Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 29.

I was losing it.

Losing myself.

My legs couldn’t hold me up.

So he pushed me.

Back.

Hard.

Until I hit the bar.

Then he lifted my leg.

Hooked it over his shoulder.

And kept eating.

Wet sounds echoed through the room as his mouth fucked my cunt like he wanted to drown in it.

"Please..."I gasped.

"Please I’m...I’m gonna.."

He didn’t stop.

He didn’t fucking stop.

If anything.

He went harder.

His fingers pistoned into me.

His tongue brutal on my clit.

Slick everywhere.

My juices smeared across his mouth.

Down his chin.

Dripping onto the floor.

My orgasm hit like lightning.

Cracked through my spine.

Lit up every nerve.

Every inch.

Every fucked up ache inside me.

I came with a scream.

And he didn’t stop.

Not even then.

He kept going.

Fucking my orgasm out of me like he was wringing it from my soul.

My body convulsed.

My hands clawed at the edge of the bar.

My head fell back.

"Too much..."

He growled.

"Take it"

Then he stood.

Still fully clothed.

Still hard.

His mouth was soaked with me.

Shiny with my slick.

His lips glistened as he licked them slowly.

"I haven’t even started yet," he whispered.

He turned me around.

Bent me over the bar.

Ripped the mesh down the middle.

And pressed his cock to my entrance.

I was still pulsing from the orgasm.

Still trembling from the taste of his mouth.

But I spread my legs.

And waited for the stretch.

Because I knew.

He was going to break me open next.

His cock was right there.

Pressed at my entrance.

Thick, hot, pulsing like it had a fucking heartbeat.

My pussy was already parted for him, lips slick and swollen and weeping from the way he’d just devoured me with his mouth.

I was still bent over the edge of the bar, breath caught in my throat, thighs trembling like I’d been drugged on heat. His hand was firm on my hip, gripping me like he was about to shove that cock in and fuck the air out of my lungs.

"You ready to be ruined now, little girl?"

His voice was a growl, buried in my ear, hot as hell and twice as wicked.

I nodded. Tried to answer. But no sound came out.

Just a whimper. Just a pathetic little noise as he rolled his hips forward and the head of his cock pressed harder against the dripping mess between my legs.

My walls clenched before he even pushed in. I could already feel the stretch, the burn, the brutal width that would split me open and leave me wrecked for days.

And then.

"Daddy!"

The voice sliced through the tension like a fucking blade. As my body jerked. His hand flew off my hip. The weight of his cock disappeared. His grip loosened as footsteps echoed down the hallway.

"Daddy, are you still down here?"

Tasha.

Fuck.

He turned me around fast. Hands moving like he’d done this before. He shoved the torn mesh dress down over my thighs, not that it did anything to hide the slick still glistening between my legs.

His hands were rough, fast, yanking me upright, tucking a stray curl behind my ear like that would somehow erase the fact that I was still gasping, still leaking, still trembling from the orgasm he’d just shoved down my throat with his tongue.

He took one step back.

Then another.

His chest was still bare. His cock still hard. His jaw still tight like he’d just been cockblocked mid-exorcism.

And then she appeared.

Tasha.

Heels. Glitter. Phone in hand.

Bouncing like she hadn’t just walked in on sin.

She didn’t see anything.Thank the moon goddess.

Didn’t notice how red my cheeks were or how uneven my breathing was or how my legs couldn’t stop trembling.

"Daddy, please!" she whined, racing toward him. "One of our girls just called. The party is already on fire. Like it’s lit, Daddy. They said there’s this guy with a yacht, and apparently he’s scouting for a new wife, and you know Angel’s already taking pictures and I swear if we don’t get there now, we’ll miss everything!"

She clutched his arm like a child begging for candy.

Her voice was breathless. Her excitement infectious.

But Damon didn’t look at her.

He was looking at me.

Right at me.

Eyes locked on the space between my thighs like he was memorizing the taste of me.

My slick was still drying on his beard.

I knew it.

He knew it.

Tasha didn’t.

"Daddy, please," she said again. Her tone shifted. Softer now. "Please. Can we go? I’ve been waiting all day."

He took a slow breath.

Exhaled through his nose like he was trying to calm a storm.

Then finally.

"Fine," he said. "But make sure you stay safe."

"I will, Daddy. I promise."

She kissed his cheek and started to turn, then paused.

"Can I take your car?"

Damon looked at her like she’d just suggested murder.

"Hell no, Tasha."

She gasped.

"Come on, Daddy. You have, like, hundreds of cars."

"And the last time you took one, you ran it into a marble statue."

"It was a movie prop!"

"You cracked the grille. Dented the hood. Scraped the side mirror."

Her pout deepened.

"That car was boring anyway."