~Damon~
“I should’ve bent you over the table that first night,” I snarled against her ear, hips slamming into her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, the other bruising her hip.
“Should’ve stuffed this tight little cunt full of Daddy’s c**k while Tasha was upstairs painting her f*****g nails.”
Lyra sobbed into the pillow.
Not from pain.
From the way her body was losing control again, the way she was shaking like a livewire, her p***y practically sucking me in deeper like it was starved. Like this wasn’t the first time I f****d her like a monster.
Like it wouldn’t be the last.
“Why aren’t you stopping, Damon?” she whimpered, fingers clawing at the bedsheets like they owed her something. Her back arched into me, ass bouncing with every thrust, voice cracking. “Why..oh fuck..why
