Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 106

Lyra

I moaned. Audibly.

Like a dumb little toy. Like a desperate, pathetic little slut who needed permission to keep breathing.

"Oh fuck..." I gasped.

"About missing me"

"You just had to call me, didn’t you?" he murmured, voice like silk soaked in gasoline. "Had to let me hear how soaked you are through the phone. You wanted me to hear you fall apart."

"I... I needed to know if you meant it," I whispered, thighs clenching so tight I thought I might bruise myself.

"Check your message," he growled.

My hands were shaking as I pulled the phone away just long enough to swipe down.

New photo.

Oh my God.

My entire soul screamed.

It was a picture of his cock.

Hard.

Huge.

Veins popping.

Thick, flushed, leaking.

And in the background?

My name.

Written on a little torn slip of paper.

Placed next to his cock like a fucking signature.

Lyra

I gasped so hard I choked on my own breath.

He was hard for me.

He’d taken the picture for me.

And he didn’t stop there.

Another text came in immediately after.

"I’m hard for you."

"Now be fast."

"Come suck it."

"Don’t waste my fucking time, Lyra."

"Unless you want to be punished the second you walk through that door."

I moaned again.

I didn’t even try to hold it back. It came out loud. Raw. Like it punched itself straight out of my stomach and into the sky.

Because my cunt was throbbing.

My mouth was watering.

My whole body was buzzing like it needed to be used.

I lifted the phone back to my ear, heart pounding, cheeks flushed, breath fogging up the screen.

"D-daddy," I whispered.

"I’m coming."

"No," he said, voice dropping. "You’re not coming. Yet. You don’t come until my cock is down your throat and my fingers are in your hair and I’m fucking your face like you were made for it. Now get. The fuck. Over here."

"Yes, Daddy," I whimpered.

And then I ran and took a cab to the location he sent to me.

Still shaking.

Still soaking.

Still ruined.

But already his.

The second I got into the cab, I knew I was fucked. Like, not metaphorically, not in a dramatic I’m-so-in-trouble way. I mean fucked.. The moment my ass hit that seat and the door shut, I swear to God my cunt cried out in despair because it needed dick and all it had was faux leather and sinful thoughts.

The driver glanced back at me through the rearview mirror and I smiled like the innocent little angel I absolutely was not, because if he could hear even one of the thoughts bouncing around my horny teenage brain, he’d either call the police or ask for my number.

I tried. I tried to calm down. I tried breathing. I tried thinking about algebra or dead fish or that one time I saw my grandma’s boobs by accident — but none of it worked. None of it.

Every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was Damon’s cock. Huge. Hard. Angry. Leaking. And right next to it, my fucking name. Mine. Lyra. Written in that cocky, dominant scrawl like he was branding me without even touching me.

And then the buzzing started. My phone lit up like a Christmas tree on coke.

Tasha. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Of course.

Decline.

She called again.

Decline.

Again.

Decline.

"God, stop fucking calling me!" I hissed under my breath, clicking block so fast I almost broke the screen.

Because I couldn’t think about Tasha. I couldn’t think about parties or betrayal or fake-ass friends. All I could think about was Damon’s voice and that cock and the way he was going to ruin me.

Like really ruin me.

Like crying on the floor, can’t sit right for a week ruin me.

I squirmed again, pressing my palm against the seat like it could anchor me to reality. But no. My reality was dick. One dick, specifically. One monster, Alpha fucking daddy dick with a cocky voice and a penthouse and a temper that could kill.

And I wanted him to use it.

Use me.

God, I was such a whore.

A teenage, traitorous, best-friend’s-dad-obsessed whore.

My legs kept twitching. My pussy throbbed again. I pressed my lips together and tried not to cry.

I wanted to touch myself so bad.

Just a little. Just to ease the ache.

My hand even twitched toward my skirt.

No.

No.

He said don’t come until he says so.

Don’t fucking come until his cock is in my mouth.

And I was a good girl, right?

Right?

I whimpered.

The cab hit a bump. I gasped. My clit pulsed from the pressure.

"Fuck," I whispered, biting down on my knuckle, eyes wide, heart pounding, panties sticking to me like melted candy.

I pulled out my phone and opened the picture again.

Oh my God.

It looked even bigger now.

Like my cunt just imagined it longer and harder and meaner with every glance.

I clenched.

I trembled.

I accidentally moaned again.

I was losing my fucking mind.

And then..I saw it.

The pin dropped. The little red location dot. I was almost there.

Four minutes.

Three.

Two.

I was shaking so hard now I couldn’t even sit still. My ass kept rubbing against the seat like it was possessed. My breath was coming in hot little gasps.

The driver glanced at me again.

I smiled sweetly.

Like I wasn’t about to go get face-fucked until I forgot my own name.

And when the car stopped?

I didn’t even wait.

I opened the door.

I ran.

Heart in my throat.

Pussy dripping.

Mind gone.

He was going to ruin me.

And I was going to fucking let him. Fuck.