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~Lyra~
Oh f**k.
My entire body lit up like someone had poured gasoline in my bloodstream and flicked a match. My breath caught. My thighs pressed together on instinct, but it was useless. The second he touched me like that, it
was over. I was already gone. Again.
“From where, Daddy?” I asked, wide–eyed and teasing as I stepped back slowly, pulling the shirt higher up my thighs just enough for him to see that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
His eyes darkened instantly. Like night had dropped straight into his pupils.
And God, that look. That look.
That was the one that made me feel like prey. Like I was about to be devoured and not just metaphorically,
but literally, with his mouth, his hands, his tongue, his everything..
He moved toward me, slow and purposeful, and I backed up until the backs of my knees hit the bed, and I dropped down with a little squeak because holy s**t, the way he was looking at me made my skin burn.
I spread my legs just a little.
Just enough to tease.
Just enough to make him feel it.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, biting my lip. “You want to finish what we started, Daddy? Even though I’m
still mad at you for lying about that crazy pipe lady on the phone?”
He raised a brow like he was about to punish me for that tone, but his mouth curved into something darker.
Hungrier.
Then he dropped to his knees.
Right between mine.
And I swear I forgot how to breathe.
His hands slid up my legs slowly. Like he was claiming every inch of me all over again, startin m scratch,
like I hadn’t already been split open by him earlier. My breath caught in my throat and I couldn’t stop the tiny whimper that slipped past my lips, even though I tried to play it cool. I always tried.
But Damon Thornvale was my weakness.
And he f*****g knew it.
“You know,” I murmured, letting my hand fall to his chest
“I’m still mad at you, Daddy. In case you forgot.”
He raised his head slightly, eyes locking with mine. And that look? That look made my toes curl. Like I was being dragged into hell with nothing but his mouth as my guide and God help me, I wanted to go.
“I mean, seriously,” I went on, voice all breathy and dramatic even though my pulse was rioting in my neck.
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You left me here. Dripping. Aching. Practically folded in half with my soul leaving my body–and for what? A
call with some insane woman threatening pipe violence like she was auditioning for a horror movie?”
He didn’t speak. His lips just curled slightly, dark and knowing, like he loved every second of me unraveling in
front of him. I shifted closer on the bed, spreading my legs a little wider, just enough to give him a better view of exactly how soaked I still was for him. He didn’t miss it. His eyes dipped straight to my p***y like he was already tasting it in his head.
“I could’ve died, you know,” I continued, pretending to pout as I slowly dragged the shirt higher, lifting it inch by inch until my entire core was exposed and his breath visibly caught. “Alone. Cold. You don’t just leave a girl after making her come like that, Damon. That’s criminal.”
His hands gripped my thighs tighter. I could feel the tension in his fingers, like he was holding himself back from just diving in and wrecking me right there.
“And now,” I added, tilting my head like a brat, “you think you can just get back between my legs without apologizing? Without explaining why you were talking to pipe–wielding crazies while your kitten was sitting here thinking about your tongue?”
Still no words.
But his mouth was getting closer.
And I wanted to tease him until he snapped.
“So go ahead,” I said sweetly, licking my bottom lip and rolling my hips forward just enough to brush against his mouth, “say you’re sorry, Daddy. Or maybe I’ll just close my legs and keep all this wet, desperate p***y to
myself.”
That did it.
He growled low–deep and rough and so hot I thought my brain short–circuited–and then his tongue flicked out, fast and punishing, right against my clit, and my whole body jerked like someone had plugged me into a
socket.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned, grabbing his hair with both hands, “Okay, maybe you’re a little bit sorry. But I’m still mad. Keep apologizing.”
And he did.
With his tongue.
With his mouth.
“Oh my God-”
My head fell back, spine arching, hands clawing at the sheets behind me like I needed something to hold onto before I floated straight off the bed. His tongue was thick and warm and everywhere at once. It was like he’d mapped my body and was following every remembered inch, every swollen nerve, every wet, pulsing point of need that made me babble like I had no control over my mouth anymore.
