When Good Gels Get Ruin..
When Good Girls Get Ruined
~Lyra~
He kept thrusting. Hard. Deep. Fast. Each one harder than the last. His hands gripped my waist like he was
holding onto his last bit of control and about to lose it.
I could feel him getting bigger. Thicker. His knot was swelling. That hard, round pressure at the base of his
c**k started to stretch me open all over again.
I cried out. Not in fear. In desperation.
“Yes,” I screamed. “Yes, please. Knot me. Knot me again. I want to feel it. I want to feel you swell. I want to feel it lock. I want to feel your c*m shoot into me and stay there.”
He slapped my ass. So hard the sound echoed.
“You want Daddy’s knot?” he said. “You want me to lock this little cunt and fill you so deep it leaks out for
days?”
“Yes, please, f**k me,” I cried, my voice cracking under the weight of how badly I needed it, how ruined I already was.
“Please. I want it. I want all of it. I want your c**k, I want it so deep it touches places I’ve never even felt
before.
“I want it to hurt, Daddy. I want to feel it tomorrow. I want to taste it. I want to remember it when I sit down, when I walk, when I breathe. Please, Damon, please.”
I was babbling.
I knew I was.
But I couldn’t stop. The words were pouring out of my mouth like my cunt was the one speaking, like every desperate clench of my p***y was dragging the filth up my throat and forcing it out.
“You want it hard, baby girl?” he growled behind me. “You want to feel me ruin this little cunt again?”
“Yes,” I gasped, my fingers clawing at the sheets as I shoved my ass higher in the air. “Yes, f**k, yes. Ruin me. Break me. Make me scream into the mattress..
“I want your c**k to stretch me until I cry. I want to feel your knot swell inside me and lock me open. I want you to use me like I’m just a hole for your cum.”
He snarled.
I heard it.
I felt it.
His hands gripped my hips and then he slammed into me.
The scream that left my throat was animal. I didn’t even know I could make sounds like that. His c**k was so hard, so thick, so hot I felt it pulse the second he filled me.
My p***y clenched around him and the mess was instant. Loud. I could hear the squelch of my slick as he started to thrust and I moaned louder.
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“f**k,” I whimpered. “You’re so deep. You’re so f*****g deep, Daddy. I can feel you in my belly. You’re stretching me so wide. Oh my God. Oh my God.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back while he kept f*****g me. My back arched. My mouth fell open. My n*****s dragged across the sheets. I was dripping. Drenched.
My thighs were soaked. My ass was jiggling with every brutal slap of his hips against me and all I could think
was how f*****g good it felt to be owned.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he grunted. “This is what you were begging for. This tight, greedy little p***y swallowing my c**k like it was made for me.”
“It was,” I moaned. “It was made for you. I swear it was. No one’s ever been inside me like this. You’re the first. The only. The only one who’s ever made me scream like this.”
His c**k slammed deeper.
I saw stars.
My mouth dropped open again and I moaned so loud I didn’t even care if the whole f*****g neighborhood
heard me.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his hands gripping me harder, bruising my hips. “You keep clenching. You keep sucking me in. You’re so wet I can feel your slick on my thighs.”
“Because I love it,” I cried. “Because your c**k makes me wet just from the sound of your voice. I’m soaking your c**k, Daddy. I’m soaking your c**k and I want you to f**k me until it squirts out of me again. Please. Please don’t stop.”
“Say it,” he growled.
“Say what?”
“Say what you are.”
“I’m your slut,” I moaned. “I’m your little fucktoy. I’m your filthy, wet, c*m–soaked girl. I’m your best friend’s daughter’s best friend, bent over your bed and begging for your knot.”
He slammed in harder.
I choked on my scream.
My p***y fluttered like it couldn’t handle the stretch. His c**k was swelling. I could feel it. The knot. The pressure. The growing thickness of him locking inside me.
“Please, Daddy,” I sobbed. “Please knot me. Please stretch me open and lock me full. I want it. I need it. I want to feel your knot throb inside me. I want to be stuck. I want to feel you explode so deep it fills my womb.
His hand reached around and slapped my p***y.
I screamed.
Again.
My thighs trembled violently.
I was about to come.
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“I’m gonna come,” I whimpered, barely able to form the words. “I’m gonna come all over your c**k. I’m gonna soak it. I’m gonna squirt. Please don’t stop. Please let me. Please”
“Do it,” he growled. “*****g do it. Make a mess. Soak me, you filthy little bitch.”
And then I exploded.
My orgasm ripped through me so hard I collapsed onto the bed, shaking, sobbing, screaming his name while my p***y clamped around his c**k and squeezed like it was trying to milk every drop of c’m from his balls.
