~Lyra~
When his c*m was still hot and thick inside me and I was too full to move, too sore to think, too f*****g wet to pretend I didn’t love every filthy second of it.
I lifted my hips just a little, even though his knot was still swollen and stuffed inside me so deep it ached.
And the second I moved?
More of his c*m leaked out.
“Oh my God,” I moaned again, louder this time. “It’s still coming out of me. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I can hear it. I’m so full, Daddy. You bred me so good. I can feel your c**k twitching inside me. I can’t stop clenching.”
He reached around and slapped my p***y.
I screamed.
The sound that flew out of my mouth wasn’t even a moan anymore — it was a f*****g cry.
“You like that, baby girl?” he growled in my ear, voice rough and thick and smug.
