
He was groaning.
Moaning into me like I was feeding him sin.
His tongue was everywhere..flicking my clit, f*****g my hole, licking every inch like he was trying to clean me with his mouth.
“Daddy. Daddy. Oh my God, Damon. Please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”
My hands clawed at his hair.
My hips were moving without me/grinding into his face.
My whole body was on fire.
I was dripping down his chin.
I was losing myself in the feeling, in the sounds, in the heat.
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He slapped my thigh.
Hard.
The sting made me cry out again.
“Shut up and take it.”
I did.
I tried.
I swore I was trying.
But my p***y was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
Every lick made my eyes flutter.
Every suck made my thighs shake.
Every groan made my stomach twist and my clit scream.
He was devouring me.
He was f*****g me with his mouth.
He was making me come undone one flick at a time.
And I couldn’t think anymore.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t hold back.
I was gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Gone into him.
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Gone into the taste and the grip and the groans and the heat and the way he made me feel like I didn’t belong
to myself anymore.
Then he stopped.
He stood.
His face was dripping.
His lips were wet.
And he didn’t wipe it off.
He looked like a man who’d just slaughtered something and loved it.
Then he kissed me.
And I tasted myself.
And I moaned into his mouth because it was disgusting and hot and filthy and I didn’t care.
I wanted it.
I wanted all of it.
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He picked me up like I weighed nothing.
Carried me into the bedroom.
I clung to him like a rag doll in heat.
Then he threw me on the bed.
And I bounced.
And my legs opened.
And my n*****s ached.
And my heart was pounding in my ears.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching me.
Breathing hard.
His c**k hard as f**k behind his pants like an animal trying to break out of its cage.
“You wanted this.”
I nodded.
I nodded so fast I thought my neck would snap.
“You begged for this.”
“Yes. Yes, Daddy. I begged, and I’ll beg again. I’ll beg forever. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“You said you’d ride me.”
I swallowed.
My whole body was shaking.
I couldn’t stop looking at his bulge at the outline of the c**k that was going to break me.
“I will.”
He undid his belt.
So slow.
So threatening.
Like he was stripping for a sacrifice.
His pants dropped.
And then.
His c**k.
Holy mother of God.
It slapped his stomach, and I swear, I almost cried.
Thick.
Veined.
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Leaking.
Harder than anything I’d ever seen in my life.
I moaned.
Loud.
I couldn’t help it.
My p***y clenched just from looking at it.
He climbed on the bed.
Fisted himself once.
Twice.
“Then ride me, kitten. Show me how badly you want to be ruined.”
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