Chapter 6 Midnight Cum

• ~Lyra~
• I didn’t even make it to the bed.
• I barely got the door closed.
• I stumbled inside my room like my legs didn’t belong to me, like I wasn’t human anymore, just some sick, soaked thing possessed by the scent of him. Of Damon. Of Alpha. His sweat. His skin. His cock.
• Fuck.
• My back hit the door with a thud.
• I just stood there. Shaking. Breathing like I’d just run miles barefoot through snow. My hands were trembling. My cunt was throbbing. My panties stuck to me like wet silk, soaked straight through, clinging to the lips of my pussy like they were trying to keep the heat inside.
• But it was useless.
• I was dripping.
• So fucking wet it felt wrong.
• I peeled the robe off my skin in one slow, breathless motion. My nipples were hard, stiff like diamonds, brushing the air, brushing my hair. Every movement made me whimper.
• The cool air kissed my chest.
• But my skin was burning.
• I was fire. Flame. Fucking need.
• My thighs rubbed together as I walked to the edge of the bed. I could feel it. The slick sliding down the inside of my legs, sticky and warm. I didn’t even want to check. I knew it was messy. Knew I was soaked from the look in his eyes when he said…
• “You think you can take me? That sweet little virgin cunt of yours wouldn’t survive a fucking inch.”
• My knees buckled.
• I dropped onto the bed with a moan. My fingers curled into the sheets. I pressed my thighs together, grinding, desperate, trying to find pressure but there was nothing.
• Nothing but hunger.
• My chest heaved.
• My pussy clenched.
• I spread my legs slowly. Shame burned across my cheeks, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t. My fingers slid down my stomach, shaking like I was about to do something sinful.
• Because I was.
• I wasn’t just thinking of him.
• I was about to fuck myself to the thought of my best friend’s father.
• Alpha Damon.
• My fingers slipped into the waistband of my panties. They were soaked. Soaked. The fabric clung to the folds of my cunt, sticking between the lips like they wanted to hide how filthy I was. But there was no hiding it. No pretending.
• I was soaked because of him.
• Because of the way he looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart.
• Because of the way he said he’d destroy me.
• I pushed the fabric aside.
• Flesh met air.
• And I gasped.
• The slick was everywhere. My inner lips were swollen, flushed, desperate. My clit pulsed so hard it hurt. My fingers brushed it once and I jerked, my head falling back, a whimper escaping my lips.
• I didn’t mean to say his name.
• But I did.
• “D-Damon…”
• My fingers circled my clit, slow. Gentle. Testing. But even that was too much. It felt like I was touching a raw nerve, like every bit of blood in my body had gathered there. I moaned.
• Low. Needy. Embarrassing.
• I imagined his fingers instead.
• Rough. Big. Hot.
• I imagined him pinning my hands to the mattress, smirking while I writhed, begging him not to stop.
• I moaned again. Louder this time.
• My hips started to rock.
• I slid two fingers lower, spreading my folds, feeling the heat trapped between them. I was drenched. The slick coated everything. I dragged it back up to my clit, rubbing circles that weren’t soft anymore.
• Faster.
• Harder.
• “Fuck,” I gasped, teeth sinking into my lip.
• I closed my eyes.
• And saw him.
• Towering over me. Naked. Veins popping. Cock so massive it looked dangerous. That cruel smirk on his face as he told me…
• “I don’t fuck little girls like you. I destroy them.”
• I shoved two fingers inside my pussy.
• I cried out.
• I imagined his cock instead.
• Thick.
• Veiny.
• Ruthless.
• I pumped my fingers harder. Faster. The slick sounds filled the room. Squish. Squish. Squish. My thighs trembled. My other hand clawed at my breast, squeezing, twisting my nipple till I whimpered.
• “I’m so fucking empty,” I moaned. “Please…”
• There was no one there.
• But I begged anyway.
• “Please, Alpha… fuck me. I need it. Need you to break me…make me scream…make me cum…”
• My fingers curled inside.
• I found that spot. The g spot. My clitoris
• And fuck…
• “Ah…!”
• My back bowed. My clit pulsed like it had a heartbeat of its own. I rubbed harder, grinding down, fucking myself, moaning his name over and over like a slut who didn’t care anymore.
• “Damon… Damon… fuck, Damon…”
• The orgasm crashed through me like a goddamn storm. My legs locked. My stomach caved. My pussy clenched so hard around my fingers it felt like it was trying to break them. My mouth dropped open but no sound came out at first. Just air. Just heat.
• Then…
• “Ahhh…fuck…yes…Alpha…yes…”
• I cried as I came fucking hard, so fucking hard that my lips trembled as I felt my finger slip out of my pussy. Oh fuck. It came out violently like a rush.
• My cunt gushed. My thighs twitched. I didn’t even realize I was crying until I tasted the salt on my lips.
