~Lyra~
Fuck. I just asked him to suck my p***y. I just asked him to give me head like I had no shame, no filter, no sense of control over the things coming out of my mouth.
Where did that boldness even come from? One second I was screaming at him, swearing I hated him, throwing his threats back in his face like a lunatic, and the next second I was begging him to get on his knees and eat me like I was his last meal.
How does that even happen? How does a fight that made my whole chest ache and my throat raw suddenly twist into this burning need that makes my thighs shake just from the sound of his voice?
I could feel my face burning hot with tears and shame, but my cunt pulsed harder with every second that passed.
The words I had just said echoed in my head like I had shouted them to
