Daddy’s Property
Daddy’s Property
~Lyra~
“What are you doing, you naughty ass little girl… f**k,” he growled, and the sound of it made my whole body clench. His voice dropped to that dangerous level again, the one that made me forget my name, my age, my responsibilities, and every rule in the universe.
He looked down at me like I had just turned into his favorite addiction. His hand moved to adjust the seat back, his legs spreading slightly, and I could tell–he was already hard. Already ready for me. And we hadn’t even left the driveway.
I looked up at him with the sweetest, most innocent expression I could fake, even though my mouth was watering and my p***y was already twitching from anticipation.
My skirt had slid up just a little from how I shated in my seat, and I knew he could see the tops of my thighs and maybe just a glimpse of how not innocent I actually was. I didn’t care. I wanted him to see. I wanted him
to break.
“I told you,” I said softly, my fingers already moving toward the waistband of his pants. “I just want to thank
you, Daddy.”
The second I said it again, he groaned. His jaw clenched so tight I thought it might snap. His eyes dropped to my mouth, then to my hands, and then right back to my eyes like he was trying to decide whether to pull me
into his lap or rip the seat out entirely.
His voice came out low and rough. “You think you can just crawl over here and suck my c**k like a thank–you
and get away with it?”
I smiled up at him like the smug little w***e I am. “Yes, Daddy. That’s exactly what I think.”
His hand slid into my hair. Not hard. Not rough. Just enough to let me know that the second I opened my
mouth, he was going to take it from me.
“You’re out of your mind,” he said, even as he leaned his head back against the seat, eyes burning into mine.”
But go ahead. Be a good girl. Thank me.”
I moved closer, my heart pounding so fast it felt like it was going to explode. My hands worked fast- unbuckling his belt, pulling down the zipper, freeing him from his pants–and when I wrapped my fingers
around his c**k, I felt it twitch in my hand like it had been waiting for my touch. It was so hot and thick and ready, my mouth watered all over again.
I leaned down and licked the tip, slow and soft, just to tease him. I could feel his muscles tighten. His grip on
my hair twitched. His breath caught in his throat.
“f**k, Lyra,” he hissed. “You’re going to make me crash this f*****g car before we even leave.”
I looked up at him, eyes wide and glassy and needy, and whispered, “Then don’t drive. Just sit back and let
me ruin you.”
He didn’t argue.
I took him into my mouth, inch by inch, letting the warmth of him fill my throat, my lips stretched wide as I sucked him deep. His groan shook through his entire chest.
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His hand pressed against the back of my head. He didn’t force me–he didn’t need to. I wanted it. I wanted every inch. I wanted him to feel how much I needed to please him.
I used every inch of my tongue as I dragged it along his c**k with deliberate pressure. I wanted to tease him, make him twitch, make him curse under his breath like he had no control left.
I could feel how hard he was pulsing in my mouth, thick and hot and already leaking, and that just made me hungrier. My spit started to coat him, dripping down my chin and onto my fingers as I held the base, keeping him steady while I sucked him in deeper.
I moaned around him, not just because it felt good–but because I wanted him to feel it. I wanted my mouth to vibrate around his c**k, to make him groan and grip the seat and tilt his head back with his eyes shut like
I was the best f*****g thing that had ever touched him. And I knew I was. I could tell by the way he cursed again, low and strained, one hand tightening in my hair as the other flexed against the leather of his seat.
“Just like that,” he growled, voice wrecked. “f**k, you’re so good at this. You’re going to make me c*m before I‘ even get the car started.”
His words made me moan again, louder this time. I sucked harder, moved faster, letting my lips slide up and down his length in smooth, filthy rhythm. I pulled back just to lick the tip, circling it with my tongue, tasting him, teasing him, then took him deep again until he hit the back of my throat.
His hips jerked, and he growled my name like he was about to lose it.
“Lyra, f**k, slow down–unless you want me to c*m in that sweet little mouth right now.”
