Chapter 45

Lyra

When his cum was still hot and thick inside me and I was too full to move, too sore to think, too fucking wet to pretend I didn’t love every filthy second of it.

I lifted my hips just a little, even though his knot was still swollen and stuffed inside me so deep it ached.

And the second I moved?

More of his cum leaked out.

“Oh my God,” I moaned again, louder this time. “It’s still coming out of me. I can feel it dripping down my thighs. I can hear it. I’m so full, Daddy. You bred me so good. I can feel your cock twitching inside me. I can’t stop clenching.”

He reached around and slapped my pussy.

I screamed.

The sound that flew out of my mouth wasn’t even a moan anymore—it was a fucking cry.

“You like that, baby girl?” he growled in my ear, voice rough and thick and smug. “You like moaning for her? You like letting her hear what a soaked little knot-hungry slut you’ve turned into?”

“Yes,” I gasped, my whole body