Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 144

Lyra

"Do you know what that did to me?" I gasped, my chest pressed to his, my eyes wild. "Do you know what it felt like to see her touch you? To see her kiss you? I felt like I was dying. I felt like I was nothing. Like you’d used me and I was just—God—I was just some little toy you kept warm while she was gone."

His jaw tightened.

I didn’t stop.

"I hated you," I whispered. "I hated you for letting her touch what you just filled. For letting her lay her hands on what’s mine. I hated you so much it made me cry like a stupid little girl who gave her heart to a man twice her age and thought it would matter."

His hand grabbed the back of my neck and I gasped.

"I lied because you matter more than anything," he said, low and guttural and wrecked. "I lied because I couldn’t fucking survive losing you."

And then I snapped.

I shoved him backward. Shoved him until his knees hit the edge of the bed and he fell, and I climbed straight onto him like I didn’t care anymore. Like I didn’t need dignity. Like I didn’t need words.

I straddled his lap, soaked, dripping, naked, messy from crying and shaking and still covered in everything he did to me earlier—and I looked down at him like I was going to devour him.

"You want me?" I asked, breathless, furious, trembling. "Prove it. Show me I’m the only thing you’ll ever fucking taste."

His eyes went dark.

And then he said it again.

That voice.

That fucking voice.

"Come here, kitten," he growled, grabbing my hips, dragging me up his chest. "Come sit on Daddy’s mouth."

I was straddling his chest, still panting, still shaking, still soaked and completely naked with my hair sticking to my cheeks and my thighs literally dripping down his skin.

His sweatpants were wet from how hard I’d been grinding against him, and my whole body was flushed from crying and screaming and needing him so bad I couldn’t even remember what the fuck started this anymore.

I stared down at him, breathing hard, every inch of me burning, and I opened my mouth without thinking.

"I’ll try," I whispered, swallowing hard, licking my lips because my throat was dry and my heart was pounding and my brain had already jumped off a cliff. "I’ll try my best not to be loud. I don’t want them to hear us downstairs."

My voice sounded so small and messy and cracked I hated it. But it was real. Because I knew Tasha was still down there. I knew she was still down there—his wife. The one with the face and the body and the perfect clothes. The one who kissed him.

But he didn’t even flinch.

His eyes didn’t soften.

They darkened.

He sat up just enough to grab the backs of my thighs and dig his fingers into my ass so hard it made me whimper, and his voice—fuck—his voice dropped straight into my clit.

"You think I give a fuck, kitten?" he growled, low and sharp and filthy as hell. "You think I care if she hears? If they all hear? I don’t. I don’t give a single fucking fuck."

I gasped, but he didn’t stop.

"Let them listen. Let them hear what you sound like when you ride Daddy’s face. Let them hear how wet you are for me, how desperate you get when I start licking that sweet little cunt like it’s the only thing I’ve ever needed to survive."

My thighs twitched.

My chest tightened.

My whole face went hot.

But I still couldn’t stop myself.

"I do," I whispered, even though my hips were already rocking toward his mouth. "I do care. I don’t want her to hear me and honestly you sometimes forget I’m your daughters age"

Fuck it.

He grabbed me.

Hard.

He yanked me higher up his body and shoved his face between my thighs so fast I barely had time to blink, and then his voice—his voice—came again, rougher this time, like he was at his fucking limit.

"Shut up," he snarled, his breath fanning hot over my slick folds. "And sit on Daddy’s mouth. Now."

Oh fuck.

Oh fuck.

My knees gave out and I dropped.

Right on his face.

And the second my pussy hit his tongue, I screamed.

I tried to hold it in. I really did. I bit my lip, grabbed the headboard, twisted the sheets, choked on my own breath—but it didn’t matter. Because his mouth was everywhere. His tongue was everywhere. He wasn’t soft. He wasn’t slow. He was devouring me like I was his last meal and he hadn’t eaten in weeks.

"Oh my fucking God—Damon—oh my God—I can’t—fuck—I can’t—"

His hands were digging into my ass, spreading me wider, holding me down against his mouth like he was starving for it. His nose was rubbing against my clit, his tongue was thrusting inside me, licking and swirling and sucking every inch like he needed it. Like it was oxygen. Like he wasn’t going to stop until I couldn’t breathe.

And I was losing my mind.

"I’m gonna be loud," I cried, rocking my hips over his face now, moving like I couldn’t stop, couldn’t think, couldn’t do anything but ride him like I was about to fall apart. "I can’t stay quiet, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I can’t, oh fuck.."

I covered my mouth with both my hands.