I looked up at him, eyes wet and wide, and pulled off slowly, dragging my lips up the length of his shaft with one last moan. I held his c**k in my hand and whispered, “I do, Daddy. I want you to c*m in my mouth. I want
to taste all of it. Please.”
His head hit the back of the seat. His eyes slammed shut. His chest was rising and falling like he was about
to lose it completely. And I didn’t wait.
I wrapped my lips around him again and sucked him fast and deep, no teasing this time. Just full–on, messy, desperate, needy. My spit was everywhere. My mascara was probably halfway down my cheeks. And I didn’t care. I wanted to choke on him. I wanted to feel his c*m hit my throat and slide down like something I was
made to swallow.
He cursed again–louder now. His hand tightened in my hair, holding me still, his hips starting to buck just slightly as he lost control.
And then he growled it.
“Take it, baby. f**k, take it–take all of it-”
He exploded in my mouth with a deep, broken groan, and I swallowed him down, every drop, not stopping even when he twitched. I kept sucking, slow now, gentle, cleaning him up with my tongue like the obedient
little slut I had become for him. I licked the tip one last time, kissed the base, then looked up at him with spit on my chin and the dirtiest, proudest grin on my face.
He stared down at me like I was unreal.
And then he laughed, dark and wrecked, shaking his head as he reached for my face.
“Get your ass in the passenger seat,” he said, his voice still raspy. “Because if you keep looking at me like
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that, I swear I’ll f**k you again and you’ll miss first, second, and third period.”
And honestly?
I kinda wanted to.
I wanted to crawl right back into his lap, straddle him like the dirty little w***e I was becoming for him, and let him f**k me right there in the front seat like the entire neighborhood didn’t exist.
I wanted to slide down on that thick, still–twitching c**k and moan so loud the windows rattled. I didn’t care if someone walked by. I didn’t care if the car shook or if I missed school or if I ended up going to hell for this. All I knew was that I had just swallowed his c*m like it was mine to claim, and I wasn’t done yet.
I wanted his hands on my ass, gripping it so tight I bruised. I wanted him to shove my skirt up and call me his dirty little schoolgirl while he bounced me on his lap and told me how proud he was of my filthy mouth. I wanted his fingers in my hair, his lips on my neck, his breath in my ear as he told me not to stop, not to slow down, not until I was full again.
I wanted to grind on him like I was losing my mind. I wanted to make him c*m again and again and again until he couldn’t think straight, until he forgot where he was supposed to drop me off, until all he knew was the sound of my soaked cunt squelching around him and the way I kept moaning Daddy like it was my f*****g religion.
But instead, I sat back in my seat. I wiped my mouth slowly, licking the edge of my thumb like I was tasting frosting, and then pulled my skirt down–not that it helped. It still barely covered my thighs, and now that I’d
been on my knees gagging on c**k and drooling on his lap, it felt even shorter. My thighs were sticky. My lips
were swollen. My throat was raw. And I felt amazing.
He fixed his belt with one hand, started the car with the other, and acted like he hadn’t just come down my
throat so hard his eyes rolled back.
He looked at me once, that little smirk pulling at his mouth, and said, “You good?”
I turned my head, still catching my breath, and nodded. “So good.”
He chuckled under his breath, that deep rumble that always made my belly clench. “You’re trouble, you know
that?”
I grinned, resting back in my seat with my thighs still pressed tight together to keep from making a mess.”
Only for you, Daddy.”
He shook his head, but the way he looked at me was pure fire. Possessive. Dangerous. Like he already had
plans for what he was going to do to me the second the school bell rang and I was his again.
And God, I hoped he did.
Because I wasn’t just some eighteen–year–old girl anymore. I wasn’t just the best friend’s daughter. I wasn’t
just a quick f**k or a one–time mistake.
I was his.
His to use. His to protect. His to wreck. His to own.
And I never wanted to be anything else.
