Make Me C*m, Daddy!

Making Her Legs Shake.

Chapter 9.

Noria’s Pov.

My body shuddered, and my p***y dripped further into Lucan’s finger from hearing him speak so nastily to me.

His words were wrong, desiring him was wrong, dripping for him was wrong, but I couldn’t help the roughness of his breath against my cheeks and the way he wouldn’t stop dragging his fingers up and down my p***y lips in a slow tingling line.

It felt good. It felt so f*****g good that I clutched his shirt and arched forward to him while subconsciously spreading my legs for him to touch me more.

Lucan’s jaw tightened, and he bit gently on his lower lip, staring intensely into my eyes.

“Can you feel that?” He groaned hotly, and my lips trembled.

I sank my nails deeper into his skin, gasping gently for dear life. “Feel what?” I asked, trying to bite back the moan that was threatening to spill.

The corner of his lips twitched into a smile, but his eyes remained cold. “Can you feel the way your p***y is spurting and dripping into my fingers? Is that how it reacts every time?”

My toes curled from the rawness of his words, and a feeling of embarrassment rushed into me. My p***y was spurting and dripping messily for him. But of course, it has never reacted like this. Not to Nathan, and not to when I spread them wide across the bed and touch myself till I am shaking, trembling, and writhing.

I tried to look away, but Lucan dragged the tip of his finger gently to the entrance of my p***y, and my body jolted forward.

“Lucan…” I yelped, unable to hold the feeling as my eyes unexpectedly rolled backward.

The smirk on his lips stretched. “You don’t get to look away, Noria. Now tell me, have you been fantasizing about me?”

My knees weakened as he dragged his fingers up my c**t, circling in ways that made me shudder.

“Why are you stressing me?” I cried in frustration, feeling my p***y as it burned with the need to be filled up.

I was dripping. My knees were shaking, and my p***y was throbbing, leaking, and relentlessly begging to be f****d.

Oh damn it!

How did I get here? How did I f*****g go from hating this man to wanting him?

Lucan’s eyes darkened, then he leaned in and said in a deep, husky voice, “The fun is watching your lips tremble while your cunt leaks endlessly with juice.”

“You are nasty.” I groaned in a soft cry, but he stuck out the tip of his tongue, licked my cheeks, then said, “Yet you are the one whose p***y won’t stop leaking with juice.”

Heat burned my cheek like embarrassment, and I didn’t know how to feel about his words or the way he had licked my cheeks.

The air between Lucan and me tightened as his grip at the back of my hair tightened. His eyes held mine with restrained desire, then he began to circle gently on my c**t, staring at every reaction.

My lips parted. “Argh…” A gasp broke out, and I tried to control it, but control wasn’t within my reach, because Lucan rubbed harder yet subtly, staring at me with eyes that pulled out my inner demon.

My toes curled, and my back arched slightly.

“Lucan…” I gasped, the word breaking past my lips like a plea.

His eyes darkened with desire, then he leaned in softly, his lips parting into something hot.

“Your p***y is getting wetter, sugar. Just the way I like it.”

My cunt leaked, and something in me churned.

He liked it wetter? My thighs shook from the realization, and I rocked my hips forward in desperation to meet the pace of his fingers, but he dragged the tip of his fingers to the entrance of my p***y again, and my back suddenly arched.

“Oh f**k….” I cried, sinking my nails deeper into his skin.

“I bet your p***y is pleading for attention, right?”

My head dropped into a desperate nod, but he slapped the top of my p***y and said in a thick voice, “You don’t get to nod at me! f*****g answer.”

Tears of pleasure gathered at the brim of my eyes, and my p***y burned from the sting of being spanked.

I bit my lower lip nervously but replied shamelessly, “Yes… my p***y is seeking attention. It’s seeking attention so damn bad.”

I was ashamed. Ashamed to hear myself speak that way, but my judgment was clouded with alcohol, and all I wanted was his fingers in my p***y.

Anything at all.

I was dripping. My thighs were a mess already, and it still wouldn’t stop leaking down. All I wanted was for him to roll a finger in, f**k my p***y so damn hard till my juice was splashing all over the place.

Lucan’s finger dragged against the entrance of my p***y, then he dabbed in ways that made my wetness speak.

My body shuddered, but his muscles clenched.

“Ouu…” He purred with a hint of excitement, adding again while licking his lower lip.

“Can you hear that p***y?”

My lips trembled, and I nodded my head, then gave an eager reply, “Yes… yes I can.”

“What’s that p***y doing? Tell me? What’s it doing?”

