Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 34

Cm For Daddy

48 Point S

C*m For Daddys

~Damon~

“I said get on your f*****g knees.”

She gasped.

Froze like her whole nervous system had short–circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order.

She dropped.

Hard.

Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees.

The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my c*m so deep into her she

couldn’t walk straight for an hour.

She didn’t even look up yet.

She just knelt there.

Trembling. Head bowed. Hands limp beside her soaked thighs. Her chest heaved like she’d run a f*****g

marathon.

Her hair was a wild, sweaty mess..knotted with dried spit and my c*m. Her lips were parted like she could

still taste herself from when I made her ride my c**k until she broke in my lap.

And fuck..she was twitching already.

Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled. Her n*****s were hard as bullets through the thin tank top she hadn’t

even bothered to pull back down.

“Look at me.”

Her head tilted up.

Slow.

Eyes glazed. Cheeks flushed. Lips glistening. She looked wrecked. Like her p***y was still quivering. Like her

brain had melted somewhere between her last orgasm and the moment I grabbed her hair and told her to

kneel.

She was gone.

Ruined.

Mine.

“You want Daddy’s c**k again, baby?” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her tangled hair. “You want to taste what

made you scream so loud the neighbors turned their lights on?”

She nodded.

Quick and f*****g Desperate. Her whole body f*****g vibrated like she couldn’t bear one more second without

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But I don’t accept nods.

I slapped her.

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Open palm. Sharp and hot against her cheek..just enough to make her gasp and twitch, just enough to make

her eyes go wide with the kind of hunger that only pain unlocked.

Then I grabbed her jaw. Squeezed until her mouth opened.

“Use your voice.”

“Y–yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please… I need it. I need to suck your c**k. I need it in my throat.”

I smiled.

That slow, filthy kind of smile that says you’re not ready, baby, but I’m gonna give it to you anyway.

“Then open f*****g wide.”

I didn’t just give it to her. I fed it to her.

Slapped my c**k against her face..once, twice…watching her flinch, then moan. It was still coated in her slick,

still thick and angry from how hard she’d made me c*m earlier. I smeared the swollen head across her cheek.

Her nose. Her lips. Down her chin.

Then I pushed.

Her lips stretched wide as the tip popped in.

Her tongue came out instinctively, licking the underside like her mouth had memorized my shape. She

moaned as I sank deeper.

Inch.

By inch.

Her throat flexed. Her lips tightened. She f*****g sucked like she’d been training her whole life to do just this.

“f**k,” I growled, both hands gripping her hair now, holding her still as I rocked my hips forward. “You’ve got a

mouth made for sin, baby. I could f**k this hole forever.”

She whimpered around me.

Then sucked harder.

Took more.

Until I hit the back of her throat.

She gagged.

And I didn’t stop.

I held her there. Buried deep. Felt her throat convulse as she tried to breathe around me. Watched her drool

spill down her chin. Watched her eyes water and flutter as her fingers curled into my thighs.

Then I pulled out.

Slow. Wet. Her lips clung to me. Her tongue chased the shaft like she couldn’t stand for it to leave.

She coughed. Choked.

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And still f*****g moaned.

I snapped.

Grabbed her skull with both hands. Slammed back in.

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“Take it,” I snarled, thrusting hard enough to shove her back an inch on the floor. “Take all of it. You were made for this. Not school. Not fairytales. Not sweet little dates with soft boys who don’t know how to fuck.”

I rammed deep.

“You were made for my cock.”

Again.

“This ruin.”

Again.

“This f*****g stretch.”

Her nose smashed against my abdomen every time I bottomed out. Her throat bulged with the size of me. Her t**s jiggled as her whole body rocked from the force. And her hands?

Those dirty little hands were between her thighs, rubbing her clit in circles as she sucked my c**k like a

f*****g starved w***e.

“You’re not my equal,” I groaned, eyes burning as I slammed in to the hilt. “You’re my fuckhole. My c*m dumpster. My tight little throat to use and break and fill.”

She moaned.

Around me.

f*****g choked on it and moaned like she was begging for more.

I lost it.

Groaned deep. My hips bucked forward and held. Balls tight. c**k twitching as I shoved her face down on it and came like a f*****g animal.

“Take it–f**k–take every drop..”

I didn’t let her move.

Just gripped her skull, and fed her my c*m.

Hot. Thick. Endless.

Shot after shot.

Straight down her throat until she was shaking.

She tried to pull back.

I growled.

“Swallow it, baby. Every f*****g drop. Not a speck hits the floor. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?”

She whined. Nodded. Tears streaking her cheeks as her throat moved around me.

She swallowed.

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Once.

Twice.

Again.

Sucked the last of it out like I was her favorite flavor and she’d just gotten her first taste in years.

When I finally pulled out..slow and twitching, c**k wet and red and glistening..she opened her mouth.

Tongue out.

Clean.

Empty.

f*****g beautiful.

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“Good f*****g girl,” I rasped, grabbing her face with one hand and dragging my thumb over her soaked lips.

Look at this mess. Look what you f*****g did to yourself.”

I crouched low, face inches from hers.

“Never,” I breathed, voice rough with sin, “have I ever thought I’d f**k a girl my daughter’s age…” I laughed

under my breath, dark and bitter and already so f*****g hard again. “…but f**k, Lyra.”

I gripped her hair tighter, jerked her head back, made her feel it. “You don’t even know what the f**k you’ve done to me.”

My c**k was still twitching.

Still leaking.

Still pressing against her flushed, tear–streaked cheek like it hadn’t just unloaded a week’s worth of c*m

down her throat.

“You think I give a s**t about morals?” I hissed. “You think I care how wrong this is? You think I’d stop even if your best friend walked in right now?”

I shoved two fingers into her mouth. Hard. Fast. Down her throat.

She gagged.

Didn’t pull away.

Didn’t even blink.

She f*****g moaned around them.

I snarled.

“That’s what I thought.”

I yanked her up by the throat. She stumbled, eyes wide, thighs quivering, mouth still open as if she didn’t know if I was going to spit in it of f**k it again.

I pinned her to the wall, c**k grinding against her stomach through my pants, leaving a wet, sticky trail where my tip smeared precum across her skin.

“Look what you do to me, baby,” I growled, cupping her jaw with one hand while my other gripped her ass. Look what this tight little body f*****g does to a man like me”

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i bent low, nuzzled her throat, licked up the salt and sweat and desperation.

“You think I’m proud of this?” I asked, biting her ear. “You think I’m proud that I want to ruin every inch of you? That I think about you when I’m in meetings? That I’ve come in my ******g fist thinking about your ** bouncing while you ride that pink little bicycle down my street?”

She gasped.

Shook

*****g whimpered.

I pressed my lips to her ear.

“You were made to be broken by me.”

I said it right against her throat, licking the sweat as she trembled in my grip. She shuddered like her whole soul heard it. Like something inside her snapped. Gave in. Let go.

And f**k, I wasn’t done.