Make Me C*m, Daddy!

F*cking Her Wet C*nt.

Chapter 14.

Noria Carter’s Pov.

“Oh…” I moaned softly as Lucan rolled his fingers into my wet, dripping cunt, scouting me down till my ass was now out of the table and I was pressing both my elbows down on the surface of the table.

Lucan looked down at my p***y, staring at it with so much hunger and desire.

“Finally got a clearer view of this, sugar… what do you think?”

My legs quivered because with every word he said, he rolled his finger deeper into that arching cunt and that actually didn’t just make my p***y drip. It made my legs tremble with need and I hated it. I hated this so damn much! Hated that his fingers were in my p***y. Hated that he was rolling his hand in and out of my wet cunt, but most importantly I hated that every thrust streamed juices down my thighs and I happened to love them.

This was wrong. My best friend’s father and I? On the counter in the bar section of the very house where my best friend was just some walls away, celebrating the first Christmas that meant the world to her? It was f*****g wrong.

I should be there celebrating with her, but here I am, taking the fingers of her father, trying not to moan while pretending not to like it. But Lucan saw through me… he knew everything I was trying to hide. So he rolled his fingers into my cunt again and before I could arch, he pressed a palm down on my lower abdomen.

“Lucan…” I gasped, eyes rolling backward while he snapped his hand in and out of my p***y.

“Look at you….” He smirked dangerously. “Pretending not to want this… yet your p***y is clamping so hard around my finger with every damn thrust and you can’t even help but fear your best friend walking in.”

“Stop it.” I said, feeling my heart race as much as my very shameless p***y was doing with every thrust and rub he made into my p***y and on my c**t.

Lucan smirked dangerously. “Really? Are you that scared? Oh f*****g perfect, sugar! Tell me… how would your friend feel when she comes in here to meet her best friend taking the finger of her father while moaning like a damn slut?”

“I hate you.” I cried in pleasure, but he moved the thumb of his other hand to my lips, slapping my cheeks gently before trailing his thumb against the lower one.

“That’s what you f*****g tell yourself, sugar. But your p***y says otherwise when it clamps so hard around my finger without control.”

My n*****s hardened beneath my top and so did my p***y, but I couldn’t even tell if it was his words that made my skin crawl or the gentle smack he made on my cheeks before dragging his fingers against my lower lips, dominating me in ways none could ever.

Oh! God! f**k! This was wrong. And I am so f*****g aware of this, but how do I put a damn end to it when he was holding the nape of my neck, staring into my eyes and f*****g my p***y while biting down on his lower lip? How?

Lucan’s pace fastened and with every roll he made, he f****d my p***y harder and faster, letting me feel the heat.

My lower abdomen constricted and I tried not to moan but I couldn’t.

My legs were shaking, my knees were trembling and my toes were curling, and that? That made him feel f*****g good, because…

“Urgggyhh!!!! Sugar! That’s it… can you feel the way your legs are trembling? Can you see the way your p***y is clamping and unclamping around my hand? That’s me, sugar! That’s me making you and this very beautiful p***y understand that you want me more than you can admit.”

“I do not want you…” I managed to say amidst my quivering mumble, eyes rolling backward while I struggled not to break.

Lucan chuckled deep and richly. “Look at you, Noria, trying so damn hard to stay composed when you are f*****g breaking!”

Juice splashed out of my p***y and my back arched.

“Argghhh!!!” I cried instinctively, my toes curling so hard I could almost feel them crack.

Lucan’s fingers snapped in and out of my p***y, his pace rough and brutal.

“Do you feel that? Do you feel your legs shaking? Do you feel your toes curling?”

My eyes rolled harder and I dropped my head into a nod, but he pulled his fingers out then slammed them back roughly into my p***y and said, “Words, sugar! Use your damn words so well….”

My skin crawled and cold chills ran down my spine as that thrust triggered a wave within my stomach.

I clutched my belly tightly, tears forming hard in my eyes.

I didn’t want to moan. Didn’t want to moan so hard for fear of being heard, but Lucan didn’t stop thrusting harder, neither did he stop asking.

“Say you want me, Noria! Say you f*****g want me!”

My cunt leaked with juice and my walls tightened around his fingers.

“Oh… yes… I want you… I f*****g want you…” I cried, unable to control my words as they spilled out.

The smile on Lucan’s face stretched into something raw and satisfactory.

Then he leaned in gently, buried his face against the nape of my neck, then whispered into me, “That’s my girl. That’s my good bad girl. Admitting to herself. Admitting to what her body wants.”

The hair on my skin prickled as his hot breath caressed my skin, sending hot waves down my body.