My throat tightened in shame, but the words fell forward regardless. “It’s speaking. My p***y is speaking.”

“Good…” He groaned, leaning in just enough to sniff my neck.

When he finally pulled his gaze backward, he moved his hand to spread my thighs, then returned it to the entrance of my p***y.

“What do you want me to do?” He asked in a thick voice, staring into my eyes while my lips trembled.

I felt like a slut. Like a goddamn slut waiting to be taken!

My knees were shaking, and it felt like I was standing on my toes, legs spread while waiting for his mercy.

“Do you want me to f**k your p***y while you cry like a fulfilled slut? I want you to tell me.”

Never!

Never in my life did I imagine being in this position. But I was. And I couldn’t even pull away.

“I…,” My breath was rough and shaky. “I… I want you to… I want you to touch me…. I want your fingers in my pussy.”

Lucan’s fingers at the back of my neck tightened. “Good girl.” He smirked, and when I made to say a word, he pushed the tip of his finger into my p***y, keeping his eyes locked on mine while thrusting the entire length into my p***y.

My cunt pulsed, and my back arched.

“f**k!!!” I cried softly with my head subconsciously thrown backward, but Lucan directed my head to its position with the hand behind my neck.

“Keep your head f*****g still and have your eyes on me.”

My cunt pulsed, and my legs shook. “Lucan…”

I whispered, feeling full from having his finger in my cunt.

Lucan said nothing at first. He just adjusted his finger within my p***y, then asked, “Why? Do you want me to stuff three more into your cunt?”

My walls clamped greedily around his finger, and he smirked.

“Urggh… sugar. Such a greedy p***y you have there… too bad you can’t f*****g take three. I would have had your cunt all stretched out with my fingers buried within it.”

Sensation rolled into my body as I tried to process the words, but in that moment, he began to thrust his finger, groaning gently with every thrust.

My legs shook, and my knees buckled.

“Oh…, God!!! Unmm… f**k… yes..,”

Lucan’s finger rolled within my heat, his jaw tightening with every thrust.

“f**k it, Noria! Never thought you would be this f*****g tight. Ummm…”

My skin crawled with sensation, but my p***y leaked, and I felt a shiver surge down my spine.

My back arched, and he flicked his finger against a spot. “Argghhh!!” I cried ecstatically, but he bit the corner of his lower lip, feeding my cunt his thick finger, hard, fast, and daring.

My toes curled, and my knees shook, but I clutched his wrist, writhing and shuddering while my lips trembled.

“Oh…, my… unmm.., Lucan…”

His pace quickened, and he snapped his finger in and out of my p***y, licking his lower lip while staring at me with eyes that swore to devour me.

The slaps of flesh filled the air, and my eyes rolled backward in utter pleasure.

“Look at you… Noria. Your p***y is so damn hungry that it wouldn’t stop swallowing my finger. What a greedy p***y you have here.”

Shame washed over me, and I managed to speak, but all I could feel was the sudden arrival of something raw.

My back arched, and my eyes rolled further backward.

I clutched Lucan tightly, unable to control my body.

“f**k!!! Hmmmm!!! Yes!!! Oh!!! Lucan. f**k! Yes! Just like that…”

Lucan’s finger snapped harder than before.

“Talk to me.” He groaned hotly, snapping his finger harder and faster into my p***y before dropping his forehead on mine, clutching my neck tighter while panting heavily from pleasure.

My p***y clamped tightly around his finger, and I tightened my grip around his wrist, squatting in ways that made him finger me harder.

“I… oh… f**k!!!! Ummm… s**t…. I am cumming….”

My body shook, and my eyes rolled backward. Only then did Lucan pull his forehead from mine.

His eyes lit up like he was excited to hear me c*m, then… he began to thrust his finger harder, rolling it faster while I clamped my thighs.

“Oh! f**k!! Ummmm… Lucan…. Fuck..,”

Tears formed at the corner of my eyes, but he hurriedly moved his hand to part my legs open. “f*****g keep them apart, Noria! Keep them apart.”

My entire body shook, and my p***y burned.

“I am going to cummm… I am going to f*****g c*m….”

Sensation traveled across my body, from the angle between my thighs up to my stomach.

“Arghhh..,” I cried, feeling the waves as they crashed into me.

Lucan’s finger moved, then he stretched my p***y lips by adding another finger.

“Arghhh… Lucan… I am… I am going to c*m….”

His eyes darkened into something raw, then he stared deeper into my eyes before replying in the thickest of tones. “Yes, Noria! c*m on my fingers like a f*****g filthy slut because I want to have you drink your c*m off my f*****g palm.”