Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 28

Heat Of The Moment

~Lyra~

I couldn’t even talk straight.

I was too turned on.

Too out of my mind.

My legs were shaking. My n*****s were throbbing. My cunt was clenching around nothing like it wanted to be filled by anything. His fingers. His c**k. His f*****g voice.

He didn’t say a word.

He just stared at me. Like I was insane. Like I was stupid. Like I was the dumbest, horniest little girl in the woods for teasing a man like him.

And then he touched me again.

Not my breast this time.

So much lower.

His hand slid between us, slow like sin, and his knuckles brushed the hem of my soaked dress before he slipped under it like it was nothing. Like he owned the right.

My breath hitched.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t f*****g move.

His fingers were right there. Right over my thong. That stupid wet piece of string clinging to my p***y like it was the only barrier between me and being ruined forever.

He touched it.

Just one finger.

Not even inside.

Just a single teasing stroke over the center.

I gasped.

My knees gave out again and I clutched his shirt like I was going to f*****g die if he didn’t finish it.

But he didn’t.

He pulled his hand back.

And sniffed his fingers.

Sniffed them.

Like he was testing how wet I really was.

His eyes darkened even more.

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“Dripping” he murmured. “Just from a little tease. You’re dripping like a b***h in heat”

My whole face flushed. Shame and lust hit me at once.

“I can smell you” he said, voice low. “You know that? I could smell that pretty little cunt from the second you

said Daddy”

I whimpered. I didn’t know what to do. Where to put my hands. My whole body was a mess. My breasts were heaving. My thighs were trembling.

He pushed the strap of my dress down. Then the other.

My chest spilled out.

I didn’t even try to stop him.

My n*****s were hard. Tight. Pink and needy and begging for attention.

He took one in his mouth.

I screamed.

It was so sudden. So hot.

His teeth grazed my n****e before his tongue flicked it. Then he bit. Not gentle. Not soft. Enough to make my p***y contract hard.

He sucked.

His mouth was wet and rough and so f*****g good.

He didn’t stop.

He switched to the other. Bit it. Rolled it with his tongue. Flicked it. Pulled it with his lips until I was moaning and gasping and holding onto his head like I’d fall apart if he stopped.

“Such sensitive t**s” he muttered. “You moan like a slut every time I touch them”

He pinched one. Hard.

I cried out.

My cunt clenched.

I could feel my panties sticking even more now. Probably transparent. Probably soaked through.

“You like this” he growled. “You like my mouth on your t**s. You want my c**k in your mouth next”

“Please” I begged. “I don’t care. I’ll do anything. Just touch me again. Please Damon. Please. I’m dying. I swear I can’t take this anymore”

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna beg louder than that when I’m inside you”

I whined.

Actually whined like a toy that was being turned too tight.

He sucked my n****e again. Deeper. Slower.

Then he pulled the thong aside. Not down. Just to the side.

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His fingers touched bare skin.

He groaned.

“You’re soaked”

I nodded frantically.

“Yes. I told you. I told you I was wet. I told you I was dripping. I need you. I need your fingers. Your c**k. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees. Just do something. Please Damon. I’m not playing anymore. Please. I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want. I’ll call you Daddy. I’ll be your slut. Just make it stop. Make it

better. Please”

He slid one finger over my bare slit.

Then another.

Then he stopped.

Pulled back again.

No.

No.

“No” I gasped. “Why–why are you stopping. Damon please. Please don’t do this. Don’t tease me like this I’m begging you. You’re f*****g killing me”

“Good” he said coldly. “Because I’m not done making you suffer yet”

He pulled my dress back up. Covered my t**s. Tucked the strap back on my shoulder like nothing had happened.

I stood there.

Destroyed.

My n*****s were raw. My cunt was slick and swollen and ruined. My whole body was on fire and he was just standing there with a f*****g smirk.

“You’re not coming tonight until I say so” he whispered in my ear. “And when you do… you’re going to cry”

I moaned.

