All Chapters of Ruined By My Best friend's Alpha Daddy : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The morning sun broke through the lingering clouds, turning the infinity pool into a glittering sheet of liquid sapphire that blended seamlessly with the stormy Puget Sound beyond the cliffs. Damien dragged me outside completely naked, my body still sticky and leaking from the endless night of degradation. Cum dried in crusty trails down my inner thighs, my asshole throbbed with every step, and my cunt felt puffy and used—exactly how he wanted me. “On your back,” he commanded, voice dark and thick with fresh lust. He shoved me onto one of the wide, cushioned lounge chairs beside the pool, the cool fabric sticking to my sweat-slick skin. The estate’s private grounds felt exposed despite the high walls and security cameras—any drone, any passing boat on the sound, or worse, Marcus doing his sweep, could see us. Damien stood over me like a god of ruin, his massive cock already rock-hard again, veins bulging, the head angry and leaking pre-cum. Silver threaded through his black hair

Sophia’s text burned on the screen like a countdown to hell: I’m booking an earlier flight home. Something feels wrong. I’ll be there in three days. Damien read it while his cum still dripped from my freshly-bred cunt onto the marble floor of the master bathroom. He laughed—a low, dark, vicious sound that sent chills racing down my spine even as fresh heat pooled between my legs. “Three days,” he repeated, tossing my phone onto the counter. His big hand slid down to cup my cum-swollen belly possessively. “Plenty of time to make sure you’re carrying my child before my daughter walks through that door and sees what a ruined breeding whore her best friend has become.” He didn’t give me time to shower. Instead, he bent me over the marble vanity, kicked my legs apart, and shoved his still-hard cock back into my sloppy, overflowing cunt in one brutal thrust. The wet squelch echoed off the tiles as he started pounding me mercilessly, hips slapping against my ass. “Every hour,” he g

The study door clicked shut behind us with a soft, final sound that felt like a death sentence. Sophia settled onto the leather wingback chair across from the massive mahogany desk, crossing her legs casually, completely oblivious. She looked fresh from her flight—blonde hair tied back, light sweater and jeans, the trusting smile I had known since we were eight still lighting up her face. “I can’t believe how much I missed this place,” she said, sighing happily. “And you two. Seriously, Ava, you look like you haven’t slept in days. Dad, have you been working her too hard?” Damien leaned against the edge of his desk, the picture of relaxed power in his crisp shirt, silver threading his dark hair. His dark bourbon eyes flicked to me with dark amusement. “She’s been very helpful,” he replied smoothly. “Haven’t you, Ava?” I sat on the wide leather couch along the wall, knees pressed tightly together under my innocent white sundress. No panties. Cum from the frantic foyer fuck

The hallway felt too narrow, the marble walls closing in like a trap. Sophia stood inches from me, her hands gripping mine, eyes wide with genuine worry. “Ava, talk to me. You’re not yourself. And Dad… he’s acting strange around you too. Did something happen while I was gone? You can tell me anything.” Damien’s tall frame loomed behind me, his large hand resting possessively on my lower back—fingers pressing right over the soaked spot on my sundress where his cum had leaked through. The warm, sticky evidence of his repeated breedings still trickled slowly down my inner thighs, threatening to drip onto the floor between us. His breath ghosted against my ear as he leaned in, voice a velvet whisper only I could hear: “Tell her the truth, little breeding whore… or I’ll bend you over this hallway table right now, flip up your dress, and let her watch daddy stuff another load into your swollen cunt while she stands there.” My stomach twisted with sick shame and dark arousal. My puss

The guest room door handle rattled again, softer this time, but insistent. “Ava?” Sophia’s voice was sleepy but worried, right on the other side of the wood. “I heard weird noises… like the bed moving or something. Are you okay? Can I come in for a second?” Damien’s massive body was pressed against my back, his thick cock already rock-hard again and nestled between my cum-slick thighs. My holes were wrecked and leaking—thick rivers of his seed still dripping from my stretched cunt and sore asshole onto the sheets. My belly felt bloated and heavy from days of nonstop breeding. Bruises and bite marks covered my tits and inner thighs, visible even in the dim moonlight streaming through the balcony doors. He clamped one big hand over my mouth, the other reaching down to guide his cock back to my sloppy entrance. With a slow, deliberate thrust, he pushed back into my cum-filled pussy, burying himself to the hilt while his daughter stood just outside. “Answer her,” he breathed aga