• I collapsed.
• Breathless.
• Ruined.
• Still empty.
• Still starving.
• Because no matter how deep my fingers went…
• They weren’t him.
• And they never would be.
• They never would be.
• Because no matter how fast I moved,
• how deep I shoved, how tight my walls clenched, they were still mine. My fingers, which wet just soft, small and weak and I didn’t want small and soft. Fuck. I wanted to be split. I wanted to be stuffed. I wanted to be fucked so deeply that I forgot my name.
• I should’ve been satisfied. But guess what? I wasn’t.
• My body should’ve collapsed and stayed down, twitching in post-orgasm haze, fucked out by my own pathetic little hands. But it wasn’t enough. Fuck, it wasn’t even close. Because the second I stopped moving, the second my hips stilled and the sheets stuck to my thighs, that ache came crawling right back.
• Like my pussy was mocking me.
• Like it knew those fingers weren’t his.
• And they never would be.
• I rolled onto my back with a sob. Not from sadness. From need. My chest was rising and falling too fast, my skin damp with sweat. My clit throbbed so hard I thought I might scream again just from air touching it.
• I looked down.
• My pussy was glossed. The lips slick and red from friction, twitching with every heartbeat. My folds glistened. My entrance fluttered like it was waiting to be filled. Begging.
• I spread my legs wider and stared at it.
• My cunt.
• Dripping.
• Used.
• And still fucking starving.
• My fingers hovered there for a second. Shaky. Barely able to move. And then I dipped two of them back into the slick.
• Warm.
• Wet.
• Fucking soaking.
• I whimpered.
• I couldn’t help it.
• The moment I touched myself again, my head fell back against the pillow, and I let out the filthiest, rawest sound that had ever left my throat. My toes curled. My eyes fluttered. My lips parted in a moan that was barely human.
• “Oh…fuck…”
• I didn’t even go slow this time.
• I shoved them in.
• Hard.
• Two fingers deep inside my soaked pussy, curling fast, searching for that spot, that sacred place inside me that only lit up when I thought about him.
• And I was thinking about him.
• So hard it hurt.
• I imagined him standing at the doorway.
• Arms crossed. Shirtless. His cock already hard. Thick. Heavy. Veins running like rivers down the shaft. His eyes locked on mine, full of fire and hunger and punishment. I imagined him saying it. Low. Cold. Cruel.
• “Didn’t I tell you not to touch what’s mine?”
• I gasped.
• I fucked my fingers deeper.
• “Yours,” I whispered, voice cracked and soaked in filth. “I’m yours…”
• My other hand flew to my clit.
• I started rubbing it fast. Relentless. No rhythm. Just desperation. I needed it. Needed to cum again. Harder. More. I needed it to hurt. To burn. I needed it to feel like I was being fucked open by him.
• My back arched.
• My belly clenched.
• And I couldn’t stop.
• The squelching noises were obscene. Sticky. Loud. The air reeked of sex and slick and sweat. My thighs slapped against the sheets. My hips rolled. I was a mess. A needy, dripping, crying slut of a mess.
• “Please…Alpha…please…”
• I moaned into the room like a fucking offering.
• My fingers curled again. My pussy squeezed around them like it was trying to keep them in. But they weren’t enough. They were too thin. Too short. Too human. And I needed a monster. I needed that thick cock I’d felt pressing into my stomach, so fucking high up it made me think he could fuck my soul out of my body.
• My thighs started to shake.
• My breath came out in short, sharp pants. My nipples were rock hard, tight points brushing the air with every movement. My free hand grabbed one, twisted, pulled until pain lit up my chest and pleasure shot straight to my clit.
• “Oh fuck…oh fuck…please…”
• I was losing it. It felt like my mind had gone to another dimension because fuck I was gone.
• And still, I imagined him.
• Not touching me.
• Not fucking me.
• Just watching.
• Arms folded.
• Cock out.
• Smirking.
• Watching me fall apart like the filthy, desperate little slut I was.
• His voice echoed in my head…
• “That pussy’s loud, baby. She screams for me before I even touch her.”
• I screamed.
• Loud.
• So loud it cracked the air.
• The orgasm ripped through me like lightning.
• My legs clamped shut around my hand. My pussy clenched and fluttered. I could feel it…spasming, gushing, coating my fingers in another wave of wet heat that made a mess of my thighs, my robe, the bed beneath me.
• My hips wouldn’t stop jerking. My body writhed, trying to ride out every last pulse of that pleasure. I was choking on it. Drowning in it. Gasping for air between whimpers.
• And still…
• Still…
• It wasn’t enough.
• Because it wasn’t him.
• Not his voice.
• Not his hands.
• Not his cock.
• I let my fingers slip out of me.
• Slow.
• Sticky.