Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 146

Lyra

My clit throbbed so violently it hurt. My head dropped back, and I moaned through the cloth, loud and choked and wrecked.

I couldn’t stop shaking.

I couldn’t even see.

But Damon wasn’t done. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

His grip on my thighs tightened like he felt it too—like the gush of slick across his tongue made him insane—and I heard his voice growl against my cunt like he was trying to breathe through it.

"Don’t cum yet," he snarled, low and vicious and soaked in my taste. "Fucking hold it."

And then he moved.

Fast.

Too fast.

He flipped me.

Just like that.

One second I was on top of him with my pussy pressed to his mouth, squirting like I had no control over my body, and the next—his hands were on my thighs, his strength was lifting me like I was nothing, and his mouth never even left me.

He stood.

With me.

Still eating me.

Still licking.

Still sucking like he didn’t need air.

And he pushed me back.

Against the fucking wall.

My spine hit the cold surface and I screamed through the gag, because his mouth was still on me, his tongue still fucking me like he hadn’t just made me explode, like I didn’t just flood his mouth like a fire hydrant.

And then he moaned.

Right into me.

The vibration hit my clit so hard my whole soul spasmed.

My hands slapped the wall behind me.

My back arched.

My mouth dropped open under the cloth and I screamed again because it was too much, it was too much, and I couldn’t hold it—I couldn’t fucking hold it.

He was gripping the backs of my thighs now, spreading me wider, slamming me into the wall like he was pinning me in place for his own pleasure.

My legs were shaking so badly I thought I was going to collapse. Not just trembling. Not just weak. Violently shaking, like they were trying to shut down on me, like my body couldn’t even hold itself up anymore because he was licking me like he wanted to end me. Like his mouth was made for this. Like he’d waited his whole fucking life to pin me to a wall, bury his tongue inside me, and drink every orgasm I had to give him.

And I couldn’t fight it.

I didn’t want to.

I was soaked. Drenched. Completely gone.

I wanted him to eat me until I forgot my name.

And he did.

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t give me a second to breathe, to calm down, to find my balance. He just groaned deeper into my pussy and shoved his tongue harder into my entrance while his teeth dragged over my clit, and I screamed.

Even through the gag.

Even through the tears pouring down my cheeks.

I screamed because it was too much.

Too good.

Too hot.

Too intense.

I couldn’t take it anymore.

I reached up with both hands, my fingers shaking, my chest heaving, and I tore the gag off my mouth like it was choking me, like if I didn’t scream for real, I was going to lose my fucking mind.

"Damon..Damon..Daddy, please..I can’t..fuck..I can’t.."

My voice came out cracked and ruined and soaked in spit and need and heat and I didn’t stop saying his name. I couldn’t. It was the only thing I could fucking remember.

"I need your cock..please..I need it inside me—now!"

His head lifted.

Slowly.

His lips were wet. His jaw was covered in my slick. His pupils were blown so wide they were black. And the way he looked at me?

Like a demon who’d just found his heaven.

"You ready to ride it, kitten?" he asked, voice shredded and low, his mouth still open like he was waiting for another drop of me to fall into it.

I nodded so fast I felt dizzy.

But it wasn’t enough.

Not for him.

"Say it," he growled, stepping back from the wall and carrying me with him like I was weightless, like he owned my body. "Tell Daddy exactly what you want."

I gripped his hair with one hand, clawed at his chest with the other, and moaned like a bitch in heat.

"I want your cock," I cried. "I want it now. I want you to bend me over and fuck me until I can’t walk. I want you to make it hurt. I want you to ruin me again. I want to feel it all night. I want you to cum so deep inside me it leaks out for days."

He threw me on the bed.

Hard.

And I gasped, legs wide, slick dripping, still twitching from the aftershocks of his tongue.

And the last thing I saw before he pulled his pants down was his cock..thick, heavy, twitching—slapping up against his stomach like it was ready to split me open all over again.

Yeah folks, call me petty. Go ahead. Call me immature, dramatic, a loudmouth little homewrecker..I’ll monogram that shit on a tote bag and keep riding his face like a throne.

Because while his stupid-ass, washed-up wife was downstairs probably fantasizing about getting a hug, I was upstairs getting my back arched and my pussy worshipped like it paid rent. Yeah. Let that sink in.

While she was out there breathing like she still had a chance, I was leaking all over his mouth, moaning into a gag, and squirting in his beard like I owned the fucking deed to his face.

Petty? Babe, I’m platinum-tier petty. And honestly I hope she hears me. I hope her hand’s between her legs, crying into a pillow while I’m dripping down her husband’s throat like I’m made of liquid gold. Because let’s be honest..if you were getting head like this, you’d be cocky too.