Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 49

Chapter 49: Chapter 49.

~Lyra~

The tires hit the road like thunder and oh my God.

Oh my fucking God.

I forgot how to breathe.

I was still on his lap.

Still straddling him.

Still dripping.

Still shaking.

My thighs were literally vibrating. My panties were so wet they felt like they’d lted into my pussy. I wasn’t even sure they were there anymore. I was basically naked. Naked and throbbing. In his lap. While he drove.

Why the fuck am I still on him?

Why is he hard?

Why am I hard?

Wait..girls don’t get hard..I an my clit!

Fuck! My clit is pulsing so bad it feels like it has a heartbeat. I swear if he touches

again I’m going to scream and cum and possibly explode into a million horny teenage pieces.

And he’s not even touching .

He’s just gripping the steering wheel like he wants to break it in half.

I tried to sit still. I really tried.

But every ti the car hit a bump, his cock pressed right against

and I swear I almost moaned.

Like actually. Out loud.

Like the kind of moan you make when you’re alone and grinding into your pillow and thinking about his hands choking you while he calls you his little girl...

Okay.

Pause.

No.

Not pause.

Rewind.

What the actual fuck, Lyra.

What the fuck is this life.

"You’re breathing too loud," he growled.

I froze.

Oh God.

Oh God oh God oh God.

I wanted to die.

No, I wanted to fuck.

No, I wanted to fuck then die.

Then fuck again. Then be resurrected. Then maybe die again dramatically in his arms while naked and sweaty and marked.

I opened my mouth to say sorry..

But he snapped.

"Say another word and I’ll fuck you on the hood."

OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod.

My pussy clenched so hard it hurt.

Like actually hurt.

Like my body was trying to self-destruct out of desperate, unbearable need.

And the worst part?

I wanted that.

I wanted that so fucking bad.

Like yes.

Please.

Put the car in park.

Drag

out.

Bend

over.

Ruin

while the whole street watches and I scream Daddy so loud birds fall out of the trees.

But I didn’t say anything.

Because I’m a good girl.

Because I was trying to earn it.

Because if I pushed one more button, I knew he’d go feral and I wasn’t sure if my uterus could handle that yet.

The car turned into the driveway and I swear the air in the car got thicker.

Like I was drowning in it.

Like it was 80% oxygen, 20% my own heat.

He turned off the engine.

And for a second, there was just silence.

Except it wasn’t silence.

I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

I could hear my breath.

I could hear how wet I was.

No seriously.

I could hear the squelch when I moved slightly and my ruined pussy made that obscene noise against my thighs.

I wanted the earth to open and swallow

whole.

Or Damon to open

and swallow

whole.

Either one, really.

"Get out," he said.

Oh fuck.

His voice. That voice. It wasn’t just deep. It was destructive. It hit my spine like a whip and lted straight into my cunt like warm oil.

I tried to move. But my legs didn’t work. They were jelly. They were broken.

I was shaking like a virgin trying to sneak back into church after a three-day orgy.

I stumbled out of the car.

Literally stumbled.

Like Bambi after getting railed in the woods.

My dress stuck to my body. My thighs stuck together. My pussy throbbed with every single step and I swear my clit was crying.

And he..

He was walking like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just lick

like a man starved. Like he didn’t kiss

like I was his last breath. Like he didn’t slap my ass and promise to make

cry when I ca.

I followed him.

Like a fucking shadow.

A wet, horny, desperate little shadow.

And then..

The door shut.

Click.

And the world stopped.

He turned.

Looked at .

And I swear I saw it.

That mont.

The mont he decided he was going to break .

He spun.

And I swear, I almost ca from the way he did it.

Like he didn’t even think. Like his whole body just snapped toward

like instinct. Like sothing ancient in him decided I was prey and he was going to fucking eat

alive.

Then his hands were on . Grabbing

like I was his already. Like he’d paid for

in blood and wanted his fucking prize.

He ripped my dress off like it offended him; yanked it down like it didn’t deserve to be on my body. The wet fabric slapped the floor like a scream, and suddenly, I was bare.

Bare and trembling. Bare and wet. Bare and pressed up against the wall with my nipples tight and my pussy leaking and my brain trying to catch up with what the fuck was happening.

Then he kissed .

But it wasn’t a kiss.

It was war.

It was punishnt.

It was everything I had been dreaming about and humping my pillow over and crying into my sheets for the past six months.

It was violent and wet and deep and angry and perfect.

And I gave in to all of it.