Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 60.

Sucked the last of it out like I was her favorite flavor and she’d just gotten her first taste in years.

When I finally pulled out..slow and twitching, cock wet and red and glistening..she opened her mouth.

Tongue out.

Clean.

Empty.

Fucking beautiful.

"Good fucking girl," I rasped, grabbing her face with one hand and dragging my thumb over her soaked lips. "Look at this mess. Look what you fucking did to yourself."

I crouched low, face inches from hers.

"Never," I breathed, voice rough with sin, "have I ever thought I’d fuck a girl my daughter’s age..." I laughed under my breath, dark and bitter and already so fucking hard again. "...but fuck, Lyra."

I gripped her hair tighter, jerked her head back, made her feel it. "You don’t even know what the fuck you’ve done to me."

My cock was still twitching.

Still leaking.

Still pressing against her flushed, tear-streaked cheek like it hadn’t just unloaded a week’s worth of cum down her throat.

"You think I give a shit about morals?" I hissed. "You think I care how wrong this is? You think I’d stop even if your best friend walked in right now?"

I shoved two fingers into her mouth. Hard. Fast. Down her throat.

She gagged.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t even blink.

She fucking moaned around them.

I snarled.

"That’s what I thought."

I yanked her up by the throat. She stumbled, eyes wide, thighs quivering, mouth still open as if she didn’t know if I was going to spit in it or fuck it again.

I pinned her to the wall, cock grinding against her stomach through my pants, leaving a wet, sticky trail where my tip smeared precum across her skin.

"Look what you do to me, baby," I growled, cupping her jaw with one hand while my other gripped her ass. "Look what this tight little body fucking does to a man like me."

I bent low, nuzzled her throat, licked up the salt and sweat and desperation.

"You think I’m proud of this?" I asked, biting her ear. "You think I’m proud that I want to ruin every inch of you? That I think about you when I’m in meetings? That I’ve come in my fucking fist thinking about your tits bouncing while you ride that pink little bicycle down my street?"

She gasped.

Shook.

Fucking whimpered.

I pressed my lips to her ear.

"You were made to be broken by me."

I said it right against her throat, licking the sweat as she trembled in my grip. She shuddered like her whole soul heard it. Like something inside her snapped. Gave in. Let go.

And fuck, I wasn’t done.

"I wanna suck your titties." My voice cracked. Rough. Starved. My hands were already bouncing her tits like they were fucking sacred. "Oh fuck, baby... I wanna suck your fucking titties."

I cupped them both. Warm. Soft. Fucking perfect.

"I wanna bury my face in them. Bite them. Make you scream." I groaned as I shoved my face down into the valley of her tits, dragging my tongue over her skin like a man possessed. "I wanna cum on them, baby." My cock twitched. My breathing turned animal. "Can I?"

She gasped.

Nodded.

Then said it.

"Yes, Daddy," she cried, arching up into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. "Fuck..yes! Cum on my titties. Use them. Mark them. Please..fuck...please."

I growled.

Loud.

I wrapped my lips around one swollen nipple and sucked. Hard. Until her back arched off the counter and her moan cracked through the kitchen like a fucking prayer. I bit it. Licked it. Switched to the other and slobbered over it until her chest was glistening.

She was whimpering.

Writhing.

Whispering filth under her breath while her thighs rubbed together.

"You like that, baby?" I snarled, sliding my cock between her tits now, smearing precum across her chest as I pushed her breasts together with both hands. "You like Daddy’s cock between your perfect big tits?"

She moaned so loud it echoed.

"Yes—yes—yes—more—don’t stop.."

And I didn’t.

I fucked them.

Slow at first. Letting the slick heat of her skin tease my tip. Then faster. Harder. Filthier.

My cock slid between her tits like it belonged there, rubbing against her throat, dripping all over her flushed skin while she kept moaning for it like a girl who didn’t give a fuck about right or wrong anymore.

"Open your mouth," I growled.

She did.

Tongue out.

Eyes locked on mine.

"You look so fucking pretty with Daddy’s cock on your tits and your mouth begging for it."

I felt it boiling.

That snap.

That eruption.

"I’m gonna fucking cum—fuck—gonna cum, baby—gonna paint these fucking tits.."

She squealed, squeezed her breasts tighter.

"Do it, Daddy. Fucking cum on me. Mark me. Ruin me..."

And I did.

I roared.

Exploded.

Thick, hot ropes shot across her chest, her neck, her lips, her tits. One long, violent orgasm that left her drenched, glistening, whimpering like she’d been baptized in filth.

I stroked out the last drop.

Let it spill across her nipple.

Then bent low, licked it off slow, sucked her tit back into my mouth like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted.

"Mine," I whispered.

"Yours," she moaned.

Still wide open.

Still needy.

Still waiting.

"Now crawl to me" I said, voice shaking with hunger. "Daddy’s not done. I haven’t even fucked your tight little pussy again since you squirted all over me. And I’m still hard."