~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 ba