Shameless.

f*****g loud.

I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care.

He turned and walked away again.

“Get in the car” he said.

“What the f**k!”

“Don’t you f*****g do this to me Damon”

I stumbled after him. My thighs were stuck together. My whole cunt was throbbing. My dress was clinging to

my body like a second skin. My n*****s were still wet from his f*****g mouth and every step I took felt like

torture.

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“Damon” I called out, my voice cracking like my restraint. “Damon what the f**k”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even look at me.

He reached the car first. Yanked the passenger door open. Slammed it shut with so much force it made the

entire vehicle rock.

“Damon please. Please” I kept going, breathless.

He rounded the front of the car, jaw clenched, teeth grinding like he was seconds from snapping.

And he did.

He opened his door, slammed it shut behind him and gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from turning and destroying me on the spot.

I reached for him. My hand barely touched his shoulder when he growled. Low. Dangerous.

“If you can’t shut up and wait, kitten” he bit out “I will f**k you here”

My heart stopped.

Oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

“Then do it” I cried. “f**k me here Damon. f**k me in this car. f**k me now. I don’t care. I’ll ride your c**k right here in the middle of the f*****g road. Just please. Please can’t you smell me. I’m in heat. I’m f*****g in heat. I need you. I need your c**k. I need to be filled. I’m soaked. I’m dripping. I’m so f*****g wet it hurts”

“I know” he snapped. His hand hit the dashboard. “I f*****g know. I’m an Alpha. I can smell your cunt from ten feet away”

I whimpered.

Louder than before.

I could see the way his hands were clenched. How hard he was breathing. How tight his pants were pulled

over his c**k.

He was hard.

So f*****g hard.

He was throbbing.

And I could feel my cunt clench just from looking at him like that.

The air inside the car was thick with the scent of my heat. I could smell myself. I could taste it in the back of my throat.

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And he was gritting his teeth like he wanted to f**k me so bad he could already feel himself splitting me in

half.

“Then take it” I whispered. “Please take it. Please take me. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop. I don’t care if you bend me over the dashboard and f**k me until I scream. I don’t care if you make me ride your c**k in front of everyone. Just please. Please Alpha. I need you. I f*****g need you”

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He turned to me.

His eyes were glowing.

His nostrils flared.

And I saw it.

That moment he broke.

That moment he decided he was going to ruin me.

Right here.

Right now.

His head snapped toward me.

Before I could even breathe he grabbed my chin as he stared at me and then he f*****g kissed me.

Oh f**k.

Oh f**k.

I wasn’t ready.

wasn’t f*****g ready.

His mouth crashed against mine like he’d waited his whole goddamn life for it. Like he hated himself for wanting me but hated not having me even more.

And I melted.

I f*****g melted.

My whole body screamed.

I moaned into his mouth. So loud. So needy. I didn’t care.

I kissed him back.

Harder.

Hungrier.

More desperate than I’d ever been in my f*****g life.

Oh my God I’m kissing him.

I’m kissing him.

I’m kissing Damon.

I’m kissing my best friend’s dad.

Holy s**t.

Holy f*****g s**t.

I’m kissing the man I touch myself to every night.

The man I’ve imagined bending me over every surface in his house.

The man who’s twice my age and ten times more dangerous.

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And it feels so f*****g good.

So wrong. So filthy. So f*****g perfect.

My body was on fire. My cunt was leaking. My t**s were aching. My panties were already ruined and I didn’t give a single f**k.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I opened my mouth wider, let him in, let him take what he wanted. Our tongues collided. His taste hit my

throat. Warm. Bitter. Masculine.

I slid my hands down his chest. I needed to feel him. I needed skin.

I shoved my fingers under his shirt.

f**k.

His abs.

His skin was hot. His muscles were tight. Every line was carved like stone.

I moaned into his mouth.

Actually moaned.

Loud.

The sound echoed around the car and made my p***y clench like a goddamn fist.