Make Me C*m, Daddy!

His Very Naughty Horny Girl.

Chapter 8.

Noria’s POV.

Lucan’s body stiffened the moment our lips met, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he moved his huge palm to the small of my back, pulling me deeper into himself in a way that deepened the kiss.

His tongue rolled into my mouth, and he kissed me hungrily, devouring my lips like he had been waiting for this moment.

My body tingled, and a wild sensation ran down my spine while I squirmed in pleasure, arching into him.

Lucan’s palm roamed my back while he sucked on my lower lip, tasting every inch of my mouth with every kiss he made.

My stomach churned as sensation rolled into me like waves, breath turning heavy, while my n*****s swelled within the confines of my dress.

“Ummmm….” I purred into the kiss, feeling my knees weaken as he pressed forward, poking my stomach with something I knew to be his c**k.

My eyes widened slightly, and my hand immediately itched to grab him.

He was hard. Lucan Cyrus was f*****g hard for me?

How I f*****g wish to know the size of his c**k. The last time, when I had barged in on him, I had been unable to see the size of his c**k, or the length of it.

My p***y tingled, jumping and throbbing with the need to be f****d, but in that moment, Lucan broke the kiss, his breath heavy and uneven while he stared into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat, and I didn’t know if it was the pleasure or the alcohol that wouldn’t stop pulling the pleasure out.

Lost in the heat of his eyes and the pleasure I was drawing into, Lucan’s palm suddenly found the back of my neck, while his other palm found my thighs.

My breath hitched, and my lips opened in a broken gasp.

“Lucan…” I whispered with trembling lips, but he placed a finger to my lips and said,

“Ssshhh… little one, you don’t get to pull out now.”

My p***y walls jumped, and I could barely tell if it was out of fear or out of guilt that my best friend’s dad, the man I could swear I hated with my damn life, was touching me, and I wasn't just desiring it, I was enjoying it. More of it.

Lucan’s hand moved to my thighs, where he gently began to trail his fingers up, tracing them up gently like he was heading to the destination that was already needy of him.

My breath shuddered softly with every trail he made and my skin crawled in desire.

“Your skin is soft,” he whispered hotly, biting gently on his lower lip while staring deep into my eyes.

My n*****s hardened tightly beneath my dress, and I tried to look away in shame, but he held my neck tightly and kept my gaze locked on him.

“You don’t get to f*****g look away, little one. When you are shameless, you have to shamelessly own up to it.”

My chest tightened at that word, but I hurriedly debunked it. “I am not shameless,” I snapped, and a smirk formed at the corner of his lips.

“You are not shameless? Yet, your pebbles are as hard and rocky as a stone.”

Pebbles? My brows pulled together in surprise, and I tried to process the word. Only then did it dawn on me that this man was referring to my n*****s as pebbles.

My cunt leaked down my thighs in shame, and I knew I needed to justify myself, so I fired back and said, “They are hard because you are touching me.”

A smile touched the corner of his lips, then he dragged his palm up my thighs.

“And you are loving it,” he added boastfully, yet in a low whisper, leaning in just so his voice could graze my cheek.

Heat burned into my entire body, and I felt my p***y twitch with desire.

The air between Lucan and me tightened as his hand began to drag up.

My heart thumped harder than ever, but my p***y dripped harder, and I knew, I knew so damn well that I should pull away. I knew so damn well not to let this man touch me. I knew I shouldn’t entertain what was happening between us at the moment, but I couldn’t help it. My p***y was thumping in anticipation, pulsing like it f*****g had a breath of its own, and every nerve in my body wanted to let him touch me. Every nerve in my body wanted me to have his finger in my wet, tight p***y.

Every inch of me wanted his thick fingers to f**k my hole while I writhed and trembled in pleasures that I would be unable to contain.

So, I allowed myself… to bask in the warmth of his palm.

“The meat down there,” Lucan said, his voice pulling me out of my trance.

I blinked my lashes gently, staring at him in utter awe.

Meat?

Down there?

Where?

“The meat down there…” he continued again, his voice rough and hoarse at the same time. “I bet it is as soft as your skin, right?”

My mind spun, and the word suddenly clicked.

Meat down there?

He was referring to my p***y lips.

The air in my lungs vanished, and while my eyes were still widened in shock from hearing him speak so raw, I dropped my head into a nod, subconsciously giving a reply.

“Yes… the meat down there is so… f*****g soft.”

Humiliation hit me, and I felt f*****g dirty, but that only made my n*****s tighten and my p***y drip more.

Lucan’s eyes darkened, and I guess my reply soothed him because he leaned in gently, slowly dragging the bridge of his nose against my cheek while inhaling my scent.

My lips parted, but my eyes closed halfway, relishing the way he savored my scent and the way his palm moved higher and higher to the spot where I was already a total mess.

When Lucan’s hand got an inch close to my p***y, his movement stopped, and he inhaled so f*****g hard, like he was already perceiving the scent of me.

My p***y thumped as hard as my chest, pulsing and burning to have a finger within, f*****g, stretching, and ruining me in ways I will never try to admit.

“I can feel the heat…” Lucan growled, biting gently on my cheek while I shuddered.

“Lucan…” I trembled, clutching his shoulders roughly while he moved his finger closer to my mess.

“Yes…” he growled low, like he was already in my p***y, pressing his face into the side of my neck.

“That is how you will moan my name when I finally have my fingers in your sweet, tight cunt. Understood?”

My head dropped into an eager nod.

“Yes… yes…” I whispered in sheer desire and curiosity.

Then, Lucan dragged his fingers up my p***y lips, tracing it gently in ways that made me feel every inch.

Instantly, my eyes rolled slightly and my lips parted in utter pleasure.

“Lucan….” I shuddered, then he leaned in closely….

… and

“That’s how you moan for me, Noria. Like my very horny girl.”