Breed Me. Daddy Alpha のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 241 - チャプター 250

~Damon~ Fucking hell. She’s so hot it hurts to look at her. Pregnant and hot Grinding that fat little ass like it was made to tease me into insanity. And it’s working. Every sway of her hips is like a goddamn drug. Every bounce of those leaking tits makes my cock twitch so hard it aches. She knows it too. That’s the worst part. My little kitten knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s fucking loving it. I didn’t know Lyra could be like this. I didn’t know she could turn into this wild, filthy, cocky little nymph who struts around with my knot still leaking out of her and tells me what to do like I’m hers. And I am. Fucking hell, I am. Oh, how much she’s grown. How much I’ve changed her. How much I’ve broken and rebuilt her into this perfect fucking Omega slut who’s not just mine—she’s proud to be mine. She doesn’t even flinch anymore when I growl. She moans. She smiles. She bends over and makes it clap. My little kitten is all gr

~Lyra~ Okay first of all… y’all probably wanna know why the hell I left this sexy, panting, cock-drenched Alpha tied up to a chair and went to go get oil like I’m about to fry plantain or something. Right? You’re like..girl what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you not pregnant? Is your pussy not already sore? Are your tits not leaking enough milk to feed a whole orphanage? Shouldn’t you be laying down with an ice pack instead of grabbing oil like it’s about to be round ten in a porn shoot?? Because I had a plan. And that plan was: make my Alpha Daddy lose his mind. Not just a little. Not just get him horny and make him cum once like some regular bitch. No. I was going to ruin him. I was going to break every last thread of his self-control until he was twitching, leaking, knotting me again without even realizing he did it, and begging to cum in his own Omega’s name like he was praying. So yes. I brought oil. And I brought attitude with it. I walked back into that

~Lyra~ “Fuck..Daddy’s gonna cum now. Fuck. Daddy’s gonna cum. I wanna cum on your pretty face, kitten. I want you on your knees when I cum. Fuck..I’m cumming. On your knees now.” The moment he said it, my whole body reacted before my brain could catch up. I slid off his lap so fast it was like my soul had been yanked downward. My thighs were trembling. My pussy was still gaping and soaked from how hard I’d been riding him, and yet I dropped to my knees between his wide-spread legs like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment. I looked up at him with my mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide. I didn’t care that I looked ruined. I didn’t care that my face was flushed, my skin was shiny with oil, and my thighs were soaked from slick and sweat. I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be his dirty little girl with Daddy’s cum painting my entire fucking face. And the second his fist gripped his cock, I knew I was about to get it. He didn’t stroke it more than once.

~Lyra~ Okay. So. Let me just start by saying last night was… yeah. The filthiest, wettest, hottest, most soul-shaking night of my entire life. I am not exaggerating. I am not being dramatic. I am being so fucking serious. But listen..if you think it ended after he came all over my face, tits, and belly, you are deeply mistaken. Damon doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t just cum on you, say “good girl,” and roll over like some basic ass man. No. He cleans you. He worships you. He claims you all over again while wiping you down like you’re his most prized possession. And that’s exactly what happened. Right after the last drop of his cum landed on my lips and slid down to my chin, he looked at me like I was his. Not just his slut. Not just his Omega. Not just his cum-drenched kitten. But his whole fucking world. Then he pulled me up from the floor, slow and careful like I was delicate even though he’d just spent an hour ruining me. He carried me to the bedcarried me, belly and a

~Lyra~ “Why are you so mean to me?” I sobbed, my voice cracking like a freaking earthquake was about to erupt from my throat. I smacked his bare chest with my open palm..more than once. Not enough to hurt him, because obviously that man is built like a statue carved by horny gods—but enough to let him know I was deeply offended, betrayed, and emotionally spiraling into an Alpha-induced meltdown. “You don’t even care about me! You just care about your stupid legacy and your stupid Alpha pride and your stupid pup inside me that won’t even let me eat spicy food without vomiting or leaking milk through my shirt or falling asleep in the middle of cartoons!” I was wailing now. Wailing. My face was blotchy. My lips were trembling. And I was pretty sure my brain had melted into a hormonal soup of sobs and overthinking. But I didn’t care. I was on a roll. I had things to say and I was going to say them with tears and spit and a dramatic arm wave. “You don’t even understand what it