Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 57.

~Damon~

She was so warm.

So soft.

So wrecked.

I’d watched her fall asleep with my cum leaking down her thighs. I’d dried her off with my own hands. Held her until the tremors slowed and her breath went soft against my chest.

But I couldn’t sleep.

Not with her scent in my lungs.

Not with her cunt still twitching around nothing.

Not with my cock hard again, laying thick and angry against her ass like it missed her already.

I couldn’t help it.

Not when she looked like that.

Naked. Flushed. Legs parted in her sleep.

A ruined little girl who’d let me fuck her throat, her pussy, her soul..and still begged for more.

So I slid back in.

Carefully.

Slow.

Buried the tip of my cock into her warm, soaked cunt while she slept, and watched her face twitch from the stretch.

She moaned in her sleep.

Tried to shift.

But I grabbed her hips. Kept her still. Pulled her ass back until I was halfway in.

And fuck, the feeling...

She was still wet.

Still swollen.

Still leaking with every inch I gave her.

My breath caught in my throat.

Her walls gripped me like they remembered me.

Like they’d been waiting.

I pushed deeper.

And deeper.

And deeper.

Until I was buried to the base.

My cock stretching her open all over again.

And that’s when she woke up.

Her eyes flew open.

Her breath caught.

Her mouth opened in a soft little gasp—

"D-Daddy..."

I grunted. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

My hand wrapped around her throat from behind. Not tight. Just there.

Just enough for her to feel it.

"Shh," I whispered into her ear. "Don’t talk. Just feel me."

She squirmed.

I tightened my grip.

She moaned.

Her pussy clenched.

And fuck, I lost it.

"You know how fucking dangerous this is?" I whispered, grinding into her slow. "You’re 18. Barely legal. And I’m thirty-eight years old with a cock inside you before the sun’s even up."

She whimpered.

I pulled out an inch.

Then slammed back in.

Hard.

She jolted in my arms. Her legs kicked.

But she didn’t pull away.

She never did.

"Do you know what that means, baby?" I hissed, dragging my lips down her neck. "It means you’re ruined. It means you’ll never be able to fuck anyone else again without thinking of how I made you bleed. How I made you scream."

Another thrust.

Slow.

Deep.

Her moan cracked.

And I smiled.

Because I knew she loved it.

I could feel how wet she was.

I could feel her clenching around me like she wanted to come again already.

"You think some college boy’s ever gonna fuck you like this?" I growled, fucking her harder now, one hand gripping her tit, the other around her throat. "You think he’s gonna choke you while he fills your cunt with his cum every night and calls you Daddy’s little whore?"

"N-no—Daddy—fuck—I can’t.."

"You can," I snarled. "And you will. You’ll take this cock every fucking morning before you eat. Before you brush your teeth. Before you even say good morning. You’ll wake up with me inside you until you don’t remember what it feels like to be empty."

She cried out.

Her back arched.

I rolled her nipple between my fingers and slammed into her harder.

Flesh slapped flesh.

The bed rocked.

Her moans turned into sobs.

And I couldn’t stop.

I wouldn’t.

"You wanna come?" I breathed against her ear. "You wanna cream all over my cock again, you filthy little cumdump?"

"Y-yes—yes, please, Daddy, please—"

"Then beg."

"Please—I’ll be good—I’ll do anything—please don’t stop—please come inside—I want it—I need it.."

That did it.

I lost control.

I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.

Rolled her onto her stomach.

And fucked her into the mattress.

The headboard slammed the wall.

Her screams tore through the room.

My balls slapped her soaked, messy cunt with every thrust.

"You feel that, baby?"

My voice came out low. Coarse. Close to breaking.

I was so deep inside her I could barely breathe.

So deep I swear her pussy was trying to drag my soul out through my cock.

I didn’t wait for her to answer.

I didn’t need her to.

Her body said everything.

She was trembling.

Arched.

Her back bowed in surrender.

Legs shaking.

Face slack with shock, lips parted in a moan she was too wrecked to finish.

I gripped her hips tighter, dragged her closer until our skin kissed.

Until her ass was flush against my hips and her pussy sucked every last inch of me in.

"That’s not just dick," I whispered, voice hot against her ear as I rocked into her slow and heavy. "That’s ownership. That’s thirty-eight years of hunger buried in a tight, eighteen-year-old cunt that was made to be mine."

She gasped.

And I smiled.

Because she wasn’t ready.

Not for me.

Not for this.

Not for the way a real man fucks.

I moved again.

Rolled my hips.

Made her feel every inch.

Every ridge.

Every swollen vein pulsing inside her.

"You feel how deep I am, sweetheart?" I growled, dragging my hand up her back, up to her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed like the little toy she was. "You feel how your body clenches around me? Like it knows. Like it doesn’t ever want to let me go?"

She whimpered.

And fuck, it made me twitch inside her.

That little sound. That wrecked little noise that told me she was too far gone to fake anything.