“Oh!!! Daddy!!! Yes!!! Ummm!!!”

Lucan’s grip at the base of my neck tightened, then he pulled his face from the base of my neck, bringing his face to meet mine and keeping his gaze locked on mine.

His lips twitched, and his gaze glistened. “Daddy?” He whispered, tilting his head sideways gently like that could help him look into my eyes more.

My p***y hugged his fingers instinctively, because damn! He looked so f*****g much like a psychopath, and I love it. I love it so damn much it made my p***y wetter!

“You call me daddy? Did you just call me daddy?”

My head dropped into a nod. “Yes… yes… Daddy…”

Both sides of Lucan’s lips twitched, then he kept his gaze possessively locked on mine. It was scary, creepy, but in the most s****l way ever and I liked it.

Then gently, he spread the entrance of my p***y with another finger before adding that finger into my p***y.

My head rolled backward, and my back arched forward, the pleasure curling into me like motion.

“Oh my f*****g god…” I moaned, unable to roll my head forward, but Lucan moved his hand to position my head back and when my head rolled forward he stared deeper into my eyes and said in the most dominating way,

“You don’t get to look away, sugar! You have to keep your eyes on me and let daddy f**k your p***y, okay?”

My stomach fluttered at the sound and I nodded in pleasure. “Yes, yes daddy…”

My voice was trembling and my body was shuddering and while I was in that state, Lucan began to thrust his fingers harder and faster, f*****g my p***y deeper and harder in ways that had juice splashing.

For some brief seconds earlier, he had been going at a gentle pace, now his fingers were thrusting harder, faster and deeper that there suddenly became no metric to measure the pace.

“Arghhh…” I gasped in both pain and pleasure, mouth dropping wide open with every wild thrust.

My knees shook and a swift sensation ran down my leg.

“Oh… f**k!!! Ummm… Yes… stop… oh… Yes….” I cried, clutching my leg and covering my mouth with the other hand.

Lucan’s lips stretched into something dangerous, then he slapped my hand away and said,

“Keep your hands off your f*****g mouth, sugar. I need them to hear you moaning for daddy! I need them to.”

Tears formed at the corners of my lids, but I clutched the edge of the table, shaking and squirming so hard.

Lucan’s hand moved forward and he suddenly grabbed my neck from the front, choking me so hard and f*****g me so fast that the counter began to wrestle beneath us.

My hand flew forward and I clutched his wrist tightly, choking and gagging while he fed me every finger.

“Oh… God… Lucan… please…”

“Take it…” He gritted. “f*****g take it, sugar! Take my damn fingers and moan for me like a slut. Moan for me.”

Tears blurred my vision and I stared at him between parted lips and hazy eyes, unable to do anything but shake.

Lucan’s grip on my neck tightened, his hand slapping deeper into my p***y till the sound of flesh filled the air.

My ass stung from skin meeting skin and my p***y burned with more sensation than I could express. Then, I suddenly felt the sharp feel of pure euphoria building up in a way that was both intoxicating and maddening.

My knees buckled and my back arched.

“Oh… f**k!!! Argghhh!!!”

My back arched against my will and I squirmed.

“Don’t you f*****g squirm.” Lucan snapped, pressing his thumb against my jaw while he breathed rough and heavily.

“Keep your eyes on me! And take those fingers….”

My eyes rolled against my will, but I couldn’t squirm, all I did was shake from an intense place of pleasure.

My thighs trembled and my walls clamped. “I am cumming…” I said in utter tears and Lucan curved his fingers, flickering on that very spot that made me jump.

“Oh!!!!” I cried shamelessly, unable to keep it low or process the fact that I could attract more people, but the thought of that pushed a button and when Lucan finally said, “c*m for me?”

My body went completely still, yet I couldn’t stop squirming.

My eyes rolled backward.

“I am f*****g cumming!!!” I arched, thrashing back and forth as my orgasm slipped in, splashing across the room.

The smile on Lucan’s face stretched as he stared down at my p***y.

“You are cumming so good…”

He groaned, licking his lower lips while actively feeding me more fingers.

I had thought Lucan would stop, but with every splash my p***y made, Lucan would grin and roll his fingers deeper, thumping them deeper and deeper, while licking his lower lips like he was trying to taste me.

A raw image of his tongue on my c**t played in my head but before I could say a word, Lucan rolled his finger gently then whispered hotly against my ear,

“Tell me, sugar. Wouldn’t it be beautiful to have us suck on this juice together?”

My eyes widened and I tried to process everything but before I could, Lucan was gently going down… on his knees…