Chapter 69

Lyra

I moaned.

Loud. Filthy. Like I didn’t care if the entire forest heard me.

Because it felt that good.

My back arched off the tree. My thighs squeezed around his waist. And my cunt clenched again—hard—like my body was trying to take matters into its own hands and pull the orgasm out of me whether he allowed it or not.

“You’re shaking,” he whispered, watching me like I was the most fascinating thing he’d ever seen. “You’re going to come from this, aren’t you? Just from my hands on your tits.”

I nodded frantically.

I couldn’t speak.

I was grinding against him now. Openly. Desperately. The friction from my ruined panties and the thick bulge in his pants was everything. I was right there. My whole body was begging. Screaming.

And he leaned in.

And whispered—

“Beg.”

I sobbed.

Actually sobbed.

“Please, Daddy,” I cried, rocking harder, more frantic now. “Please touch me. Please make me come. I nee