Oil S*x
~Lyra
Okay first of all… y’all probably wanna know why the hell I left this sexy, panting, c**k–drenched Alpha tied up to a chair and went to go get oil like I’m about to fry plantain or something.
Right?
You’re like..girl what the f**k is wrong with you? Are you not pregnant? Is your p***y not already sore? Are your t**s not leaking enough milk to feed a whole orphanage? Shouldn’t you be laying down with an ice pack instead of grabbing oil like it’s about to be round ten in a porn shoot??
Because I had a plan.
And that plan was: make my Alpha Daddy lose his mind.
Not just a little. Not just get him horny and make him c*m once like some regular b***h. No. I was going to
ruin him.
I was going to break every last thread of his self–control until he was twitching, leaking, knotting me again without even realizing he did it, and begging to c*m in his own Omega’s name like he was praying.
So yes. I brought oil.
And I brought attitude with it.
I walked back into that room like I was a goddess returning to her temple, my skin glowing, my slick thighs
practically glistening with how soaked I already was, and my hand clutching that oil like it was the sacred weapon I was about to use to bring a grown–ass Alpha to his knees.
And when I saw him?
Oh. My. f*****g. Goddess.
He was still sitting there with his legs spread wide, arms stretched behind him gripping the chair like a
desperate sinner clinging to the last bit of heaven before he fell straight into hell, and his c**k–his c**k–was
standing so tall and twitching so hard I swear it was crying for me.
I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to.
+ dropped right between his thighs and poured that oil into my palm, slow as sin, letting every single drop
catch the light like I was pouring gold. And when that warm oil hit my skin and I wrapped my slick, dripping
hand around his c**k?
He moaned.
Not just any moan.
It was that kind of deep, helpless, primal moan that shoots straight up a girl’s spine and makes her cunt
clench so hard it hurts.
His hips didn’t move. He didn’t dare disobey me. But his entire body shuddered like I had just cast a spell on his d**k.
And maybe I did. Because the way he looked at me? Like I was magic. Like I was his curse and his salvation
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at the same time.
Like he didn’t know whether to worship me or f*****g cry.
So I stroked.
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Long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the tip, twisting slightly, squeezing just enough to make his thighs twitch, and his c**k started leaking so much I had to use both hands to keep the rhythm going.
“You see now?” I whispered as I looked up at him, mouth right over the head of his c**k, letting my breath. tickle the tip without ever touching it. “You see why I brought the oil?”
He didn’t answer. He just groaned and threw his head backwards.
So I stood up, straddled his lap like I was sitting on a throne, and when I slid the head of his c**k into my p***y?
We both gasped.
At the same time.
Because he was hot. He was hard. He was soaked. And I was wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.
The oil mixed with my slick and made everything glide like a dream, and I sank down on him..inch by inch until I was sitting all the way down and moaning into his mouth like a girl in heat who finally got her favorite toy back.
I started rolling my hips. Letting his c**k rub against every single sensitive spot inside me while my swollen belly pressed tight against his abs and my milk dripped down my stomach and smeared across his chest.
“You like this, Daddy?” I moaned in his ear, gripping his shoulders as I bounced just once, slow and hard enough to make my thighs slap down and his breath catch.
“You like watching your pregnant little Omega ride you like a c**k–hungry w***e? You like when I take control and make your c**k mine?”
He didn’t growl. He didn’t speak. He just shivered.
And that was all I needed.
Because I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I started riding him for real, bouncing on his c**k like it was my full–time job. The oil made it so slick I could feel him glide in and out with this filthy, wet sound that echoed in the room every time my hips dropped.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
My thighs were clapping. My belly was bouncing.
And my t**s were leaking milk all over his stomach like I was marking him.
I leaned forward, panting, grinding down as hard as I could, and I said it naughty as hell.
“This c**k is mine now.”
His head fell back and he let out this low, broken sound that made my whole p***y spasm.
“Say it,” I whispered. “Say it, Daddy. Say this c**k belongs to me.”
“You own it,” he growled, voice barely there. “You f*****g own me.”
