Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 47

Chapter 47: Chapter 47.

~Lyra~

I couldn’t even talk straight.

I was too turned on.

Too out of my mind.

My legs were shaking. My nipples were throbbing. My cunt was clenching around nothing like it wanted to be filled by anything. His fingers. His cock. His fucking voice.

He didn’t say a word.

He just stared at . Like I was insane. Like I was stupid. Like I was the dumbest, horniest little girl in the woods for teasing a man like him.

And then he touched

again.

Not my breast this ti.

So much lower.

His hand slid between us, slow like sin, and his knuckles brushed the hem of my soaked dress before he slipped under it like it was nothing. Like he owned the right.

My breath hitched.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t fucking move.

His fingers were right there. Right over my thong. That stupid wet piece of string clinging to my pussy like it was the only barrier between

and being ruined forever.

He touched it.

Just one finger.

Not even inside.

Just a single teasing stroke over the center.

I gasped.

My knees gave out again and I clutched his shirt like I was going to fucking die if he didn’t finish it.

But he didn’t.

He pulled his hand back.

And sniffed his fingers.

Sniffed them.

Like he was testing how wet I really was.

His eyes darkened even more.

"Dripping" he murmured. "Just from a little tease. You’re dripping like a bitch in heat"

My whole face flushed. Sha and lust hit

at once.

"I can sll you" he said, voice low. "You know that? I could sll that pretty little cunt from the second you said Daddy"

I whimpered. I didn’t know what to do. Where to put my hands. My whole body was a ss. My breasts were heaving. My thighs were trembling.

He pushed the strap of my dress down. Then the other.

My chest spilled out.

I didn’t even try to stop him.

My nipples were hard. Tight. Pink and needy and begging for attention.

He took one in his mouth.

I scread.

It was so sudden. So hot.

His teeth grazed my nipple before his tongue flicked it. Then he bit. Not gentle. Not soft. Enough to make my pussy contract hard.

He sucked.

His mouth was wet and rough and so fucking good.

He didn’t stop.

He switched to the other. Bit it. Rolled it with his tongue. Flicked it. Pulled it with his lips until I was moaning and gasping and holding onto his head like I’d fall apart if he stopped.

"Such sensitive tits" he muttered. "You moan like a slut every ti I touch them"

He pinched one. Hard.

I cried out.

My cunt clenched.

I could feel my panties sticking even more now. Probably transparent. Probably soaked through.

"You like this" he growled. "You like my mouth on your tits. You want my cock in your mouth next"

"Please" I begged. "I don’t care. I’ll do anything. Just touch

again. Please Damon. Please. I’m dying. I swear I can’t take this anymore"

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

"You’re gonna beg louder than that when I’m inside you"

I whined.

Actually whined like a toy that was being turned too tight.

He sucked my nipple again. Deeper. Slower.

Then he pulled the thong aside. Not down. Just to the side.

His fingers touched bare skin.

He groaned.

"You’re soaked"

I nodded frantically.

"Yes. I told you. I told you I was wet. I told you I was dripping. I need you. I need your fingers. Your cock. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees. Just do sothing. Please Damon. I’m not playing anymore. Please. I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want. I’ll call you Daddy. I’ll be your slut. Just make it stop. Make it better. Please"

He slid one finger over my bare slit.

Then another.

Then he stopped.

Pulled back again.

No.

No.

"No" I gasped. "Why—why are you stopping. Damon please. Please don’t do this. Don’t tease

like this I’m begging you. You’re fucking killing "

"Good" he said coldly. "Because I’m not done making you suffer yet"

He pulled my dress back up. Covered my tits. Tucked the strap back on my shoulder like nothing had happened.

I stood there.

Destroyed.

My nipples were raw. My cunt was slick and swollen and ruined. My whole body was on fire and he was just standing there with a fucking smirk.

"You’re not coming tonight until I say so" he whispered in my ear. "And when you do... you’re going to cry"

I moaned.

Shaless.

Fucking loud.

I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care.

He turned and walked away again.

"Get in the car" he said.

"What the fuck!"

"Don’t you fucking do this to

Damon"

I stumbled after him. My thighs were stuck together. My whole cunt was throbbing. My dress was clinging to my body like a second skin. My nipples were still wet from his fucking mouth and every step I took felt like torture.

"Damon" I called out, my voice cracking like my restraint. "Damon what the fuck"

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even look at .

He reached the car first. Yanked the passenger door open. Slamd it shut with so much force it made the entire vehicle rock.

"Damon please. Please" I kept going, breathless.

He rounded the front of the car, jaw clenched, teeth grinding like he was seconds from snapping.

And he did.

He opened his door, slamd it shut behind him and gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from turning and destroying

on the spot.