Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 232

That slow, dark, Damon smirk that always meant something filthy was coming.

He reached to the side and came back with a small golden bottle.

Honey.

Dark, thick, dripping honey.

"What.what are you..." I gasped, but he was already pouring it.

Warm golden syrup hit my tits in slow, sticky rivers, sliding over my nipples, down the curve of my belly, pooling in the valley between my breasts. My breath caught. My cunt clenched. My nipples throbbed and sprayed a small squirt of milk through the honey and Damon growled.

He didn’t just lick it.

He devoured me.

He buried his mouth between my tits and sucked one swollen nipple so deep into his mouth I screamed. He bit. He licked.

He sucked until honey and milk dripped down his chin and smeared his jaw. His tongue was fucking everywhere — swirling, flicking, pulling.

He didn’t stop. He moaned into my chest like he was starving, like my body was feeding him something he’d never tasted before.

"Così dolce... puttana mia... latte e miele..." he groaned in a language I didn’t understand, and fuck me, I didn’t need to understand it..it felt filthy. It felt ancient. It felt like he was casting a fucking sex spell on me while sucking the life from my tits.

"What does that mean..."I panted.

He didn’t answer.

He slapped my ass. Hard. So hard my entire body jolted and I gasped, but it only made my pussy drip even more.

Then he grabbed the bottle of honey again.

And this time?

He poured it straight between my thighs.

It hit my clit first, then ran in thick, slow lines down my pussy lips, between my folds, all the way to my asshole.

I moaned so loud it echoed. My body twisted. My pussy clenched and clenched again, already begging for him.

And then he bit the inside of my thigh.

Hard.

I screamed.

But his mouth was already on my cunt.

He growled into me, tongue dragging through the honey-soaked folds, slurping it like it was the best fucking nectar he’d ever tasted.

"Fottutamente divina... sapore di mia schiava... tutta mia..." he growled between licks, his fingers spreading me wider, his mouth devouring every inch. I didn’t know what he was saying..it was Italian I guess or something older but it sounded dirty.

He licked me like he was claiming me with his mouth.

His tongue flicked my clit, circled it, sucked it, then flattened and dragged slow, cruel strokes from top to bottom, slurping every inch of my pussy until the honey was gone and I was nothing but soaked flesh and trembling moans.

And when he dipped his tongue inside me?

I fucking lost it. 𝓯𝓻𝒆𝙚𝒘𝓮𝙗𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝒍.𝙘𝓸𝙢

I came.

Hard.

My legs kicked. My hands yanked. My belly twitched. My pussy squirted again — right into his mouth and he moaned into me like it was fucking ambrosia. He didn’t stop.

He didn’t even let me come down. He just pulled back, eyes blazing, chin drenched, and grinned down at me like the predator he was.

"Oh kitten. Daddy’s gonna teach you something today" Damon said, his voice thick like melted sin, the kind of tone that wrapped around my throat and squeezed.

He went down and brought out a chair as he sprawled back in the leather chair, legs spread, cock heavy against his lower stomach, the tip already glistening from the last time he ruined me.

His eyes gleamed gold beneath the low light, that predator’s grin carved into his mouth like he already knew I was going to fall apart. "You’re gonna give Daddy a lap dance."

My heart stopped.

And then it pounded so hard I felt it between my legs.

He leaned forward, one massive hand gripping the armrest, the other lazily stroking the base of his thick cock while his gaze pinned me in place. I was still trembling. My thighs slick. My tits swollen and sore and dripping with milk. My belly full of pups. And now he wanted me to dance? In this state?

"Have you done that before, baby?" he asked, voice darker now, sharper. Almost amused. He knew the answer. He always fucking knew.

"No, Daddy," I whispered, my voice breaking apart from breathless nerves.

"I know," he growled, sitting back again, dragging his palm over his abs, spreading his thighs wider.

"Good. I like being your first in everything. I like knowing every filthy little thing you do is because I told you to. Now I would put on a song, kitten. Something dirty. Something slow. And then you will strip for me. You’re gonna dance like a fucking stripper. You hear me?"

I nodded, legs barely steady beneath me as he moved to grab his phone and press play. The bass started low and slow. The kind of song you’d hear in a club filled with red lights and slick thighs and hard cocks.

"Good girl," he murmured. "Now shake that ass for me. Show Daddy what you’re made of."

"Show me how fucking naughty you can be, because if you don’t..."

He paused, smirking slowly. "I am going to discipline you". Fuck that turned me on so good.

And you..yeah, you. Don’t pretend you’re not soaked. I know your thighs are sticky, your fingers twitching like they don’t know whether to scroll or slide inside you.

So do it. Touch yourself. Grab a dildo. Press it where it aches and picture him. Damon, my Alpha, my monster, my fucking god.

Because I’m using everything I’ve learned. Every porn video. I’m about to satisfy him like it’s the only thing I was born for.

And you better keep up.