Lahat ng Kabanata ng Breed Me. Daddy Alpha: Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 60

~Lyra~It was war. It was punishment. It was everything I had been dreaming about and humping my pillow over and crying into my sheets for the past six months. It was violent and wet and deep and angry and perfect. And I gave in to all of it. I moaned into his mouth…my lips open, my tongue desperate, my whole body trying to crawl inside him. My legs wrapped around his waist because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted him closer. Because I needed something to grind against or I was going to lose my mind. And when he pulled back just enough to speak..his lips were red and swollen and wet, and his eyes were dark like he didn’t see me as a girl anymore. He saw me as a fuck. As a heat. As something he was about to claim in the most disgusting, delicious, feral way. “You’re mine now.” “Do you understand me, Lyra?” His voice didn’t just vibrate in my ears. It went straight between my legs. Straight into my stomach. Straight into the part of me that was already c

~Lyra~I couldn’t believe I just fucking said that. Like it actually came out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so fucking good. He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared. His jaw clenched. His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap me in half. And that look in his eyes. God. Like I’d just opened some forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down. Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make me pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive way. His cock twitched inside me. I felt it. Every fucking inch of it. And something in me snapped. Something wild. Something dark. Something I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving. My hips shifted. Just a little. Just enough. The friction sent lightning through my spine. “Fuck,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second. “Fuck..oh my God, Damon…it’s…” “Move,” he growled. So

She screamed. Loud. Wrecked. Tears streamed down her face. Her legs shook. Her pussy clamped down so hard around me it nearly made me come on the spot. But I held it. Barely. I held her down. Kept thrusting through it. Made her ride the orgasm like a fucking wave. “Good girl,” I whispered. “You’re such a good little cockslut. Daddy’s perfect fucktoy. This is what you were made for, baby. This is why you came into my house. To be used. To be filled.” Her eyes rolled. “More—please—I want more—I can take it..” I lost it. I slammed in one last time. Buried myself to the base. And came. Fucking exploded inside her. Thick. Hot. Rope after rope. I didn’t stop. Kept grinding into her as my cum filled her. She sobbed. Not from pain. From how full she felt. How deep it was. How good it was. My seed dripped out as I pulled back. Leaked from her ruined little pussy in slow, creamy streams. Thick. Milky trails of cum spilling from h

And I lost it again. Because hearing that? Watching her reflection? Feeling her cunt clamp down? It shattered me. I came again. Harder. Hotter. Deeper. Thick, endless ropes of cum shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out. I buried it. Held her there. Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear: “You’ll never get away from me.” She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. Her mouth just opened in a silent moan. Her body shook. Her knees buckled. And I held her up. Because that’s what a good Daddy does. ~~ She was shaking. Fucking dripping. Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless I let her. My cum was leaking out of her pussy again. So much of it. Milky. Thick. Warm. Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her. And I just stood there, cock still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimula

“No,” I growled. “You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for me. When you looked up at me with cum on your chin and tears in your lashes and told me you were mine.” I gritted my teeth. Thrust deeper. Harder. “You don’t get to play innocent now,” I hissed. “Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more.” She sobbed beneath me. But not from pain. Her cunt was soaked. Overflowing. Milking me with every stroke like her body wanted the punishment. Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now. “You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?” I whispered. “You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your fucking father.” I bent over her back. Bit her shoulder. Dragged my teeth down her spine. “You think any boy your age can fuck you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your