Ruin Me
Ruin Me
~~Lyra
Oh my God.
Oh my f*****g God.
He just said it. He actually just f*****g said it.
“Ride me, kitten.”
My brain short–circuited.
Did he seriously just say that to me? Like… out loud? Like with his actual voice and not the version in my head I hear when I’m in the shower rubbing one out at 2AM trying not to moan?
I just stared.
I was still on my knees. On his bed.
His bed.
Dominic–f*****g–Thornvale’s bed. My best friend’s dad.
And his cock..Jesus Christ his cock..was right there. Huge. Hard. Wet at the tip. Pulsing like it knew I was looking at it and liked the attention.
I should’ve been scared. Nervous. Ashamed maybe.
But I wasn’t.
I was wet.
I was shaking.
I was so f*****g turned on I couldn’t even think straight.
And I wanted to ride him so bad my thighs were twitching.
“Kitten,” he growled. “Don’t keep me waiting.”
I almost came just hearing that voice.
I moved.
Crawled to him like the desperate little heat–struck mess I was.
My dress was bunched up. My thong was probably somewhere on the floor or maybe still wrapped around my ankle, I didn’t f*****g care.
My knees slid against the sheets.
I was soaking the fabric under me. I could feel it.
My p***y was dripping. Actually dripping. Like I’d already been f****d, and this was round two.
I reached for his c**k. My fingers trembled.
It was hot.
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So hot.
Veins pulsing. Skin tight. So hard I could barely wrap my hand around it.
And the second I touched it..
He groaned.
His eyes flashed up to mine like warning sirens.
“Don’t tease,” he said. “Get the f**k on it.”
Oh my f*****g God.
Oh my f*****g f*****g God.
I straddled him.
My knees sank into the sheets on either side of his hips.
I looked down between us..between my thighs..and saw how soaked I was. Like ruin–level soaked. Like
porn–level wet. Like no teenage girl should be looking this needy in front of a man this old and this dangerous
but here I f*****g was.
“Damon,” I whispered.
His hands gripped my hips like iron shackles.
“What?”
“I’m..I’m scared.”
His eyes darkened. “Of what?”
“That you’re gonna break me.”
He smirked.
That arrogant, cocky, devastating smirk that made my insides flip and my cunt clench.
“Good,” he said.
I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.
And I reached down.
Guided his c**k to my entrance.
f**k.
It was big.
Like too big.
Like are–you–sure–this–fits kind of big.
I bit my lip. My whole body was vibrating.
I looked into his eyes.
And then I started to sink down.
Slow.
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Painfully f*****g slow.
The head popped in.
I gasped.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my f*****g God it’s too big. I can’t–I can’t…”
“You can,” he growled. “Take it.”
I whimpered.
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My nails dug into his chest. His skin was hot. Smooth. His tattoos flexed under my palms like they were alive.
Another inch.
Another stretch.
I couldn’t breathe.
It was too much.
It was splitting me open.
It was so f*****g deep I thought I could feel it in my throat.
But I kept going.
Because I wanted this.
Because my p***y was aching for it.
Because I needed him inside me more than I needed oxygen right now.
I moaned.
Loud. Filthy.
My voice cracked like I was crying.
“Damon–Daddy–it’s too deep–f**k–it hurts but it feels so f*****g good…”
His hands gripped my waist tighter.
“You’re doing so good, kitten,” he said, voice low. Rough. Dangerous. “Look at you. Taking my c**k like you were made for it.”
I cried out.
I didn’t even realize I was fully seated until my hips hit his thighs.
Oh my God.
He was all the way in.
Every inch.
Every vein.
Every thick, hot, pulsing part of him was inside me.
I felt full.
Stuffed.
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Claimed.
Like this was it. Like this was the moment that was going to change my whole f*****g life.
I sat there for a second, breathing hard. My chest heaving. My t**s bouncing with every inhale.
His c**k throbbed inside me.
And I swear..I felt my body
start to tremble.
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“You okay?” he asked, and there was something in his voice. Like he was actually holding back. Like if I said
the wrong word he’d flip me over and f**k me so hard the neighbors would hear.
I looked him dead in the eye.
And I smiled.
“Let me ride you, Daddy.”
f**k
I couldn’t believe I just f*****g said that.
Like it actually came out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so f*****g good.
He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared.
His jaw clenched.
His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap me in half.
And that look in his eyes.
God.
Like I’d just opened some forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down.
Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make me pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive
way.
His c**k twitched inside me.
