I held her by the throat.
Bent over her back.
Still groaning.
“You’re going to f*****g leak for days,” I whispered. “You’ll be walking around with my load dripping out of you in front of everyone. And they won’t even know. But you will. Every step you take, you’ll feel my seed soaking your panties.”
I licked her ear.
“And you’ll think of this moment. When you were still tied to your best friend’s dad and you f*****g loved it.”
She was whimpering now.
Shaking.
Gone.
And then.
Click.
The door began to turn.
“Oh f**k,” Lyra gasped, eyes snapping open, body stiff in panic. “Damon..Damon..she’s coming in. I still have your f*****g knot inside me..”
I moved.
Snatched her up.
Still locked.
Still dripping.
Still buried so deep in her p***y that the pressure made us both moan whe
