Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 145

Lyra

"I can’t stay quiet," I moaned, and it came out so fast, so wild, so fucking real I didn’t even try to stop it. "I can’t..I can’t..oh my God, Damon, I’m so loud..I can’t stop..

My hands flew to my mouth.

Both of them.

I slapped them over my lips like they could hold in the moans that were already trying to rip out of me.

I pressed down hard, shaking, whimpering, my thighs trembling on either side of his face while his tongue kept moving, deep and slow and maddening like he was trying to lick me into insanity.

And I could feel myself getting close. I could feel it building. That tight, swollen, wet pressure just behind my clit. That insane, explosive, oh-my-God-I’m-not-ready kind of orgasm that starts in your spine and makes your whole body lock up like it’s trying to survive it.

But then he pulled away.

Just for a second.

And I nearly screamed from the loss.

He looked up at me with his mouth shiny, his chin soaked in me, his eyes dark and wild and full of fucking possession, and then he said the filthiest thing I’d ever heard in my life.

"Let me help you, kitten."

My hands were still over my mouth, and I couldn’t speak, couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, but I watched with wide, soaked eyes as he reached over to the nightstand, grabbed a piece of cloth—something dark, soft, thick—and sat up just long enough to wrap it around my mouth.

Tight.

Firm.

He tied it at the back of my head, rough but controlled, making sure it stayed.

And then he looked up at me again, with that slow, dangerous smirk like he already knew he was about to destroy me.

"Now," he growled, dragging his hands down my thighs, yanking me down his chest until I was sitting on his face again, spread wide, tied up, soaked, and fucking helpless, "I can eat you exactly how I want."

Oh fuck.

My body shuddered.

And then he did.

He dove in with no hesitation, no gentleness, no teasing.

He devoured me.

His tongue was fast and deep and slick, lapping through my folds like he was thirsty for it, like he’d been waiting years just to taste me, like he needed it to live. But this time, it wasn’t just his tongue.

He used his teeth.

Not rough. Not painful. Just enough. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

He caught my clit between them, biting lightly, tugging, then soothing it with his tongue again—and I screamed. I screamed behind the gag. The sound tore out of me and hit the back of the cloth, muffled but desperate, and my eyes rolled back so hard I saw stars.

I couldn’t hold still.

I couldn’t think.

My hips were grinding down like I was possessed. My thighs were squeezing his head like I wanted to drown him. My hands clawed at the wall, the sheets, my own hair, anything I could find to stop myself from exploding—but it didn’t matter.

Because he didn’t stop.

His tongue moved in circles now. Fast. Firm. Precise. Like he knew my body better than I did.

And his hands?

They were everywhere.

One was gripping my ass like he wanted bruises.

The other was on my lower back, pulling me down, holding me in place while I rode his face like a girl with no fucking shame.

And the entire time, I was crying into the cloth.

Hot tears sliding down my face, soaking into the gag, my throat convulsing around my own breath because it was too much. Too hot. Too full. Too fast.

I could feel my orgasm building again. Higher. Tighter. Meaner.

I started shaking.

My legs were trembling like they were giving out.

And in the back of my mind, all I could think was: this is mine.

This is mine.

This filthy mouth. This man. This bed. This moment. All of it.

Not hers.

Not anymore.

I didn’t even know where I was anymore.

All I knew was his mouth. His tongue. His fucking teeth. His hands bruising my thighs as he pinned me down and dragged his tongue over my clit again and again and again until my body didn’t know what the fuck to do with itself.

I was crying into the gag now.

Shaking so hard I thought I was going to pass out right there, mid-orgasm, with my pussy smothering his face and my thoughts slipping straight into black.

But I didn’t stop riding him.

I couldn’t stop.

Because his rhythm—oh my God, his rhythm—it wasn’t fair. It was cruel. It was fast and slow and deep and teasing and ruthless all at once. He was using his tongue like it was made to break me. Like it belonged inside me. Like he was sculpted just to taste me.

And I could feel it building again.

Not just an orgasm.

Not just a high.

Something violent.

Something wet.

Something that made my whole stomach cramp and my toes curl and my chest lock up like I was about to fucking die.

My hips started jerking.

My thighs clamped around his face.

And I screamed behind the gag.

"Fuck, Daddy—fuck, Daddy, I’m cumming—oh my fucking God—I’m cumming and—I’m squirting—I can’t—fuck—I can’t stop—oh shit—"

My whole body snapped.

It was like something exploded inside me.

My pussy clenched so hard around nothing that I cried out. My legs shook like they didn’t belong to me. My stomach spasmed, and then it happened—I squirted. I fucking squirted. Not just once. Not a little.

It gushed.

Out of me.

All over his face.

Soaking him. Covering his mouth. Splashing down his neck and chest like I was marking him.

And I was still cumming.