~~Lyra~~
I couldn’t stop moaning.
“Daddy,” I moaned, breathless and desperate and shaking, “oh my God, daddy, f**k, please, please don’t stop..”
My head slammed lightly against the wall when he rammed into me again, so hard and so deep that my thighs actually trembled around his hips.
I didn’t care.
I didn’t care about anything.
All I cared about was how full I felt, how good he made me feel, how badly I wanted him to keep going until I couldn’t walk for a week.
“You feel that?” I gasped, voice cracking as my nails dragged down his back. “You feel how wet I am? I’ve been like this for days. I couldn’t even f*****g think without getting soaked.
Every time I saw a picture of you in my phone I almost started humping my f*****g pillow like a pathetic little girl, but I didn’t, I swear
