Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 330

Chapter 330: Chapter 330

And oh Goddess, I did. I moaned so loud my throat hurt, my body trembling, my hips grinding down because once he was inside

there was no going back. I was gone. Ruined. His.

"That’s it," he groaned, his head tipping back, his voice breaking with it, and that sound—hearing Damon Thornvale actually moan—nearly killed . It was filthy, raw, animal, and mine.

I started moving, slow at first, my body fighting , still weak, still sore, but Goddess help , the pleasure drowned everything else. My breasts bounced, my thighs ached, and still I rode him, moaning, crying, my words tumbling out in a rush I couldn’t stop.

"I hate you, Damon, I hate how good it feels, I hate that I missed you this much, I hate that I can’t stop, I hate that I want more even when you’re splitting

open like this, I hate—"

His hand snapped to my throat, squeezing just enough to make

gasp. "Shut up and ride, kitten."

And I did.

I threw my head back, my hair sticking to my damp skin, my body bouncing, sliding, taking him deeper, harder, fuller. Damon watched

with those hungry eyes like he was devouring

alive.

Every thrust made

cry louder. Every grind made him groan darker. My world shrank to the feel of him, the sound of him, the way he owned

completely.

"Oh fuck, Damon," I scread, my voice breaking as my body clenched hard around him. "I’m—oh Goddess—I’m gonna.."

"Fuck, kitten," he groaned. "That’s it. Ride daddy’s cock. I can feel you choking , squeezing

like you never want to let

go. You’re dripping all over . So fucking wet. So fucking needy. You’re gonna make

lose it."

My breath hitched, my body already trembling with release.

"You love it, don’t you?" he rasped, thrusting up into

so hard the headboard slamd against the wall. "Love being split on . Love being full of . My perfect little slut of a Luna. My wife. My kitten. Say it. Say you love riding my cock."

"Oh Goddess," I cried, tears leaking, my head falling back because it was too much, too filthy, too everything.

"Say it," he snarled again, his voice breaking with another moan, the sound so shaless it made

gush harder. "Tell

you love it. Tell

you love this cock ruining you."

And my mouth—oh Goddess, my stupid mouth—betrayed

again. "I love it! I love it, Damon, I love riding you, I love how it feels, I love how you split

open, I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop, I—"

"Good girl. Fuck, you’re gonna cum, aren’t you? You’re gonna cum all over

like the desperate little slut you are. Do it, kitten. Cum on daddy’s cock. Now."

Yes," I sobbed, my forehead crashing to his, my tears wetting his cheek. "Cum with , Damon. Please, cum with . Fill . I want it. I need it."

His grip, crushed my hips as he thrust up one last ti, deep, deeper, until I thought I’d split apart. And then it hit.

I shattered again, harder, rawer, my nails dig into his shoulders as I scread his na. My body locked around him, convulsing, pulsing, dragging him with .

"Fuck, Lyra!" he roared, his husky voice breaking into a moan so filthy it burned into my soul. His cock jerked inside , hot release flooding deep, filling

until I sobbed from the fullness. His whole body shook under , every muscle taut, his tattoos flexing as he buried himself to the hilt.

We ca together as our bodies clashing until nothing else existed.

When it finally broke, I collapsed against him, trembling, panting, my nails still pressed into his ruined skin. He held

there, chest heaving, lips brushing my ear as he whispered hoarse, sinful words.

"My wife. My Luna. My filthy little kitten. You’ll never get enough of ."

"Well folks," I muttered to the ceiling like it was so invisible audience watching my trainwreck of a life, "I got the man, I got the dick. Hehehe. I got the babies."

I laughed, breathless, delirious, my body still shaking from everything. "It was never a sumr I imagined, but here we are."

Damon groaned, scooping

up off the bed like I weighed nothing, tattoos flexing under his skin as he stalked toward the nursery with

still clinging to him. "Kitten," he warned in that husky growl, "Who the hell are you talking to"

"My audience," I said sweetly, smirking at him like I hadn’t just confessed to the heavens.

He blinked once. Looked up at the ceiling. Then back at . "Huh?"

I smiled softly at him."I love you, Damon Thornvale. Till infinity."

"I love you Kitten. Till the day I die"

And I smiled, tired and ruined and happy.

Because he was mine. And I was his. Forever.

Then, because I’m , because I can’t help it, I grinned at the invisible air and said, "And I hope you reading this, your next sumr turns out to be like mine. Maybe even better. But don’t fall in love with your best friend dad if you are under 18. lol. You can maybe fall for her brother though... just kidding. Or am I? " wink.

Curtain closed.