Make Me C*m, Daddy!

Making Her Moan.

Chapter 10.

Noria’s Pov.

My eyes widened and I tried to process Lucan’s word.

Drink my c*m off his f*****g palm? The word should sound dirty. I should be irritated, but I wasn't, because my stomach churned and my p***y suddenly began to thump.

I clutched Lucan tightly.

“Oh.., yes!’ umm.. f**k!!! Oh.. Ummm….”

The tears at the corner of my eyes spilled and I struggled to watch Lucan through the corner of my already hazy eyes.

“c*m for me,” He graoned, digging a finger into my mouth, fingering my mouth and p***y at the same time.

My throat tightened and my p***y did the same.

My vision spung as the orgasm crashed into me, then in that moment, the door to the living room opened.

My heart dropped immediately and my lips parted.

“She… she is coming… Ivy is coming.”

Lucan said nothing. He just rolled his fingers, flickered again, and said. “c*m for me.”

Guilt burned through me like fire. And I felt shameless, but all of that fueled the sensation because my orgasm suddenly crashed into me, thrashing me back and forth while I writhed.

“Oh.., god! f**k!!! Um….”

My moan traveled out loud but I hit my lip tightly, trying to muffle it.

Lucan held me tightly, f*****g me harder and faster through my orgasm while snarling at me like being caught doesn't matter.

Juice splashed out of my p***y. And my eyes rolled backward. “You are an asshole.” I cried in sheer pleasure as I trembled, but he smiled and said. “Say that louder, Noria. I need to hear you clearly.”

My knees buckled and the fear of being caught had me cumming shamelessly.

My thighs were a mess and my clothes were rumpled, only then did he pull his fingers out of my p***y.

My legs shook, and I tried to hurriedly walk away before she would get to the living room, but gripped my arms right before I could take a step.

“What are you doing?” I asked in a low whisper, frightened that she could catch up with us.

Lucan’s gaze lingered mischievously on mine like he didn't care, then he moved his finger up, showing me the mess I created on his hand.

My lashes fluttered and I stared at him with fear and concern and pleasure.

“What.., what should I do?”

I asked still trying to pull away.

Lucan took a step closer. So close that I could legit inhale him.

Then he moved the finger to my lips and said. “Suck them off.”

My heart should skip, but my p***y chimed.

My eyes widened in surprise! Like what the hell was he saying? I should suck myself? Off his finger?

It felt nasty, and I made to speak but a voice caught me off, guard.

“Dad. Noria.”

My head snapped in Ivy’s direction and my heart sank immediately.

Guilt crashed into me, but fear took over immediately. Because she stood there, staring at us in concern.

How do I explain to her? What the hell would I say to clear the concern on her face.

The tension in the air was thick and I just couldn't tell if she knew what was happening because she looked so much like she needed an answer.

Anyone in the world would. If I barge in to meet my father and best friend standing this close to each other then I would lose it as well.

My lashes fluttered and I parted my lips to say a word, but Lucan caught me to it.

“Your friend is drunk. Come get her from my hand.”

My eyes widened slightly in surprise and I stared at him.

Drunk?

Yes, I was. But right now I was far from drunk; thanks to his actions. However. It was the best thing to say because Ivy suddenly didn't look curious she looked worried.

“Hey….” She called softly, taking a step closer and pulling me off her father's grip,

I slumped my head backward, hoping to act drunk without exaggerating it.

“You reek of everything dirty.” Ivy said, dragging me away while I tried not to drop my entire weight on her.

“Thank you for coming on time.” I grumbled, throwing my arms around her shoulder. “Your father was so grumpy and commanding! Humph!” I groaned, sounding convincingly drunk.

Ivy chuckled softly as we ascended the stairs. “Glad I am not the only one who hates him.”

My heart cracked at the sound of that word and I instantly felt guilty.

I still hated him, but a tiny part of my head can not seem to move past the way he had fingered my p***y.

The position was ethereal and my legs were still shaking. So damn me for betraying my Bestfriend when all she ever did was love me.

When we got to my room, Ivy helped me lay on the bed.

“You look like you have gotten your heart broken… did you go to see Nathan?”

My heart skipped at the mention of his name but I hurriedly rolled to the other end, acting like an unbearably drunk person.

“Go away!” I groaned, kicking my feet in the air.

Ivy stared at me for a brief second, she dragged the duvet to cover my body, exhaled then stepped out.

The moment the door clicked, a sigh escaped my lips and I sat up tight with guilty.

My thighs were still wet and I could still feel his fingers within my p***y, thrusting and f*****g me rightly.

My cunt pulse and a small juice bursts out.

This is wrong. I said to myself, dashing straight into the bathroom.

When I got under the shower, I allowed the cool water to trek down my skin, but every droplet reminded me of the juice that had leaked down my thighs, making it unbearably impossible for me to control.

I brushed my palm against my face, turned off the shower, and stepped out with a towel to my body.

When I finally got into a night wear, I threw myself under the duvet, sulking in the guilty of my betrayal while trying to pay less attention to my chimming p***y.

*

Lucan's Pov.

I walked into my room, staring at my hand which was still covered with Noria’s juice.

I shouldn't have touched her. I should have pushed her away, yelled at her other better still do something that could make her hate me.

We use to hate each other. I use to hate the sight of her. To me, she was too nosy, loud, and nosey, but today, seeing her like that, in an outfit different from her usual style, with lashes that had fragment of tears, I couldn't help but feel pity for her.

Now everything that I have been running for has happened and I can't f*****g guaranty my ability to pull away.

I stared down at the bulge beneath my pants,

It had been so f*****g hard trying to keep this away from Ivy’s gaze. After having a feel of Noria’s p***y hole my c**k couldn't help but grow in desire.

Damn! She was so warm! So damn warm that I could already feel her heat around my c**k.

I moved closer to the bed, staring at my fingers and the wetness.

I wasn't done with her. I had wanted her to lick herself off my hand, but the fear she had when Ivy walked in triggered something in me.

Like a weird fantasy to f**k her hard in a room next to where anyone could barge in on us.

My thoughts were spiraling, and as my fingers glistened under the ray of the chandelier, a thought struck my head.

My throat tightened and I didn't want to do it, but I suddenly felt thirst. And perhaps, just perhaps, the fragment of her juice would help quench the taste.

I moved my hand to my lips, and the sweet scent of her VJ, Jay hit my my nostrils.

Damn it! She smelled f*****g nice. Without hesitation, I parted my lips gently, and threw my finger into it,

The taste of her cunt grazed my tongue and I suddenly started lapping on my finger, tasting f*****g inch of her p***y.

My eyes closed softly, and I sucked hungrily, lavishing my finger like it was my first ever taste of sweetness.

My c**k twitched and when I finally pulled my finger out, I knew something in me had snapped.

My tongue tingled and I knew that this one taste was not enough.

I should stop here. I should pull back since she was my daughter friend and a girl that I have always hated. But I won't stop, because this one tastes as pushed me to desire more of her and I won't stop, until her ass are on my face, grinding and grinding while I am drinking her juice hungrily with bearly enough breath to survive another round.