Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 80

Lyra

I nodded.

I actually nodded.

I couldn’t even form words. My brain was a blur of heat and mess and please. I needed to be filled. I needed him inside me. I needed him to destroy me all over again.

"You think you’re ready for more?" he asked, dragging his fingers down the slick seam of my pussy. "You think I should fuck you again and teach you what happens to girls who lie to their Alpha?"

"Yes," I gasped, louder now. "Yes please. I’m sorry. I’m sorry I lied. Please just—"

SMACK.

Right across my pussy.

I cried out.

The sound that left me wasn’t human. It was high and broken and desperate.

"Say it again," he said.

"I’m sorry," I moaned. "I’m sorry. I was wrong. I should’ve told you. Please, Damon. Please punish me."

He growled.

Actually growled.

And I swear I heard the sound of him unbuckling his belt like it was thunder in my ears. I wanted him to use it. I wanted him to mark me. I wanted him to wrap it around my throat while he drove himself so deep inside me I couldn’t remember what it felt like to be untouched.

I wanted his cock.

His hands.

His breath on my neck while he told me I was filthy and perfect and his.

I wanted him to make me gag. To make me sob. To make me scream so loud I forgot I had a name at all.

And then I felt it.

The heat of him.

Right behind me.

Thick. Hard. Angry.

His cock dragged against my folds and I shook.

Because I wasn’t ready.

Not physically.

Not mentally. 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

Not emotionally.

And that was the entire fucking point.

"You want forgiveness, little wolf?" he murmured as the tip pressed against my dripping hole. "Then take it. Take every inch. Take my cock so deep you forget how to lie."

And then he slammed inside me.

And I broke.

The second he shoved inside me, I screamed.

I couldn’t help it. I didn’t even try. My mouth dropped open and the sound came pouring out of me like it had been hiding in my lungs for hours just waiting to be released.

It wasn’t a whimper. It wasn’t pretty. It wasn’t a breathy porn moan designed to sound good. It was a full-body, real, ugly, filthy scream.

His cock was so thick. So hot. So angry. He didn’t ease inside me. He didn’t warm me up. He didn’t stroke my back or ask if I was ready.

He just grabbed my hips and shoved in like he had a point to prove. Like my pussy had offended him and now he was going to punish it with every brutal inch.

And I loved it.

I fucking loved it.

He filled me so deep I could feel him in my stomach. My walls stretched wide to take him and still clenched so tight around him it made me want to cry.

My knees were already shaking. My arms collapsed beneath me.

My chest slammed into the sheets and I just laid there moaning like a filthy little bitch while he kept grinding in deeper like he wanted to mark my womb from the inside.

"Damon," I gasped. "Oh my God. Oh my fucking God."

That was all I could say. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything but take it. His cock was pounding into me like it belonged there. Like my body was made for it.

Like this was always how it was supposed to end. Me. Eighteen. Naked. On all fours. In my best friend’s house. With my thighs soaked and my pussy being used like a cum dump for the man I should have never looked at in the first place.

"You feel that?" he grunted, slamming into me harder. "You feel how tight this filthy little cunt is?"

I nodded. I nodded like my life depended on it. I nodded so fast I thought my head would fall off. Because I could feel it. I could feel every stretch, every push, every deep drag of his cock through my soaked heat.

My pussy was clenching around him like it didn’t want to let him go. I was so wet I could hear it. Every thrust sounded like a slap of skin.

I could feel it dripping out of me. I could feel it on my inner thighs and my calves and between my ass cheeks. I was soaking his cock. His sheets. Myself. And I didn’t care. I didn’t want to stop. I wanted more.

"You like that," he growled, yanking my hair and forcing me to arch my back like I was a toy made for display.

"You like crawling around this house naked with your pussy leaking cum while my daughter cries in the next room."

"I do," I cried. "I do. I like it. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry but I like it."

He growled behind me. A real growl. Low and hungry and dark enough to make me tremble.

"You’re so beautiful ," he said. "You’re mine."

My pussy clenched around him so hard it made me choke. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My head fell forward. My mouth was open. I was panting into the sheets while he destroyed me from behind and I couldn’t think of a single reason to stop him.