Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Chapter 51.

~Lyra~

Oh my God.

Oh my fucking God.

He just said it. He actually just fucking said it.

"Ride , kitten."

My brain short-circuited.

Did he seriously just say that to ? Like... out loud? Like with his actual voice and not the version in my head I hear when I’m in the shower rubbing one out at 2AM trying not to moan?

I just stared.

I was still on my knees. On his bed.

His bed.

Dominic-fucking-Thornvale’s bed. My best friend’s dad.

And his cock..Jesus Christ his cock..was right there. Huge. Hard. Wet at the tip. Pulsing like it knew I was looking at it and liked the attention.

I should’ve been scared. Nervous. Ashad maybe.

But I wasn’t.

I was wet.

I was shaking.

I was so fucking turned on I couldn’t even think straight.

And I wanted to ride him so bad my thighs were twitching.

"Kitten," he growled. "Don’t keep

waiting."

I almost ca just hearing that voice.

I moved.

Crawled to him like the desperate little heat-struck ss I was.

My dress was bunched up. My thong was probably sowhere on the floor or maybe still wrapped around my ankle, I didn’t fucking care.

My knees slid against the sheets.

I was soaking the fabric under . I could feel it.

My pussy was dripping. Actually dripping. Like I’d already been fucked, and this was round two.

I reached for his cock. My fingers trembled.

It was hot.

So hot.

Veins pulsing. Skin tight. So hard I could barely wrap my hand around it.

And the second I touched it..

He groaned.

His eyes flashed up to mine like warning sirens.

"Don’t tease," he said. "Get the fuck on it."

Oh my fucking God.

Oh my fucking fucking God.

I straddled him.

My knees sank into the sheets on either side of his hips.

I looked down between us..between my thighs..and saw how soaked I was. Like ruin-level soaked. Like porn-level wet. Like no teenage girl should be looking this needy in front of a man this old and this dangerous but here I fucking was.

"Damon," I whispered.

His hands gripped my hips like iron shackles.

"What?"

"I’m..I’m scared."

His eyes darkened. "Of what?"

"That you’re gonna break ."

He smirked.

That arrogant, cocky, devastating smirk that made my insides flip and my cunt clench.

"Good," he said.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

And I reached down.

Guided his cock to my entrance.

Fuck.

It was big.

Like too big.

Like are-you-sure-this-fits kind of big.

I bit my lip. My whole body was vibrating.

I looked into his eyes.

And then I started to sink down.

Slow.

Painfully fucking slow.

The head popped in.

I gasped.

"Oh my God," I moaned. "Oh my fucking God it’s too big. I can’t—I can’t..."

"You can," he growled. "Take it."

I whimpered.

My nails dug into his chest. His skin was hot. Smooth. His tattoos flexed under my palms like they were alive.

Another inch.

Another stretch.

I couldn’t breathe.

It was too much.

It was splitting

open.

It was so fucking deep I thought I could feel it in my throat.

But I kept going.

Because I wanted this.

Because my pussy was aching for it.

Because I needed him inside

more than I needed oxygen right now.

I moaned.

Loud. Filthy.

My voice cracked like I was crying.

"Damon—Daddy—it’s too deep—fuck—it hurts but it feels so fucking good..."

His hands gripped my waist tighter.

"You’re doing so good, kitten," he said, voice low. Rough. Dangerous. "Look at you. Taking my cock like you were made for it."

I cried out.

I didn’t even realize I was fully seated until my hips hit his thighs.

Oh my God.

He was all the way in.

Every inch.

Every vein.

Every thick, hot, pulsing part of him was inside .

I felt full.

Stuffed.

Claid.

Like this was it. Like this was the mont that was going to change my whole fucking life.

I sat there for a second, breathing hard. My chest heaving. My tits bouncing with every inhale.

His cock throbbed inside .

And I swear..I felt my body start to tremble.

"You okay?" he asked, and there was sothing in his voice. Like he was actually holding back. Like if I said the wrong word he’d flip

over and fuck

so hard the neighbors would hear.

I looked him dead in the eye.

And I smiled.

"Let

ride you, Daddy."

Fuck

I couldn’t believe I just fucking said that.

Like it actually ca out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so fucking good.

He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared.

His jaw clenched.

His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap

in half.

And that look in his eyes.

God.

Like I’d just opened so forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down.

Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make

pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive way.