Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 239

Lyra

"Fuck..Daddy’s gonna cum now. Fuck. Daddy’s gonna cum. I wanna cum on your pretty face, kitten. I want you on your knees when I cum. Fuck..I’m cumming. On your knees now."

The moment he said it, my whole body reacted before my brain could catch up.

I slid off his lap so fast it was like my soul had been yanked downward. My thighs were trembling.

My pussy was still gaping and soaked from how hard I’d been riding him, and yet I dropped to my knees between his wide-spread legs like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I looked up at him with my mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide. I didn’t care that I looked ruined. I didn’t care that my face was flushed, my skin was shiny with oil, and my thighs were soaked from slick and sweat.

I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be his dirty little girl with Daddy’s cum painting my entire fucking face.

And the second his fist gripped his cock, I knew I was about to get it.

He didn’t stroke it more than once. He didn’t need to. That thick, angry cock was already twitching so violently I thought it might cum from the way I looked at it.

His knuckles were white. His abs were flexed so hard I could see every ridge. And when he let go..when he roared, head thrown back, body locked tight..

I watched the first hot, thick rope of cum shoot from the tip and slap against my cheek with a wet, filthy sound that made my pussy clench so tight it hurt.

The second rope hit me right across my lips. It smeared down my chin and onto my throat. The third splashed onto my tongue, and I moaned loud.

I fucking moaned because I could taste him. Because I could feel it dripping down my skin. Because I was completely covered in his cum and I was proud of it.

He was still coming. More hot streams of cum painted my throat, my tits, the top of my belly. I felt it running between my breasts, mixing with my milk, sliding down my stomach. It was everywhere. My mouth. My nose. My lashes. My jaw. My entire fucking chest.

And I didn’t move. I stayed right there, mouth wide, tongue out, face tilted up like the little cum-hungry kitten I knew I was.

Because this was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I wanted to be drenched in him. I wanted to smell like him. I wanted to be the mess he made.

When the last drip finally oozed from his cock and landed on the curve of my tits, I looked up at him. His chest was rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon.

His arms were trembling. His eyes were locked on me like I was his obsession, his downfall, his heaven and his hell all in one.

I wiped a thick drop of cum off my cheek with one finger. I dragged it slowly to my mouth and sucked it off with a wet pop. I made sure he watched every second of it. I made sure he knew that I wasn’t just letting him mark me..I wanted it.

"Thank you for the meal, Daddy," I said, my voice low and sweet. "You came so much. You covered me. You made me your canvas."

I said it slowly, proudly, with my mouth still wet and my tongue catching the last creamy drop sitting on my lower lip.

My voice came out soft but filthy, soaked in everything I had just taken. I was still on my knees.

My body was trembling, my chest was rising and falling with every breath, and my entire face—my cheeks, my lips, my chin, even my lashes—was painted in Daddy’s cum.

And I fucking loved it.

I looked up at him with my tongue out, not even pretending to be innocent.

"You taste so good," I whispered, licking my lip again and dragging my finger across my cheek where his cum had landed thick and hot.

"You gave me so much, Daddy. You made such a mess all over me. My face, my tits, my throat..fuck, I’m covered."

I sucked that cum off my finger with a pop, and I moaned while doing it.

I didn’t stop there. I reached between my tits, collecting more of it where it had mixed with my milk, and I smeared it across my chest like lotion.

My skin was slick and shiny and hot. I could feel it sliding down the curve of my breasts and pooling in the space between them. I could feel it on my stomach, on my belly, on my lips.

And I fucking adored it.

"I’m such a good girl for you, aren’t I?" I said, voice trembling but steady, hand sliding up his thigh as I stared at his cock still twitching in front of me.

"I made you cum so hard. I made your cock throb. You couldn’t even help yourself, Daddy. You painted me like I was your canvas."

I leaned in and kissed the head of his cock, slow and wet, tasting the drop that was still clinging to the tip. My eyes never left his. My mouth stayed open.

"I’m still hungry," I whispered. "I want more."

He looked down at me with that wrecked, dangerous stare that made my heart skip and my pussy clench. His chest was still rising fast. His abs were tight. His hand flexed at his side like he was barely restraining himself.

"You look so fucking filthy right now," he growled. "Covered in my cum. Proud of it. You’re perfect like this. My Omega. My slut. My beautiful little cum-drenched kitten."