Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 56.

Her mouth just opened in a silent moan.

Her body shook.

Her knees buckled.

And I held her up.

Because that’s what a good Daddy does.

She was shaking.

Fucking dripping.

Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless I let her.

My cum was leaking out of her pussy again.

So much of it.

Milky. Thick. Warm.

Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her.

And I just stood there, cock still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimulation that rocked through her little body.

I should’ve stopped.

Should’ve pulled out. Cleaned her up. Tucked her in.

But I didn’t.

Because she looked too fucking beautiful like this.

Ruined.

Marked.

Full.

Mine.

"Fuck," I growled under my breath, brushing a hand down her spine. "Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you, baby."

Her lips quivered in the mirror.

Her fingers shook as they smeared against the glass, trying to hold herself up.

And her pussy?

Still fucking gaping.

Still oozing with my cum like she’d been bred.

I leaned closer. Pressed my mouth to her ear.

"You were a virgin three days ago," I whispered, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs. "Now look at you. A cumdump. A cockslut. A sweet little hole I can fill whenever I want."

She whimpered.

Her thighs clenched.

And I laughed darkly.

"Oh, you like that, don’t you? You like being used. You like crawling. Begging. Letting Daddy fuck the innocence out of you until your pussy’s too stretched to even close again." 𝗳𝗿𝐞𝕖𝘄𝗲𝕓𝗻𝚘𝚟𝕖𝐥.𝚌𝕠𝕞

I slid two fingers into her from behind.

Just to feel how warm it still was.

How soft.

How soaked.

"Jesus Christ," I groaned. "You’re dripping, baby. Can’t even keep my cum inside. That tight little cunt’s so full it’s pushing me out."

Her moan cracked.

She collapsed fully against the mirror.

And I knew it was time.

Not to stop.

But to change locations.

Because I wasn’t fucking done.

Not even close.

I scooped her up.

Arms limp.

Face flushed.

Hair stuck to her cheek and shoulders.

She looked like she’d just survived a hurricane and still wanted to go back in the water.

Perfect.

I carried her to the bathroom.

Big marble tub. Black tiles. Candles still burning from earlier.

The kind of place that wasn’t built for relaxation.

It was built for sin.

I set her down on the edge.

Turned on the tap.

Hot water roared to life, steam curling into the air like the room itself knew what was about to happen.

She blinked up at me, dazed.

"D-Daddy..."

I knelt.

Spread her thighs again.

And stared.

God.

Her pussy was leaking.

Every inch of her was glistening with sex. My cum. Her slick. Sweat. Saliva.

I grabbed her hips. Pulled her forward. And buried my mouth in it.

Her scream tore through the bathroom as I licked everything.

All of it.

The mess. The salt. The cream. The shame.

My tongue dove into her pussy like I was starving.

I sucked her clit until her legs kicked against the marble and she begged me to stop.

I didn’t.

I pressed her thighs apart with my shoulders and fucking devoured her.

Over and over and over again.

"You taste like sin," I growled against her cunt. "You taste like innocence ruined. Like every dirty thought I’ve ever had wrapped in a trembling little body that can’t stop begging to be used."

She screamed.

Came again.

Soaking my face.

Her juices dripped down my chin.

And I licked them off.

Slow.

Possessive.

Like I was drinking from a fucking chalice.

Then I stood.

Picked her up again.

And stepped into the bath.

Water sloshed around my calves.

Steam wrapped around us.

I sat down with her in my lap, her body soft and warm, chest pressed to mine, legs straddling me..

And my cock?

Still hard.

Still angry.

Still fucking ready.

She tried to shift away.

I didn’t let her.

"Daddy—please—it’s too much..."

"No," I breathed, guiding the head of my cock to her ruined hole. "It’s not enough. Not until you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops. Not until you pass out in my arms with your cunt still twitching and leaking my cum."

I slammed up into her.

She shrieked.

Her head dropped to my shoulder. Her nails carved down my chest. Her pussy locked up around me like it was about to snap.

But I didn’t stop.

I gripped her ass and bounced her on my cock.

The bath splashed around us.

Water spilled onto the tiles.

Her moans echoed off the marble walls like a fucking prayer.

"Say it," I growled, biting her ear. "Say what you are."

"I—I’m—fuck—I’m Daddy’s fucktoy—"

"Louder."

"I’M YOUR FUCKTOY—PLEASE—DADDY—I CAN’T...

"You can."

I grabbed her throat.

Fucked up into her like the savage I was.

Her tits bounced against my chest. Her body melted. Her voice broke into sobs.

I held her.

Fucked her.

Praised her.

Ruined her.

Until she wasn’t just wet from the water anymore.

Until her eyes rolled back and her nails left bloody marks on my skin.

Until my cum flooded her again and she slumped forward, shaking, whimpering, whispering my name like a prayer she’d never forget.

And I smiled.

Because she’d never belong to anyone else now.

Not after this.

Not after me.

Not after Daddy.