And then he started talking.
Right against my p***y.
With his tongue still moving.
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“Still mad at me, kitten?” he growled into me, his lips dragging against my folds as his breath made me shudder. “Still think I left you? Hm?” He licked up again, slower this time, messier, with a growl vibrating directly against my clit. “I own this p***y. You think I’d leave something this perfect for long?”
I choked on my breath. My hands flew to his hair and I yanked, but it only made him groan deeper, louder, like
he liked the pain.
“You’re dripping,” he muttered, tongue swirling fast and deep. “You like running that bratty little mouth, but this greedy cunt’s already begging for me.” He shoved two fingers inside me without warning, curling them just right, and my entire body convulsed.
“Damon-“I gasped. My thighs trembled. My brain was white noise. I was trying to stay mad. I was trying to be sassy. But holy f**k he was licking me like he was going to die if he didn’t swallow every drop of my
orgasm.
He flicked his tongue against my clit so fast I screamed. Not like a little moan, no. A real scream. High and cracked and soaked with shock because I didn’t think it was possible to feel this much.
“You hear that?” he snarled into me, voice low and filthy, lips brushing my folds. “You hear how wet you are? This cunt’s sobbing for me, kitten. Maybe I should record this s**t. Let you hear how f*****g ruined you
sound.”
I gasped again, shaking.
My hips bucked straight off the bed but he held me down, both arms locking over my thighs as he devoured
- me.
And I couldn’t shut up.
“Oh my God oh my God Damon I swear–f**k–I was supposed to stay mad I swear I was supposed to–why does your mouth feel like this–I think I just died and came back–wait–I’m gonna come–Damon you’re not
even sorry are you?”
He didn’t stop. Not for one second.
His mouth stayed locked on my clit, sucking like he wanted my soul through it, and his fingers just kept pumping, harder, faster, hitting that spot that made me stutter every time he curled them.
“Say it,” he demanded against me. “Say you forgive me.”
“f**k you!” I moaned, toes curling. “This is not forgiveness, this is brain damage, I don’t even know my name right now-”
He pulled back just an inch, lips slick, beard wet, voice low enough to crack me open from the inside. “Say
you’re mine.”
I could barely see. The room was spinning. I was on the edge of something violent, something hot and loud and crawling up my spine like a tidal wave about to crush me.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” I whispered, trembling all over. “I’m so yours.”
And just like that, he buried his face in me again, tongue sliding deep as he sucked me into a full–body orgasm so loud, so messy, so intense, I forgot where I was. I screamed again, legs shaking uncontrollably, hips jerking against his mouth because I couldn’t not move. It was too much.
He groaned as I came, low and proud, like he loved watching me break, like this was his favorite part–me
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“Still mad at me, kitten?” he growled into me, his lips dragging against my folds as his breath made me shudder. “Still think I left you? Hm?” He licked up again, slower this time, messier, with a growl vibrating directly against my clit. “I own this p***y. You think I’d leave something this perfect for long?”
I choked on my breath. My hands flew to his hair and I yanked, but it only made him groan deeper, louder, like
he liked the pain.
“You’re dripping,” he muttered, tongue swirling fast and deep. “You like running that bratty little mouth, but this greedy cunt’s already begging for me.” He shoved two fingers inside me without warning, curling them just right, and my entire body convulsed.
“Damon-“I gasped. My thighs trembled. My brain was white noise. I was trying to stay mad. I was trying to be sassy. But holy f**k he was licking me like he was going to die if he didn’t swallow every drop of my
orgasm.
He flicked his tongue against my clit so fast I screamed. Not like a little moan, no. A real scream. High and cracked and soaked with shock because I didn’t think it was possible to feel this much.
