Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 241

Chapter 241: Chapter 241

Lyra

Okay. So. Let

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 ca 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 so 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

like I was his. Not just his slut. Not just his Oga. Not just his cum-drenched kitten. But his whole fucking world.

Then he pulled

up from the floor, slow and careful like I was delicate even though he’d just spent an hour ruining . He carried

to the bedcarried , belly and all and laid

down like I was made of glass and sex.

Then ca the towel.

I don’t know where he got it from. I didn’t care. My brain was mush. My body was still buzzing. I just laid there in the ss he made, grinning like the slut I am while he started at my face.

He wiped my cheeks, my mouth, my jaw, my chin. I was soaked in him and he wiped

clean like he was polishing sothing sacred.

Then he kissed my forehead, licked the last drop off my nose, and said—I swear to God—he said, "Can’t waste what’s mine."

I moaned. Right there. Just from that.

Then he moved down to my chest.

He didn’t just wipe. He cupped. He massaged. He thumbed over my hard nipples, spreading his cum and my milk together like he was painting sothing on my skin. I was whimpering.

I was sensitive. I told him to be careful. I told him I was still twitching. And he looked

dead in the eyes and said, "That’s what I like, kitten."

And I swear to the fucking Moon, I nearly ca again.

Then he went lower.

He kissed my belly. Told

how beautiful I looked. Told

I looked even sexier leaking from the inside and the outside. I was shaking. I was soaked. I was limp with overstimulation and he hadn’t even touched my pussy again yet.

But he did. Of course he did. Because Damon can’t not taste his ss. He spread my legs. He dropped to his knees again.

And he licked

clean. Like he was tasting honey and filth and power all in one. His tongue dragged through my folds. He sucked gently on my clit. He whispered, "You’re still so sweet, kitten," and my eyes rolled back.

I didn’t even know where I was anymore.

When he finally finished, I was trembling from head to toe. And honestly it was the best feeling I’d ever known.

He pulled

into his arms. He tucked

under the covers. He kissed my neck. And then he whispered it.

"Rest now, baby girl."

That’s the last thing I rember before I completely passed out in his arms, fully fucked, fully ruined, and fully in love with a man who should be illegal.

Now fast forward to this morning. Sunlight is pouring into the house like it owns the damn place. My hair is a ss. And Damon? He’s standing by the window shirtless, holding his phone, casually sipping espresso like he didn’t turn

into his own personal cum dump last night.

Like he didn’t knock

the fuck up with the strength of ten Alpha wolves and then whisper bedti lullabies into my ear while my body convulsed from overstimulation.

And I swear I was trying to be normal. I was. I sat up, wiped my eyes, looked around for my phone, and said the most innocent thing ever:

"Can I go to school today?"

Y’all. Y’all.

This man turned around so slowly it felt like a horror movie. His eyes were blazing. His jaw clenched. His voice dropped an octave so deep I felt it in my pelvic bone.

"No, kitten."

I blinked. "What?"

"You’re not going to school."

I laughed. Like actually laughed. Because I thought he was joking. "Damon, I’m pregnant. Not dead. I have exams coming up."

He set his espresso down. Walked toward

like a panther. All calm and deadly. "You are carrying my pups," he said. "You will be hoschooled from now on. And since you’re in your last year of high school, it only makes it easier."

I looked at him like he had grown two heads. "You’re insane."

"And you’re glowing."

"Stop trying to be charming."

"I’m not. You’re literally glowing. You have my scent all over you. You think I’m going to let you waltz into a school full of teenage boys while you’re with my pups inside you? Funny kitten. Very funny"