INSATIABLE HUNGER AND THIRST FOR MY STEPFATHER

Chapter 004: More Of It

Lyra Dominic's POV

"You can't—"

I didn't finish my sentence when his hand came down hard on my ass that the sound was so loud across the room that I feared it would be heard across the town. But when the pain registered, I barely gave a f**k. The sharp stinging sensation was spreading across my ass cheeks, but at the same time, it made my c**t pulse harder.

"Count," he commanded, and I bit my lips to stop the involuntary tears from pouring as my voice whispered weakly.

"One."

His hands came again, harder than the first one, and I was already whimpering. "Two."

Another. Harder still, on the sensitive curve where my ass met my thigh, and I yelped. "Three... f**k!"

His hand rubbed my ass, as if to soothe the pain he was causing, and the contrast between pain and gentleness made my head spin. Then... his fingers slid lower, between my thighs, through my soaked folds.

"You're dripping," he murmured. "Does pain always get you this wet, or is it just me?"

"I don't..." I gasped as my back arched for more. "I don't know..."

He spanked me again and I yelled. "Four."

His fingers pushed inside me at once when I wasn't expecting, two at once, curling, finding that spot that made my vision white out. I pushed back against his hand, desperate for more, and he laughed low in his throat.

"So eager. So desperate. But you're still as stubborn and adamant as ever."

"I can't..." My n*****s tightened as they were brushing against the table top.

He withdrew his fingers immediately and spanked me again, and i was already having tears running down my eyes. I hated this torture. I wanted his fingers back inside me. I wanted it moving in and out of my wetness until I came apart with him inside me.

"Five." I was sobbing now and begging. "Please, Rowan, please let me come—"

"We will get there soon enough, my little lamb."

I lost count after a hundred more spanks and my entire legs were soaked my juices. My entire body was slick with sweat, and the tears in my eyes couldn't stop flowing. The ache down there was becoming unbearable and my stepfather began massaging my inner thighs using my wetness and I was just crying.

"Please... Please, Rowan, I beg you." My legs were quivering and I would have fallen already if not for him.

"Soon, little lamb." He was breathing hard too. "You've done a good job already for me." He squeezed slightly. "So f*****g wet and beautiful and ready..."

That was when I heard him drop to his knees, and when his mouth found my c**t, I screamed.

He ate me like he was starving, like I was the first meal he'd had in years, like my pleasure was a thing he was determined to wring out of me by force. His tongue pressed flat against me, his lips sealed around my c**t and sucked. His fingers pushed inside me again, three this time, stretching me wide.

I couldn't hold myself up and I collapsed harder into the desk, my cheek pressed against the cold wood, my ass in the air and his mouth still working between my thighs.

"That's it," he growled against my flesh as his fingers went inside my wet and juicy p***y faster and faster that my vision was turning white. "Take it. Take all of it."

"I can't... I'm going to..."

"c*m for me, little one. Now."

The command shattered me. I came so hard my vision blurred, my body convulsing against his mouth, my scream muffled against my own arm. He didn't stop. He kept going, tongue and fingers working me through the orgasm and straight into another one, until I was sobbing and shaking and begging him to stop, to keep going, to never stop..

He pulled back, and I collapsed against the desk, gasping for air. "I'm not done with you yet." His voice was darker than anything I had heard today.

He untied my wrists and pulled me off the desk, guiding me to the leather sofa by the window and he spread me out on it. Then, he opened his pants to reveal his thick and heavy c**k. And I wanted it with a desperation that erased every rational thought from my head.

"You're going to take me in your mouth," he said, stroking himself slowly. "And you're going to show me how sorry you are for lying to me."

I opened my mouth to argue, but he stopped me by pushing his d**k slowly into my mouth, letting me adjust, letting me taste him before he pushed deeper until he got the back of my throat and I gagged.

"Breathe through your nose." He massaged my hair, and spoke gently.

I tried with tears streaming down my cheeks and drool running down my cheeks. He held my head steady and f****d my throat with slow, deliberate thrusts.

"Look at me."

I looked up. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide, jaw tight with the effort of holding back.

"Beautiful," he breathed. "So f*****g beautiful with my c**k in your mouth."

The words should have shamed me. Instead, they made me moan around him. My hand drifted between my own thighs, and he let me touch myself while he used my mouth... let me circle my c**t in rhythm with his thrusts, building myself back up toward the edge.

"Are you going to c*m again? With my c**k down your throat?"

I nodded, unable to speak.

"Then do it. c*m for me."

I felt my body vibrating when the second orgasm came, harder than the last time, and I could barely breathe with his c**k still buried in my mouth.

He pulled out of my mouth a short while after. "Let's take this farther, little lamb, shall we?"

He had his d**k ready as he spread my legs on the couch, positioned to disappear inside my p***y when the handle of the door moved. His back went rigid instantly when we heard her voice.

"Babe? Rowan?" My mother called softly. "Are you here? I can't seem to find Lyra, and I need your help "