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I moaned so loud it echoed. I clenched around him. I felt his knot start to swell. And I smiled.
f**k I’m going to c*m.
I swear to everything holy, unholy, and everything dripping between my legs right now, I am going to c*m, and it’s not going to be pretty or soft or polite. It’s going to be filthy.
The kind of orgasm that turns your body into jelly and your voice into a scream you can’t control. The kind that makes your soul leave your body, look down at you, and go, “Damn, girl.”
Because this man..this Alpha, this goddamn daddy with his c**k twitching inside me like it’s got its own heartbeat..is breaking me.
And I love it.
I’m riding him like I was born for it. Like this was my purpose. Like my slick little cunt was molded to take every inch of him and wring him dry.
My hips are bouncing, my belly is pressed tight to his abs, my t**s are leaking milk all over his chest, and every single drop of oil I poured on us is making this the wettest, nastiest, most godforsaken s*x of my entire
life.
And I’m not stopping. I can’t.
Because his c**k is twitching so hard I can feel every vein, every pulse, every needy throb of him inside me.
His knot is swelling. His grip is tightening. His jaw is clenched so hard I can see his teeth grinding, and his eyes are locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.
And I am.
Right now, I am his whole world.
His little Omega, eighteen and dripping and ruined.
His good girl turned filthy rider.
His pregnant mess of a mate who’s losing her mind on his c**k and about to c*m so hard she’ll probably
squirt.
“Daddy,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his chest while my thighs slapped against his with every drop of
my hips. “Daddy, I can’t–f**k–I’m gonna c*m. I’m gonna c*m all over you. I’m gonna make a mess. I can’t
hold it, I can’t..”
“I can’t hold it!”
Oh my God, I can’t f*****g hold it. My whole body is shaking, and I swear my p***y is about to suck the soul.
out of his c**k if I c*m again like this.
I’m bouncing on him, soaking him, riding him like I’ve never ridden anything in my life, and my legs are jelly. My thighs are clapping against his. My swollen belly is bouncing.
His c**k is so deep inside me I feel like I can’t breathe, and the only words I can manage right now are
coming out in one loud, desperate moan
“I can’t–I can’t hold it, Daddy–f**k–I’m gonna cum..”
Before I even finish the sentence, Damon grabs my ass so hard I scream.
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His fingers dig deep into my flesh, squeezing, spreading me wider as he slams my hips down and holds me there like he’s daring me to move.
His c**k is twitching inside me, so thick, so hot, so f*****g swollen it feels like I’m splitting open all over again. My eyes roll back. My hands grip his shoulders like I’m falling. My mouth hangs open like I’m choking on the orgasm crawling up my spine.
“f**k,” he growls, low and savage, his voice so deep it vibrates through my cunt. “Pour the oil on my chest,
kitten.”
Oh my God. Oh my f*****g God. Did he just..
I reached for the bottle like I was under a spell, like my brain wasn’t even working anymore and I was just a slutty little puppet doing whatever my Alpha told me to.
My hand was shaking. My t**s were bouncing. I tilted the bottle and let the oil spill right over his chest.
Thick, glossy, dripping trails of gold ran down his muscles. His abs shimmered. His n*****s gleamed. The sight of it made my p***y clamp down again, tight enough to make us both groan at the same time.
And then I lost it.
I put both my hands on his chest, slippery with oil, and I bounced harder.
Not just cute little bounces. I mean hard. Wet. Loud. Slap after slap, my thighs hit his. My t**s hit my belly. My belly hit his abs.
And his cock..his c**k was destroying me. I could feel every vein. Every pulse. I was sliding up and down that
shaft like my cunt was possessed and starving.
“Daddy,” I cried, dragging my hands over his chest, oil making it easy to glide over every ridge of his body. “Oh my God, I can’t–I can’t–I’m gonna f*****g c*m again, I swear–I can’t stop..”
My hand flew to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and I pulled. I bounced harder. Faster. The oil made my skin slick against his. His c**k was hitting my deepest spot with every thrust. I was so close it
hurt.
And then I heard him.
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