Chapter 16

Lyra

I couldn’t stop staring.

His cock was in his hand. Thick. Pulsing. Leaking like it was already inside me. Like it belonged there. Like my mouth was the only place it was willing to go.

My pussy clenched just looking at it.

God.

The length of it.

The way it hung from his fist, heavy and veined and unforgiving. The head swollen and purple, so wide it looked like it would split my lips in half before it ever made it to my throat. There was no way that would fit. No way it would slide in.

But I wanted it.

I wanted him to force it.

Rip me.

Stretch me.

Crack me open like a virgin sacrifice.

My tongue pressed to the roof of my mouth. My chest heaved. I was soaking the floor. Every inch of me ached like I was in heat and he was the only cure.

He took one step forward.

Held the base.

And slapped it against my cheek.

I moaned.

Fucking moaned.

“Look at you,” he said.