Cem For Daddy
-Lyra-
Fuck Daddy’s gonna c’m now f**k Daddy’s gonna c*m. I wanna c*m on your pretty face, kitten. I want you
on your knees when I c*m. Fuck. I’m cumming. On your knees now.”
The moment he said it, my whole body reacted before my brain could catch up.
I slid off his lap so fast it was like my soul had been yanked downward. My thighs were trembling.
My p***y was still gaping and soaked from how hard I’d been riding him, and yet I dropped to my knees between his wide–spread legs like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment.
1 looked up at him with my mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide. I didn’t care that I looked ruined. I didn’t care that my face was flushed, my skin was shiny with oil, and my thighs were soaked from slick and sweat.
I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be his dirty little girl with Daddy’s c*m painting my entire f*****g face.
And the second his fist gripped his c**k, I knew I was about to get it.
He didn’t stroke it more than once. He didn’t need to. That thick, angry c**k was already twitching so violently I thought it might c*m from the way I looked at it.
His knuckles were white. His abs were flexed so hard I could see every ridge. And when he let go..when he roared, head thrown back, body locked tight..
I watched the first hot, thick rope of c*m shoot from the tip and slap against my cheek with a wet, filthy sound that made my p***y clench so tight it hurt.
The second rope hit me right across my lips. It smeared down my chin and onto my throat. The third
splashed onto my tongue, and I moaned loud.
I f*****g moaned because I could taste him. Because I could feel it dripping down my skin. Because I was
completely covered in his c*m and I was proud of it.
He was still coming. More hot streams of c*m painted my throat, my t**s, the top of my belly. I felt it running between my breasts, mixing with my milk, sliding down my stomach. It was everywhere. My mouth. My nose.
My lashes. My jaw. My entire f*****g chest.
And I didn’t move. I stayed right there, mouth wide, tongue out, face tilted up like the little c*m–hungry kitten l
knew I was.
Because this was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I wanted to be drenched in him. I wanted to smell
like him. I wanted to be the mess he made.
When the last drip finally oozed from his c**k and landed on the curve of my t**s, I looked up at him. His
chest was rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon.
His arms were trembling. His eyes were locked on me like I was his obsession, his downfall, his heaven and his hell all in one.
I wiped a thick drop of c*m off my cheek with one finger. I dragged it slowly to my mouth and sucked it off with a wet pop. I made sure he watched every second of it. I made sure he knew that I wasn’t just letting him
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mark me..I wanted it.
“Thank you for the meal, Daddy,” I said, my voice low and sweet. “You came so much. You covered me. You
made me your canvas.”
I said it slowly, proudly, with my mouth still wet and my tongue catching the last creamy drop sitting on my lower lip.
My voice came out soft but filthy, soaked in everything I had just taken. I was still on my knees.
My body was trembling, my chest was rising and falling with every breath, and my entire face–my cheeks, my lips, my chin, even my lashes–was painted in Daddy’s c*m.
And I f*****g loved it.
I looked up at him with my tongue out, not even pretending to be innocent.
“You taste so good,” I whispered, licking my lip again and dragging my finger across my cheek where his c*m
had landed thick and hot.
“You gave me so much, Daddy. You made such a mess all over me. My face, my t**s, my throat..fuck, I’m
covered.”
I sucked that c*m off my finger with a pop, and I moaned while doing it.
I didn’t stop there. I reached between my t**s, collecting more of it where it had mixed with my milk, and I
smeared it across my chest like lotion.
My skin was slick and shiny and hot. I could feel it sliding down the curve of my breasts and pooling in the space between them. I could feel it on my stomach, on my belly, on my lips.
And I f*****g adored it.
“I’m such a good girl for you, aren’t I?” I said, voice trembling but steady, hand sliding up his thigh as I stared
at his c**k still twitching in front of me.
“I made you c*m so hard. I made your c**k throb. You couldn’t even help yourself, Daddy. You painted me like
I was your canvas.”
I leaned in and kissed the head of his c**k, slow and wet, tasting the drop that was still clinging to the tip. My
eyes never left his. My mouth stayed open..
“I’m still hungry,” I whispered. “I want more.”
He looked down at me with that wrecked, dangerous stare that made my heart skip and my p***y clench. His chest was still rising fast. His abs were tight. His hand flexed at his side like he was barely restraining
himself.
“You look so f*****g filthy right now he growled. “Covered in my c*m. Proud of it. You’re perfect like this. My Omega. My slut. My beautiful little/c*m–drenched kitten.”