“You hear that?” he snarled into me, voice low and filthy, lips brushing my folds. “You hear how wet you are? This cunt’s sobbing for me, kitten. Maybe I should record this s**t. Let you hear how f*****g ruined you
sound.”
I gasped again, shaking.
My hips bucked straight off the bed but he held me down, both arms locking over my thighs as he devoured
- me.
And I couldn’t shut up.
“Oh my God oh my God Damon I swear–f**k–I was supposed to stay mad I swear I was supposed to–why mouth feel like this–I think I just died and came back–wait–I’m gonna come–Damon you’re not
even sorry are you?”
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He didn’t stop. Not for one second.
His mouth stayed locked on my clit, sucking like he wanted my soul through it, and his fingers just kept pumping, harder, faster, hitting that spot that made me stutter every time he curled them.
“Say it,” he demanded against me. “Say you forgive me.”
“f**k you!” I moaned, toes curling. “This is not forgiveness, this is brain damage, I don’t even know my name right now-”
He pulled back just an inch, lips slick, beard wet, voice low enough to crack me open from the inside. “Say you’re mine.”
I could barely see. The room was spinning. I was on the edge of something violent, something hot and loud and crawling up my spine like a tidal wave about to crush me.
“I’m yours, Daddy,” I whispered, trembling all over. “I’m so yours.”
And just like that, he buried his face in me again, tongue sliding deep as he sucked me into a full–body orgasm so loud, so messy, so intense, I forgot where I was. I screamed again, legs shaking uncontrollably, hips jerking against his mouth because I couldn’t not move. It was too much.
He groaned as I came, low and proud, like he loved watching me break, like this was his favorite part–me
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completely ruined and babbling and dripping down his chin.
And then I felt him stand.
His mouth left me.
His voice dropped to my ear.
“Now sit that pretty ass on my face and ride it like you’re still mad.”
And I swear, I nearly came again just hearing him say that.
And guess what y’all?
I f*****g sat my thick ass on his face and gave him the ride of his f*****g life.
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I climbed over him slowly, dramatically, because I knew he loved the view. My knees framed his head, my thighs still shaking, and my hands rested on the headboard for balance because I already knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold myself steady once he started eating again.
I looked down at him, and he just smirked like the devil. Eyes black. Hair messy. Mouth wet. He slapped my ass once, hard and loud, and growled, “Sit.”
So I did.
I sank down onto his mouth and holy f*****g hell–I swear to God, his tongue hit me like lightning.
He licked up into me so deep my spine curved on instinct and I rode. Not slow. Not gentle. I rode. Full grind. Face pressed. My hips rolled like my life depended on it, like I was trying to smother every last breath out of him with my p***y and make him f*****g thank me for it.
And he loved it.
His tongue was everywhere–flicking, sucking, circling my clit while his nose pressed right against my sweet spot and oh my God I started moaning like a damn pornstar.
“Daddy–f**k–yes, like that–don’t stop–don’t you f*****g stop-”
My head was thrown back, hair wild, nails clawing into the wall as I bounced on his face like it was a goddamn throne and I was meant to sit there,
I swear I saw stars. Galaxies. I wasn’t even on Earth anymore. I was in Damon’s world.
So yeah.
I rode his face like the spoiled, filthy little kitten I am.
And when I finally collapsed off him, drenched and shaking and wrecked, he looked up at me with his mouth covered in me and that stupid, perfect smirk on his face like he was proud of the mess he made.
And y’all?
Let me just say this one time for the girls in the back:
Get yourself a man like Damon.
A man who doesn’t care about your attitude. Who’ll let you yell, pout, tease, throw a tantrum–then drop to his knees, grab your thighs, and eat you until you see f*****g God. A man who’ll make you come so hard you forget your name, your sins, and whatever you were mad about in the first place.
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Because baby, I might be eighteen, I might run my mouth, I might start fights I can’t win–but Damon?
Damon ends every single one of them with his tongue.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way.
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