Fucked to stupor!

~Iris

He kept going, slowly, deeper, punishing thrusts into my throat until black spots danced at the edges of my vision.

I couldn’t breathe. My lungs burned, saliva dripped down my chin in thick strings, my eyes streaming tears.

He watched every second of it, jaw clenched, growling low in his chest like he was claiming something that had always been his.

Finally, he pulled out with a wet pop. I gasped, coughing, gulping air only for him to grab the thin silver cross chain around my neck.

He wrapped it once around his fist and yanked me up hard.

I stumbled to my feet, gasping, legs shaking.

He spun me around fast, pressing my boobs to the cold tiles plastered on the wall.

My breasts flattened against the surface, nipples aching from the friction. Before I could position myself comfortably, his palm cracked across my ass, hard, stinging, the sound echoing in the quiet kitchen.

I moaned loud, broken, shamelessly.

He spanked me again, harder, then leaned over me, his chest to my back, breath hot against my ear.

“How old are you?” he growled.

“I just… just turned twenty one,” I panted, voice wrecked.

He smiled against my neck, slowly, wicked, devilish.

“Then call me Daddy.”

The word sent a jolt straight to my core. I didn’t even have time to process it before he kicked my legs wider, lined himself up, and thrust.

Not into my pussy.

Into my ass.

I screamed sharp, raw, pain and pleasure colliding so violently my vision whited out for a second.

No one had ever taken me there right between my ass. I’d never even thought about it. But he didn’t pause, he didn’t ease in.

He just sank deeper, stretching me impossibly, filling me until I felt like I might split apart.

I clawed at the tiles, gasping, tears falling again as I felt both the pain and the pleasure. But he didn’t stop. He kept thrusting hard, relentlessly, like he didn’t care that my ass was so tight, that I shouldn’t be able to take him.

And yet… I did. And I craved for more. I haven't taken all his cock into my ass, I'm sure I would pass out if he tried going fully inside me.

Every brutal stroke pushed me further onto the counter, my breasts dragging across the cold surface, my moans going out loud that I didn't even think Alice could hear me.

He gripped my hips so hard I knew there’d be bruises tomorrow, fucking me like he was trying to brand himself inside me forever.

“Take it, baby girl,” he rasped, voice rough with lust. “Take every fucking inch for Daddy.”

I did, not all actually but most of it.

And I came harder than I ever had, shaking, screaming his name, my body clenching around him as he roared and flooded me deep.

He lifted me like I weighed nothing, arms thick as tree trunks scooping under my thighs and back and set me on the edge of the counter where utensils were.

My legs dangled, bare and trembling, ass still stinging from his earlier spanks. I sat there, dazed, chest heaving, not sure what he was going to do next.

Then he dropped to his knees.

The Alpha. On his knees. For me.

My breath caught. I stared down at his broad shoulders filling the space between my thighs, tattoos shifting with every breath, that massive tiger on his back flexing as he leaned in.

“You’re beautiful,” he rasped, voice low and reverent. “You're so fucking endowed. I could tear you apart and still not get enough. I want to live inside that sweet little tight hole forever.” His golden eyes lifted to mine, burning. “Who are you? How the hell are you my mate?”

The word mate hit me like a shockwave. I didn’t know whether to cry or blush or scream. My heart hammered so hard I could feel it between my legs.

“I wouldn’t have claimed you,” he continued, voice rough with conflict. “I wouldn’t have marked you. I can smell it, you’re just an omega. I shouldn’t have accepted you as mine… but I did.”

I couldn’t hide the rush of heat that flooded me at those words.

My neck throbbed where he’d bitten me, the mark still fresh and tingling.

This body, these curves that had driven men and women wild, that had Eunice nearly feral with lust, had just brought the Alpha of this pack to his knees.

“I just want…” He paused, jaw tight, eyes locked on mine. “Even if I can’t make you my Luna, I want you beside me forever. I want to fuck you till you're crippled and you still want me to continue.”

Before I could speak, he buried his face between my thighs.

His tongue found my clit instantly, hot, wet, relentless. He licked in slow, broad strokes, then sucked hard, lips sealing around the swollen bud.

I gasped, hands flying to his hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as he devoured me.

He bit down gently, just enough to make me arch, then soothed it with a long, slow lick that had me trembling.

His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me wider, holding me open for him like he was starving.

He ate me like a man who’d never tasted anything sweeter, tongue flicking, circling, dipping inside me, then returning to suck my clit until stars burst behind my eyes.

I moaned his name, then louder, “Daddy,” the word slipping out like a prayer.

Alice’s mouth had been heaven. She’d made me come so many times I’d lost count. But this… this was something else.

Her father was on his knees, tongue working me into a frenzy, doubling every pleasure she’d ever given me.

He growled against me, the vibration sending shockwaves through my core, and I shattered, screaming, thighs shaking, coming so hard I thought I might black out.

He didn’t stop. He licked me through every pulse, every tremor, until I was panting, completely his.

I came hard, harder than I ever had, shaking, crying out, flooding his mouth with everything I had.

He drank me down, sucking greedily, tongue lapping up every drop like it was the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted.

His growl rumbled against my clit, drawing out every last pulse until I was boneless, trembling, barely able to hold myself up.

Slowly, he rose, kissing a slow wet trail up my body, over the soft mound of my pussy, across my quivering stomach, lingering at my ribs, then up to the fresh bite on my neck.

He pressed his lips there gently, tasting the coppery tang of his own mark. Finally, he reached my mouth.

He kissed me deeply, possessively, tongue sliding against mine, letting me taste myself mixed with him.

The kiss turned rougher, teeth clashing until I tasted blood, mine or his, I couldn’t tell.

My lips swelled under the pressure, but I kissed him back just as desperately, hands clutching at his shoulders.

Then, without a word, he pulled away.

He stepped back, eyes dark and unreadable, and walked out of the kitchen. Just like that. No goodbye, no explanation of what just happened.

His broad back disappeared into the shadows, leaving me alone on the counter, legs still shaking, heart pounding.

I sat there for a long minute, dazed, trying to catch my breath. My body felt wrecked, beautifully wrecked but I knew I couldn’t stay here. Alice was upstairs.

Somehow, I slid off the counter. My legs were jelly. I half walked, half crawled up the stairs, gripping the banister like it was the only thing keeping me upright.

Every step sent fresh sparks through my over sensitive body, but I made it.

Alice was still snoring softly when I slipped into the room. I didn’t turn on the light.

I staggered to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and stood under the hot spray until the evidence of what I just did with Alpha Duncan washed away.

I scrubbed between my legs, careful, thorough, making sure there’d be no trace for her to smell tomorrow.

Then I collapsed into bed, exhausted, marked, claimed, and completely undone.

Sleep took me fast.

And for the first time in my life, I dreamed of a man.