I whimpered.
My thighs squeezed together. I stroked his c**k once, slow and tight, and it jerked in my hand.
“I want your c**k to spray c*m on me,” I said, breathless and desperate. “I want to feel you get hard again. I want to taste every drop. I want to swallow you, Daddy. Please. Let me be your good girl.”
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He moved slowly, his hand reaching out, fingers sliding into my hair like he was claiming me all over again.
His thumb smeared more c’m across my cheek before dragging down to my chin. He tilted my head up with that grip, firm and possessive, and his voice dropped low.
“Open your mouth,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “And don’t close it until I say.”
And I did. I opened my mouth wide like I was starving, like I’d just crawled through hell to kneel at his feet and beg for another taste of his c*m. My tongue hung out.
And he watched me.
Like he’d built me for this.
He grabbed the base of his c**k, thick and veiny and still rock–hard, and started stroking it with one strong, slick fist. His hand moved fast.
Like he was desperate to c*m again, and this time, he wanted to give me every single drop straight from his soul. His hips jerked.
His jaw clenched. His muscles tightened, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he fisted his c**k
right in front of my face.
“f**k,” he groaned, staring down at me like I was holy. “You look like a dream, kitten: You’re on your knees
with my c*m all over your face. You’re so ready for it. You want more, don’t you?”
I nodded slowly, tongue still out, my voice barely steady from how bad I needed him.
“Yes, Daddy. I want more. I want to taste it. I want to feel it. I want you to c*m all over my tongue. On my face.
On my t**s. Everywhere. Please, give it to me again.”
“f*****g hell,” he growled, it was turning him on, his strokes growing faster, c**k pulsing violently in his hand.
“You’re going to take it. Every f*****g drop. You’re going to sit there and let me mark you again.”
And then he came again.
It hit me like fire.
The first stream shot straight into my mouth, hot and thick and powerful, and I moaned loud around it,
opening wider, swallowing it down like it was the only thing keeping me alive.
The second sprayed across my lips, across my tongue, down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it. I let it run. I let it
coat me.
The third hit me in the center of my chest, splashing between my t**s and mixing with the milk still leaking
from my swollen n*****s.
I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat, by the weight of it, by how much there was.
And he didn’t stop. Another rope hit my left breast, soaking the top of it, streaking across my skin in a long,
sticky line. The next hit both n*****s at once.
The sight of it, white c*m dripping from the tips of my leaking t**s made my p***y pulse again so hard I almost collapsed.
“More,” I whispered, licking around my mouth, tasting every drop I could reach. “Please daddy keep going”
“f**k, kitten,” he groaned, voice raw and wrecked. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
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And then it happened again for the last time.
One last thick burst of c*m shot from his c**k, landing directly on the bridge of my nose and sliding down between my eyes.
I blinked, moaned, opened my mouth wider just in case another drop was coming, and smiled as I felt it roll down to join the mess already dripping across my lips and jaw.
He moaned again, lower this time, almost like a whimper, like his whole body had been emptied.
His hand loosened around his c**k as the final drop leaked from the tip and hung there for a second before dripping onto my chest, right where his other load had pooled earlier.
And then..just as I was dragging my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, still kneeling in the mess of my own ruin..we both heard it.
His phone rang.
It cut through the silence and I blinked, still panting, still dripping, still painted like his personal masterpiece.
He didn’t move at first.
Just stood there, breathless, eyes locked on me like I was the center of his entire f*****g world. His jaw flexed. His brow twitched. The sound of the phone ringing again made his expression shift.
“f**k,” he muttered under his breath, growling like the sound offended him. “That must be from the pack.”
I swallowed, still tasting him, my eyes wide as I licked a drop of c*m from my upper lip and pressed my t**S
together to feel the warmth of it leaking down my chest.
He didn’t even look toward the phone.
“I’ll answer them tomorrow,” he said.
“Right now, I gotta get you all cleaned up.”
I smiled cause honestly I couldn’t wait to see what his version of “cleaned up” meant.
So, folks… did I have the most mind–blowing, toe–curling, body–shaking experience of my entire life? Hell
f*****g–yes.
My p***y’s still throbbing, my thighs are sore as hell, and I swear I can still taste him on my tongue. And I just
know some of you filthy little bitches are horny right now..don’t lie, I see you b***h.
Anyway… just when I thought everything was fine.
Something happened.
Wanna know what it was?
See you in the next chapter, sluts. Muah.
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