Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 122

Let’s Try Something Kitten

~Lyra~

“DADDY!”

The scream tore out of me like my soul was coming with it. My back arched, t**s jiggling, n*****s leaking, legs wide open as f**k while his knot slammed in so deep I thought my spine was going to split.

My whole p***y clenched around him like it couldn’t bear to let him go. Like my body had given up the idea of dignity and decided all it wanted was to be filled. Again. And again. And again.

His huge veiny d**k, dragging against my swollen walls with every thrust as if they were custom–shaped to destroy me from the inside out. And that knot? That monstrous f*****g knot was stuffed inside me like a plug made of sin, locking in every drop of thick, hot Alpha c*m he’d already dumped into my womb.

I was already pregnant. Four pups. Confirmed.

And still, Damon was f*****g me like he was trying to put four more inside.

“You feel that, kitten?” he growled in my ear, grabbing the back of my neck and holding me down as his hips drove into me with slow, brutal force.

“You feel how deep I am? That’s my knot spreading you open, stretching your greedy little cunt like it was made to hold every drop I give you.”

“I do! I do, I feel it!” I sobbed, hands clawing at the sides, my body shaking from the force of each thrust. “I’m gonna come..I can’t stop it, Daddy..she’s clenching, she’s twitching, she wants it!”

He pulled back slightly, just enough for the thick bulge of his knot to tug at my entrance, and I screamed again before he shoved it back in with a nasty, wet sound that echoed in the f*****g room.

“You hear that?” he hissed. “That’s your p***y begging for it. You’re soaked. You’re dripping down your ass. I haven’t even touched your clit and you’re already trembling like a c**k–hungry little slut.”

“I am!” I wailed, head falling back, hair sticking to my face as my t**s bounced with every motion.

“I’m your slut, Daddy! I’m your fucktoy! Your breeding w***e! Your nasty little Omega b***h! Just don’t stop! Please, please, I need it!”

He slapped my thigh.

“Say it louder,” he demanded. “Say what you are.”

“I’m your breeding w***e!” I screamed, practically sobbing with how tight everything was. “I’m your 18–year–old fuckhole! I’m your dirty, dripping c*m/whore..just f**k me harder! Knot me deeper!”

He lost it.

He yanked my legs up, hooked them over his shoulders, and f****d me.

Not slow.

Not teasing.

f****d me.

Let’s Try Something Kitten

Everything rocked. My screams echoed. My p***y squelched with every stroke as his knot swelled even bigger inside me, locking us together so brutally that I swore I could feel the ridge of it punching my cervix with every roll of his hips.

“Take it,” he growled. “Take all of Daddy’s knot. Milk it like the little c*m–starved slut you are. I’m gonna come and when I do, you’re gonna scream loud enough to wake the whole f*****g estate.”

“Please, please, f**k, come in me, Daddy..I need it, I need your c*m, I need to feel it, I want to feel every hot f*****g drop-”

My voice was wrecked. My p***y was worse. I was already split open, leaking everywhere, my legs were now folded up over his shoulders while he hovered above me.

Damon growled. His c**k throbbed, twitching inside me, the thick base of his knot stretching me so wide my eyes rolled back. He hadn’t even started moving again.

He was just buried. His entire length locked inside me like he was the plug that kept me whole.

“You want Daddy to come in this filthy little hole?” he asked, voice rough with lust. His hand slid down to my belly, palm pressing over the curve like he was feeling the weight of what he already put inside me.

“You want more, kitten? Even when your p***y’s stuffed and your womb is already soaked? Even when you’re leaking with the last load I gave you?”

“Yes,” I gasped, breathless, sweat dripping down my face. “Yes, I want it. I need more. I’m still so empty. Please, Daddy. Please, give me more.”

“You were made for this. Look at this p***y. Look at how tight she grips me. She’s starving. She’s twitching. She’s begging to be bred again.”

I whimpered, back arching. His hand came up to cup my t**s, both of them heavy and sore and leaking, milk beading from my n*****s the second his thumb brushed over them. He groaned. Like every part of him was obsessed with what I’d become under him.

“You’re leaking milk,” he whispered, licking across my chest as his c**k throbbed again. “You’re made to be f****d. Made to be filled. Made to feed my pups and take my seed until you forget your name and all you can

do is moan for more.”

