Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 234

Chapter 234: Chapter 234

My hands running up to cup my tits and squeeze them right in his face. I rubbed my nipples, milk spilling onto his thighs, then leaned back and let my head drop, my belly curved, my body arched.

"Oh fuck... Daddy... look at ," I moaned. "Look how filthy your little Oga’s gotten. I’m giving you a lap dance with your cum still dripping out of . I’m swollen. I’m bred. And I’m still fucking horny."

I bit my lip again. Rolled my hips faster. Ground my pussy down until my clit rubbed the base of his cock just right.

"I practiced this, you know," I gasped, riding slow. "Late at night. When I couldn’t sleep. I used to ride my pillow just like this and imagine you were watching . Pretending I was your little toy."

His hands shot up.

Gripped my hips.

And his eyes—fuck—they were glowing.

"Keep going," Damon growled, his voice thick like molten heat, the kind that made my insides squeeze and my thighs shake harder than they already were.

His hands gripped my hips like he owned —like he was seconds from losing control—and the mont I felt that pressure tighten, my whole body fucking responded.

"Yes, Daddy," I moaned, licking my lips, already grinding on him without sha, without fear, without a single fuck left in the world.

I rolled my hips in slow, wide circles, my slick dragging along the full length of his cock, coating him with every drop that poured from my cunt. I could feel the tip catch against my clit. I could feel my folds swollen and puffy and begging to be split open again.

"Grind your ass on Daddy’s dick," he said, voice dark and low. "Grind it until I can’t see anything but how wet you are. Rub that little pussy all over it, kitten. I want to see how dirty you can be."

I moaned louder, my hands sliding up my belly, over my tits, squeezing hard enough to make milk spill between my fingers.

I arched my back and leaned into him, breasts pressed against his chest as my hips started to move faster. I wasn’t even sitting, I was hovering, grinding his cock with my whole cunt like I was fucking starving for it.

"You only want to sit on it, huh?" he hissed, watching

with those golden, glowing eyes, pupils blown wide. "You want to ride it, but I didn’t say you could only sit on it. I said grind. Fucking grind kitten!"

And so I did.

I stayed just above him, body trembling from how much I needed to be filled, and I started to grind harder—ssier—rubbing my pussy up and down his cock like I was trying to fuck myself open without letting him in.

The head bumped my clit again and again. My thighs started shaking. My moans got louder. I was soaking him. Fuck, I was soaking everything.

"Shake that ass," he growled, voice rising with need. "Twerk for . I want to see it bounce. Clap that shit on my lap, kitten. You’re my fucking show now."

I bit my lip and leaned forward, hands braced on his knees, and I started to bounce. Real bouncing.

My ass slapped down with every drop, every little twerk making his cock slide through my folds and sar with my slick. The sound of my ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the room, wet and sharp and obscene.

I looked back over my shoulder, ssy hair in my face, tits still leaking, body trembling, and moaned, "You like that, Daddy? You like how I twerk for you even after you fucked

raw? Look at my ass, it’s still bouncing. I’m still leaking. And I still fucking want more."

His hands clenched tighter.

His cock jerked so hard it nearly slid into

without warning.

"Fuck, Lyra," he growled. "You keep shaking that ass like that and I’m gonna grab you by your throat and fuck you standing until you scream so loud the whole fucking neighbors hears."

My pussy throbbed at his voice. I bit my lip and smiled so wide it hurt. I stayed right there on his lap, still grinding, still dragging my clit over his cock with every movent.

But this ti, I leaned close—nose to nose—and whispered into his mouth, "Who knew you were this fucking easy to ruin, Daddy?"

His eyes narrowed.

His breath caught.

He didn’t expect that. And I loved it.

"Who knew you were this fucking naughty?" he growled, but I cut him off with a little giggle and a wicked smile.

"Oh Damon," I moaned, dragging my fingers through the milk on my tits and rubbing it on his chest.

"You told

to give you everything, right? Every filthy thing I’ve ever thought about. Every nasty little move I practiced in secret. But the truth is... I haven’t even fucking started yet."

I rolled my hips again. Slow. Deep. My slick dragging over his cock until his whole lap was soaked and sticky and throbbing with tension.

"You’ve always been in charge," I whispered. "Every ti you pinned . Every ti you filled

up. Every ti you knotted

so deep I scread. But now?"

I paused. Bent close. Licked the corner of his mouth.

"Now I’m in charge. And you’re gonna do every single thing I say."

His breath hitched.

I grabbed his face with both hands while I stared him straight in the eye.

"Put your arms above your head, Daddy."

He didn’t move fast enough.

So I slapped his chest, hard, right over the heart.

"I said, arms up."

He obeyed.

Fucking slowly. Like it turned him on to submit. Like he was letting

think I was in control just to see what I’d do with it.

"Lean back."

He did.

"Spread your legs."