~Damon~ She was so warm. So soft. So wrecked. I’d watched her fall asleep with my cum leaking down her thighs. I’d dried her off with my own hands. Held her until the tremors slowed and her breath went soft against my chest. But I couldn’t sleep. Not with her scent in my lungs. Not with her cunt still twitching around nothing. Not with my cock hard again, laying thick and angry against her ass like it missed her already. I couldn’t help it. Not when she looked like that. Naked. Flushed. Legs parted in her sleep. A ruined little girl who’d let me fuck her throat, her pussy, her soul..and still begged for more. So I slid back in. Carefully. Slow. Buried the tip of my cock into her warm, soaked cunt while she slept, and watched her face twitch from the stretch. She moaned in her sleep. Tried to shift. But I grabbed her hips. Kept her still. Pulled her ass back until I was halfway in. And fuck, the feeling… She was still wet. Still swollen. St
And I lost it again. Because hearing that? Watching her reflection? Feeling her cunt clamp down? It shattered me. I came again. Harder. Hotter. Deeper. Thick, endless ropes of cum shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out. I buried it. Held her there. Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear: “You’ll never get away from me.” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth just opened in a silent moan. Her body shook. Her knees buckled. And I held her up. Because that’s what a good Daddy does. ~~ She was shaking. Fucking dripping. Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless I let her. My cum was leaking out of her pussy again. So much of it. Milky. Thick. Warm. Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her. And I just stood there, cock still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimula
~Damon~ Her mouth was still open. Cum leaking from her tongue. Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction. And fuck, I just stood there. Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again. My cock twitched. Still fucking hard. Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat. And the way she looked up at me..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty fucking instinct in me snarl to life again. More? She whispered it. Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my cum. Like she didn’t just take my cock to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks. Like she wanted to be broken. My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun. Because no matter how many times I fucked this girl… it was never enough. Not when she looked like that. Not when she asked for it. Not when her body screamed use me, Daddy with every breathless fucking moan. I bent do
She screamed. Loud. Wrecked. Tears streamed down her face. Her legs shook. Her pussy clamped down so hard around me it nearly made me come on the spot. But I held it. Barely. I held her down. Kept thrusting through it. Made her ride the orgasm like a fucking wave. “Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re such a good little cockslut. Daddy’s perfect fucktoy. This is what you were made for, baby. This is why you came into my house. To be used. To be filled.” Her eyes rolled. “More—please—I want more—I can take it..” I lost it. I slammed in one last time. Buried myself to the base. And came. Fucking exploded inside her. Thick. Hot. Rope after rope. I didn’t stop. Kept grinding into her as my cum filled her. She sobbed. Not from pain. From how full she felt. How deep it was. How good it was. My seed dripped out as I pulled back. Leaked from her ruined little pussy in slow, creamy streams. Thick. Milky trails of cum spilling from h
~Damon~ She was shaking like a fucking drug had just hit her bloodstream. No. Not a drug. Me. My cock. My hands. My voice. The filth I fed into her ear while she cried on top of me and begged to ride it again. And now.. Now she was limp. Trembling. Breathless. Her pussy was soaked, dripping down my length and onto the sheets, mixing with the cum I’d already shot inside her. The whole room smelled like sweat, sex, skin. Her body was still twitching, thighs glossy with slick, the inside of her legs sticky with everything I gave her. Her chest was heaving. Her nipples were wet from my tongue. Her throat was flushed red from where I’d choked her while she came. And her cunt? God, her cunt was swollen. Slick. Perfect. Still gripping my cock like it hadn’t had enough. I was still hard. Still buried inside her. Still watching her fall apart like the little cock-drunk kitten she was. I grabbed her hips again, yanked her off my chest. She w
~Lyra~I couldn’t believe I just fucking said that. Like it actually came out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so fucking good. He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared. His jaw clenched. His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap me in half. And that look in his eyes. God. Like I’d just opened some forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down. Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make me pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive way. His cock twitched inside me. I felt it. Every fucking inch of it. And something in me snapped. Something wild. Something dark. Something I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving. My hips shifted. Just a little. Just enough. The friction sent lightning through my spine. “Fuck,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Fuck..oh my God, Damon…it’s…” “Move,” he growled. So