She whimpered.
So softly.
So broken.
I leaned down.
My mouth hovered just above her n****e.
Still didn’t touch.
Just breathed against it.
It twitched. Again.
She moaned.
A tiny, helpless sound that told me everything.
“You want me to taste it?” I whispered. “You want me to fall to my knees and suck every drop of slick off those thighs like a starved man?”
She whimpered again.
“You want to ride my face till your legs stop working and you forget who you are?”
Her knees wobbled.
I f*****g grinned.
“You want to cry, Lyra? You want to scream Daddy while my fingers ruin that tight little hole and stretch it wide so I can break it with my c**k?”
She didn’t speak.
Her mouth opened.
Nothing came out.
Just need.
I stood straight. Brushed her hair from her face like she was mine a