And then.
He knotted me.
I felt it swell.
I felt it lock.
I felt it stretch me open so wide I screamed again.
And then he came.
It flooded me.
It filled me.
It spilled out around his knot and ran down my legs and soaked the sheets. I was sobbing. I was breathless. I was shaking so hard my body wouldn’t stop clenching.
His c**k was still twitching. Still pulsing. Still pumping load after load of thick, hot, claiming c*m into my already overstretched p***y.
I couldn’t move.
I didn’t want to.
I was dripping.
Destroyed.
Knotted.
And f*****g proud of it.
I was still on my hands and knees, still spread, still trembling with his c**k knotted deep inside me like a plug, like a claim, like a brand. I couldn’t move. I didn’t want to.
My body was still dripping from the orgasm he ripped out of me and my mind was spinning in circles because I couldn’t process anything except the way his c*m was still pouring into me like he was trying to breed me right here, right now, like my body was just a leaking container for everything he had inside him.
And then.
The knock.
No. The slam.
Against my f*****g door.
“Lyra!”
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The voice shrieked my name like a curse and my heart jumped straight into my throat.
Oh no.
No. No. No.
That wasn’t just any voice.
That was Tasha.
I froze.
Like actually froze.
My p***y clenched instinctively around Damon’s c**k, which was still rock–hard and knotted and buried so deep inside me I could barely breathe. I whimpered because I was too full to think and too wrecked to move and too scared to even look at the door.
Then she screamed again..
“b***h!”
My stomach dropped.
“You f*****g asshole!”
Her words cracked through the air like thunder and I swear I felt them hit my spine. I was still naked. Still knotted. Still–face–down in her father’s sheets while her father held my hips like he was still deciding whether to f**k me again or shut her up first.
“You’re getting f****d too?!”
Oh my God. No. No. She couldn’t know. She couldn’t hear. She couldn’t see me like this.
“And you were looking at me like a saint when you found out I f****d six men?!”
Her voice was shrill, furious, shaking. And mine? Mine was f*****g gone. I couldn’t speak. My mouth was open. My face was flushed. My brain was screaming run but my p***y was still throbbing with the memory of how hard Damon had just come inside me.
“You–your moans are disturbing me!” she shouted. “I can’t even cry in peace without hearing you getting railed through the f*****g wall like a b***h in heat!”
I buried my face in the sheets and sobbed.
Not from pain.
From shame.
Because I was a b***h in heat. I was still clenching. I was still leaking. I was still twitching around Damon’s knot and thinking about how it had felt when he slammed in deep and told me I was his. And the worst part? I liked that she could hear it. I liked that she knew.
Because I wanted her to know what it sounded like when her father made me come so hard I forgot who I
was.
“Keep f*****g quiet,” she snapped again, pounding the door one more time. “Because if I hear one more moan come out of your mouth, I swear to God I’m kicking this door open and dragging your naked, c*m–drenched ass down the hallway.”
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I was shaking.
Literally shaking.
Not from fear. From need.
Because hearing her yell like that only made it worse. Only made my p***y throb harder around Darnón’s knot. Only made the mess between my thighs thicker and hotter and wetter.
I was dripping again. Actually dripping. I could feel it. His c*m sliding down the backs of my legs and sticking to my skin like I had been claimed in the dirtiest, most humiliating way possible.
And then Damon leaned down.
He was still inside me.
Still locked.
Still hard.
He leaned over my back, his chest heavy and hot against my spine, his mouth so close to my ear I felt the vibration of every word he said next.
“Moan louder.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I breathed, too stunned to speak.
“Let her hear you,” he whispered.
My stomach twisted.
“Let her know exactly who owns you.”
I whimpered again, but it wasn’t fear.
It was arousal.
My brain was screaming this is wrong but my body was soaked and needy and trembling like it wanted to be heard. Like I wanted her to know how f*****g good her father had just ruined me.
“You want to be a slut?” he growled. “Then be one. Be loud. Be proud. Show her what it sounds like when Daddy makes you come.
~f**k.
I froze for maybe a second. Maybe half
Then I moaned.
Loud.
Like embarrassingly loud.
Like the kind of moan that makes your toes curl and your face go hot because it doesn’t even sound like it’s coming from your throat – it sounds like it’s clawing out of your p***y.
“Oh God,” I whimpered, my whole body clenching. “Oh my God, Daddy, I can still feel it. Your c**k’s so deep I can feel it in my f*****g stomach.”
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I didn’t even care if she heard anymore.
No, that was a lie.
I wanted her to hear.
I wanted her to hear what it sounded like when her father knotted me.
Royalty Writes
#Vote# I’d stop here for today let me give y’all time to cool offe
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