I felt it.
Every f*****g inch of it.
And something in me snapped.
Something wild.
Something dark.
Something I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving.
My hips shifted.
Just a little.
Just enough.
The friction sent lightning through my spine.
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“f**k,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second.
“Fuck..oh my God, Damon…it’s…”
“Move,” he growled.
So I did.
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I lifted myself slowly, feeling every drag of his c**k along my walls. My muscles were so tight around him, like
my p***y didn’t want to let him go. Like I’d already gotten addicted in the first five seconds.
Then I dropped.
Hard.
“Oh my..fuck…!“”
My head fell back.
My hair whipped over my shoulders.
My t**s bounced.
My voice cracked.
And he groaned. Loud. Guttural. Like he felt that s**t in his soul.
I did it again.
Lifted.
Dropped.
Lifted.
Dropped.
My thighs started to shake, but I didn’t care.
I was riding him.
Actually riding him.
Dominic Thornvale.
My best friend’s dad.
The man I’d been crushing on in secret since the first time he yelled at me for sneaking into his wine cellar.
And now his c**k was splitting me open like I was a toy he didn’t plan to return.
“Good girl,” he grunted, his voice so deep it made my cunt clench again. “Look at you. You like riding Daddy’s c**k, don’t you?”
I whimpered.
I couldn’t even pretend to be good anymore.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Yes, yes, yes, I love it..I love your cock..it feels so f*****g good I can’t think-”
He sat up so fast I gasped.
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One of his hands slammed into my lower back.
The other fisted my hair.
And his mouth crashed into mine like he wanted to f**k my throat with his tongue.
I moaned into it.
I kissed him like I was starving.
Like I was his.
Like I belonged to him now and nothing else mattered.
Then he pulled back.
Grabbed my jaw.
Looked me dead in the eye.
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“You’re mine now,” he said. “No more games. No more teasing. I don’t care if your little friends find out. I don’t care if the whole f*****g world finds out. I’m going to f**k you in every room of this house and make sure you leak for days. You understand me?”
I moaned so loud I almost cried.
My cunt clenched so hard I saw stars.
“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.
“Yes, please–I want it–I want all of it–I want you to ruin me…”
And then I started to ride him again.
Faster this time.
Harder.
The sound of skin slapping filled the room.
My wetness was everywhere.
His c**k was sliding in and out of me like it belonged there.
And I couldn’t stop moaning.
I couldn’t stop saying his name.
Damon. Damon. Damon.
My legs were shaking.
My body was tingling.
I felt like I was going to break apart.
Then he reached between us.
Pressed his thumb to my clit.
“OH…FUCK-!”
I almost blacked out.
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I swear I almost f*****g died.
It was too much.
Too good.
Too dirty.
Too f*****g real.
I grabbed his shoulders.
Dug my nails in.
Bounced harder.
Faster.
His name was a prayer on my tongue.
My orgasm was a grenade in my belly.
And I was ready to explode.
“Come on, kitten,” he whispered.
“Come on Daddy’s c**k. I want to feel you soak me. I want to hear you scream.”
“I’m gonna..fuck–I’m gonna-!”
And then it hit me.
Like a f*****g earthquake.
I screamed.
I came.
Soaked him.
Shook like I was possessed.
My whole body went limp but still grinding because I couldn’t stop.
Couldn’t stop riding him.
Couldn’t stop crying.
Couldn’t stop moaning, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-” like it was the only word I knew.
He grabbed my ass.
Held me down.
And started thrusting up into me.
Deep.
Hard.
Unforgiving.
“You want more?” he growled.
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“You want Daddy to fill this tight little p***y, don’t you?”
“Yes!”
My throat was raw.
My tears were real.
And my cunt was still convulsing from the orgasm that wrecked me.
But I wanted more.
I wanted him to finish inside me.
I wanted to feel his c*m leak out of me while I walked.
I wanted to be ruined in every sense of the word.
“Do it,” I begged. “f**k me. Come in me. Make me yours.”
He snarled.
And the way he moved then.
Like a beast.
Like a man who’d waited too f*****g long.
Like he was never letting me go.
He slammed into me.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Then he roared.
I felt it.
Every hot, pulsing shot of c*m deep inside me.
I gasped.
My eyes rolled.
And I collapsed against him, panting, shaking, full of his c**k and his c*m and every filthy thing we just did.
And all I could think was.
Oh my God.
I just f****d my best friend’s dad.
And I wanted to do it again.
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