Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 84
Lyra
He slammed in deep.
His knot swelled.
I screamed.
My cunt clenched like it was trying to trap him My cunt clenched like it was trying to trap him, squeeze him, milk him until he had nothing left to give me. And then.
The cum hit.
It slammed into me like a wave, filling every inch, every crevice, every tight little spot inside me that had been desperate for this. My body jerked. My thighs gave out.
My vision blurred. And I came so hard my entire soul left my body and floated over the fucking bed watching me squirt down his knot like a broken, fucked-out bitch who didn’t even deserve to feel this good.
"Oh my God Damon Damon Damon fuck fuck I’m coming I’m coming Daddy I’m gonna fucking pass out I swear I can’t breathe I can’t stop squirting I’m gonna drown us both in it fuck.."
Buzz.
My phone.
I heard it.
Faint under the sound of skin slapping and bed creaking and me moaning like a fucking bitch in heat but it was there and it was ringing.
I turned my head.
Saw the screen light up.
Mum.
No.
No no no.
"Fuck..Mum..not now..not now..I’m cumming—" I sobbed, voice shaking, my legs convulsing, my entire body drenched and ruined and locked to the cock that was still twitching inside me like it was claiming my soul.
"Not now—not fucking now—Mum I can’t—I’m fucking busy—oh fuck—fuck Damon—Damon she’s calling—my fucking mum is calling me while I’m getting knotted by my best friend’s father and I can’t stop coming.."
"Let her hear it," Damon growled, voice thick and dark and breathless right at my ear, his cock grinding into my swollen cunt like he wanted me to come harder.
And I did.
"Oh my God—oh my fucking God—Daddy I’m gonna squirt again—I’m leaking all over your knot—I can feel it—my pussy’s sucking you in and won’t let go—I can’t—I can’t stop—fuck Mum I’m sorry I can’t talk I’m busy getting bred like a filthy omega whore—"
My phone kept ringing.
Vibrating against the nightstand while I sobbed into his sheets and screamed his name and begged him to keep fucking me like her call didn’t even matter.
Like the only thing that mattered was the mess dripping down my thighs and the way my womb clenched like it was trying to pull every drop of his cum into my body.
"Damon please—fuck—please don’t stop—she can wait—fuck my mum can fucking wait—this is more important—this knot—this cock—this is what I need—this is what I want—oh my God yes yes YES FUCK—"
My scream broke again.
Louder than the ringtone.
Louder than my sanity.
Because I came again.
I exploded around him like I was trying to burn myself out from the inside.
My body convulsed.
My pussy gushed.
My fingers twisted in the sheets like they were the only things keeping me from floating away and I cried his name over and over while my cunt pulsed around his knot like it was fucking worshipping it.
"Damon—Daddy—Daddy please—fuck me through it—keep going—lock me down—make me forget I ever had a phone—make me forget my fucking name—"
My phone finally stopped ringing.
But I didn’t.
I kept leaking.
Kept coming.
Kept moaning his name like it was a prayer and I was a slutty little disciple offering her pussy as the altar.
And the worst part?
I was still clenching like I wanted more.
And the worst part? I was still clenching like I wanted more.
Like my pussy hadn’t had enough.
Like the knot buried inside me wasn’t already locking me wide open and dripping with so much cum it was running down my thighs and soaking the bed.
Like my body didn’t know the meaning of done.
I was still panting.
Still shaking.
Still whining with my mouth open and my brain spinning while his cock stayed buried so deep I swear I could feel the shape of it in my chest.
And then—
Her voice.
Right outside the door.
"Damn, girl"
My eyes snapped open.
I froze.
Again.
Tasha’s voice was low this time.
Not angry.
Not yelling.
Not full of that sharp shriek she’d thrown like knives when she first banged the door.
No.
She sounded... different.
Like she’d just—
"Shit," she muttered, "I just touched myself hearing you moan."
My heart stopped.
My body didn’t.
No.
My pussy clenched even harder.
Because the thought of her on the other side of the door, touching herself while I got fucked by her dad, while she listened to me scream and beg and come like a little cum-drunk knot-hungry bitch—it made my stomach twist and my nipples ache and my pussy gush all over again.
Fuck.
I whimpered into the pillow like I was trying to swallow it.
Tasha laughed.
Low.
Breathless.
And so fucking amused.
"When you come out of there," she said, "you’re gonna tell me who this man is."
My throat closed.
I buried my face deeper.
She didn’t stop.
"Because it sounds like he’s fucking good."
My whole body jolted.
She heard everything.
She loved it.
And the worst part?
So did I.
I was still spread wide.
Still knotted.
Still clenching around Damon like my pussy didn’t know how to let go.
And now my best friend had just told me she got herself off to the sound of her dad fucking me through the mattress.
And I wasn’t even close to done.