“Daddy, please,” I sobbed. “Please come. I want to feel it. I want it leaking out of me. I want it dripping down my ass and soaking everywhere. Please, please, give it to me.”

“You’ll take every drop,” he snarled. “You’ll lie there like a good little slut and let me pump you full again. You’ll moan when I fill your womb. You’ll smile when your belly swells. And you’ll beg for my c**k the second l

pull out.”

He thrust again.

“f**k,” he groaned. “This cunt is so tight. So wet. So perfect. You were made for me, kitten.

were made to

be my personal fuckhole. My Omega. My mate. My filthy little c**k–sleeve. And now I’m going to come in you so hard you’ll be dripping for days.”

“Do it,” I begged, eyes wild. “Come in me, Daddy. Knot me. Bury it. Fill me up again.”

His hands gripped my hips. His face buried in my neck. His c**k twitched violently.

And then he came.

Let’s Try Something Kitten

Thick spurts of Alpha c*m exploded into me like a goddamn fire hose. It was so much, So hot. So deep,

could feel it hitting my cervix. I could feel it leaking immediately, already struggling to be contained inside the

tight seal of my cunt.

I screamed.

I screamed like I was being reborn. And he didn’t stop.

He kept coming.

He kept filling.

His c*m pushed past the knot and down my thighs.

“You’re mine,” he growled into my neck. “And you are the mother of my pups. I can’t wait to have them in my

arms”

And I whispered back with my eyes rolling,

“Yes, Daddy. I’m yours. Always. f**k me again when it leaks out.”

And then he leaned in, voice low and dark and so calm it made my breath stutter.

“Let’s do b**m, kitten.”

Everything inside me paused. Even my p***y. Even my thoughts. Even the c*m still dripping from between my

legs.

“Huh?” I blinked up at him, blinking rapidly like my brain needed to reboot. “Wait, b**m? No. No, Damon. I’m scared. I’ve seen those videos. There were ropes. There were clamps. There were people hanging from ceilings and crying in leather and kneeling on tiles like they were auditioning to be furniture. I’m not ready to be a nightstand.”

He smirked. Of course he did. That terrifying Alpha smirk that meant he already knew I’d say yes.

“You’re no longer the innocent little girl that came here last summer,” he said, and I swear to God my p***y fluttered just hearing him say the word innocent like it was a memory I wasn’t allowed to have anymore.

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“You’re mine now. My Omega. My mate. My good little slut. You beg for my c**k. You scream when I knot you. You take every drop of c*m I give you like it’s your f*****g job. And now I’m going to teach you how to obey.”

I panicked.

Like, full–body Omega meltdown.

“Damon, wait–b**m sounds scary. I don’t even know what half of the letters stand for. I only know the D is for Dom, and I thought that was just a hot mafia name.

“And the S might mean spanking, which, okay fine, but I’ve seen people tied up and blindfolded and gagged with, like, ropes and leather and zippers in places zippers should not be.

“I don’t even know if I like that. What if you tie me up and then forget I’m there? What if I getchy and I can’t scratch it? What if I panic and start screaming and then the neighbor calls the cops and they find me with a spreader bar between my legs like I’m some kind of s*x scarecrow?”

He leaned closer, his voice dark and slow and so calm it made my n*****s hard.

“It’s not about pain, kitten,” he said, brushing his thumb across my lips. “It’s about control. It’s about trust it’s

Let’s Try Something Kitte

about giving me everything your moans, your whimpers, your tears, your cunt. It’s about surrendering. completely. Letting me tie you down. Gag you. Spank you until you sob and then kiss your tears until you moan. Blindfold you and make you guess which part of your body I’m about to ruin with my mouth”

I moaned. Audibly. And then I covered my face like a dramatic little w***e.

He pulled my hands away.

“Want me to clamp your n*****s until they ache?” he whispered. “Want me to chain your wrists above your head, leave you spread open, helpless, dripping, waiting? Want to feel me drag my tongue up your cunt and

make you beg for permission to come?”

My mouth dropped open and stayed there.

I blinked up at him, red–faced and soaking, my clit throbbing so hard I wanted to cry

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