Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 64.
Fingers tight around my jaw, eyes burning into mine like he wanted to fucking eat me alive.
"You think I don’t know?" he snarled, dragging his cock along my soaked slit. "I can smell you. You’ve been dripping since you opened your eyes. You want me to breed you again, baby?"
I gasped.
Whimpered.
Nodded like a desperate little slut.
"Yes—please—fuck, yes—I need it.."
He slammed inside me so fast I screamed.
No warning.
No mercy.
Just cock.
Thick. Deep. Claiming.
I cried out as my pussy stretched around him again, still sore from last night, still sensitive, still soaked.
"You gonna take it like a good girl?" he growled against my throat, teeth scraping my bite mark. "You gonna let me ruin this tight little cunt again?"
"Please—yes—fuck—yes—do it—do it again..."
He laughed.
Dark.
Dangerous.
Then he flipped me over and slammed into me from behind, one hand tangled in my hair, the other gripping my hip so tight I knew I’d have bruises later.
"Loud little slut," he snarled, pounding into me like he owned me. "Waking me up with your mouth on my cock. What am I gonna do with you, baby?"
That’s what he growled.
Right into my ear.
Right before his cock slammed so deep inside me I nearly bit the damn pillow.
My whole body jerked.
My eyes rolled back so hard I saw nothing but stars and white.
The slap of his hips against my ass echoed through the room like thunder. His hand was tight in my hair, yanking my head back, my neck arched, drool already leaking from the corner of my mouth as he used my body like it was his fucking toy.
"You like waking me up like that?" he hissed, slamming in again, deeper this time, like he was trying to split me in half. "With your filthy little mouth wrapped around my cock?"
"Y-yes," I sobbed, back arching, hands clawing at the sheets that were already soaked in blood and cum and whatever shame I used to have. "I just—I needed it—I needed you again, Daddy—"
My voice cracked because his cock hit that spot.
That spot.
That stupid little bundle of nerves deep inside me that turned my brain to mush and made my thighs shake uncontrollably.
"Fucking hell," he growled, his grip on my hip bruising, his thrusts so rough I was sliding up the bed with every one. "You’re soaked. You’re fucking dripping."
"I know—I know—fuck—I woke up like that—I tried to stop thinking about you but—fuck—I couldn’t—"
I was babbling.
Crying.
Whimpering.
Because my pussy was soaking his cock. Every time he pulled back, I could hear it. That filthy little squelch like my body didn’t want to let him go. Like my cunt had already decided he was the only thing it would ever take again.
"You ruined me," I choked out, sobbing into the pillow as he bent over my back, teeth dragging down my spine. "You fucking ruined me, Daddy."
He didn’t stop.
His cock drove into me with brutal rhythm, every thrust shoving the air out of my lungs.
"I meant to," he snarled, tongue licking my shoulder before he sank his teeth into the spot just below my bite mark. "You think I’d let you walk around with this tight little pussy and not make it mine? You think I’d let anyone else touch what belongs to me?"
I screamed.
I wasn’t even moaning anymore—I was full-on sobbing, choking on every sound because the stretch was so deep, so fucking brutal, like he was fucking my soul.
And my pussy loved it.
She loved it.
She pulsed around him like she was hugging him, dragging him back in every time he tried to pull out.
"I can feel you clenching," he groaned, hips smacking hard, sweat dripping onto my back as he moved over me like a beast. "You gonna cum already? Huh? You that fucking desperate for me?"
I nodded.
Frantically.
Sobbing against the sheets.
"Y-yes..please..don’t stop..don’t ever stop..fuck me..break me.."
He grabbed my wrists.
Yanked them behind my back.
And held them there.
Just one big fucking hand pinning both wrists like I was nothing, like I was his personal little fuckdoll and this was his duty.
"Say it again," he growled. "Say what you are."
"I’m..fuck..I’m yours," I gasped, my voice barely more than a wrecked, broken whimper. "Your slut. Your bitch. Your tight little cumdump. Anything you want. Just..don’t stop..Daddy, please—"
He lost it.
He snapped.
His cock slammed in so deep I saw black. My legs shook violently. My pussy convulsed around him, gushing, soaking his cock, the sheets, my thighs, everything.
I came.
So fucking hard I screamed.
And he didn’t stop.
He fucked me through it, still gripping my wrists, his cock brutal and thick and angry inside me like he owned every inch of my cunt.
And he did.
Because I wasn’t just wet anymore.
I was his.
Every hole.
Every sound.
Every bruise.
Every drop of blood on the sheets and cum dripping from my thighs—his.
"Gonna fill you again," he snarled into my ear, tongue dragging over my sweat-soaked skin. "You gonna take Daddy’s knot like a good little bitch this time? Or you gonna scream again while it stretches that tight pussy open?"
I was panting.
Wrecked.
Eyes wide, mouth open, trembling.
But I nodded.
"Loud little slut."
That’s what he growled.
Right into my ear.
Right before his cock slammed so deep inside me I nearly bit the damn pillow.
My whole body jerked.
