Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 50.
I moaned into his mouth...my lips open, my tongue desperate, my whole body trying to crawl inside him.
My legs wrapped around his waist because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted him closer. Because I needed something to grind against or I was going to lose my mind.
And when he pulled back just enough to speak..his lips were red and swollen and wet, and his eyes were dark like he didn’t see me as a girl anymore. He saw me as a fuck.
As a heat. As something he was about to claim in the most disgusting, delicious, feral way.
"You’re mine now."
"Do you understand me, Lyra?"
His voice didn’t just vibrate in my ears.
It went straight between my legs.
Straight into my stomach.
Straight into the part of me that was already clenching just from the sound of him breathing.
I nodded so hard my whole head shook.
"Yes. Yes, Daddy, I’m yours, I swear. Just don’t stop. Please, don’t fucking stop. Please. I need it. I’ve needed it since forever. I can’t take this anymore."
He didn’t stop.
He dropped to his knees..dropped so fast it felt like my brain short-circuited.
Like oh my God, he was really going to do it.
He was really going to eat me out against the wall like the filthy, dangerous man he was.
He grabbed my thigh, lifted it up over his shoulder, ripped my thong down and oh God, it was soaked.
It clung to my pussy like it had been painted on, and when he tore it off, I swear I moaned like a slut.
Like an actual porn star moan escaped me without permission.
And then.
His mouth.
His mouth was on me.
He buried his face in my pussy like he was starving.
Like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and I was his fucking salvation.
Like he was punishing me and worshipping me at the same time.
I screamed.
I mean, really screamed. Not a gasp. Not a whimper.
A full-blown cry that came from deep in my gut and ripped out of my throat as his tongue slid through my folds and straight into me.
It was hot.
It was deep.
It was messy.
It was everything.
He was groaning.
Moaning into me like I was feeding him sin.
His tongue was everywhere..flicking my clit, fucking my hole, licking every inch like he was trying to clean me with his mouth.
"Daddy. Daddy. Oh my God, Damon. Please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t."
My hands clawed at his hair.
My hips were moving without me..grinding into his face.
My whole body was on fire.
I was dripping down his chin.
I was losing myself in the feeling, in the sounds, in the heat.
He slapped my thigh.
Hard.
The sting made me cry out again.
"Shut up and take it."
I did.
I tried.
I swore I was trying.
But my pussy was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to pass out.
Every lick made my eyes flutter.
Every suck made my thighs shake.
Every groan made my stomach twist and my clit scream.
He was devouring me.
He was fucking me with his mouth.
He was making me come undone one flick at a time.
And I couldn’t think anymore.
Couldn’t speak.
Couldn’t hold back.
I was gone.
Gone, gone, gone.
Gone into him.
Gone into the taste and the grip and the groans and the heat and the way he made me feel like I didn’t belong to myself anymore.
Then he stopped.
He stood.
His face was dripping.
His lips were wet.
And he didn’t wipe it off.
He looked like a man who’d just slaughtered something and loved it.
Then he kissed me.
And I tasted myself.
And I moaned into his mouth because it was disgusting and hot and filthy and I didn’t care.
I wanted it.
I wanted all of it.
He picked me up like I weighed nothing.
Carried me into the bedroom.
I clung to him like a rag doll in heat.
Then he threw me on the bed.
And I bounced.
And my legs opened.
And my nipples ached.
And my heart was pounding in my ears.
He stood at the end of the bed, watching me.
Breathing hard.
His cock hard as fuck behind his pants like an animal trying to break out of its cage.
"You wanted this."
I nodded.
I nodded so fast I thought my neck would snap.
"You begged for this."
"Yes. Yes, Daddy. I begged, and I’ll beg again. I’ll beg forever. Please. I’ll do anything."
"You said you’d ride me."
I swallowed.
My whole body was shaking.
I couldn’t stop looking at his bulge at the outline of the cock that was going to break me.
"I will."
He undid his belt.
So slow.
So threatening.
Like he was stripping for a sacrifice.
His pants dropped.
And then.
His cock.
Holy mother of God.
It slapped his stomach, and I swear, I almost cried.
Thick.
Veined.
Leaking.
Harder than anything I’d ever seen in my life.
I moaned.
Loud.
I couldn’t help it.
My pussy clenched just from looking at it.
He climbed on the bed.
Fisted himself once.
Twice.
"Then ride me, kitten. Show me how badly you want to be ruined."
