Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 52

Chapter 52: Chapter 52.

His cock twitched inside .

I felt it.

Every fucking inch of it.

And sothing in

snapped.

Sothing wild.

Sothing dark.

Sothing I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving.

My hips shifted.

Just a little.

Just enough.

The friction sent lightning through my spine.

"Fuck," I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

"Fuck..oh my God, Damon...it’s..."

"Move," he growled.

So I did.

I lifted myself slowly, feeling every drag of his cock along my walls. My muscles were so tight around him, like my pussy didn’t want to let him go. Like I’d already gotten addicted in the first five seconds.

Then I dropped.

Hard.

"Oh my..fuck...!"

My head fell back.

My hair whipped over my shoulders.

My tits bounced.

My voice cracked.

And he groaned. Loud. Guttural. Like he felt that shit in his soul.

I did it again.

Lifted.

Dropped.

Lifted.

Dropped.

My thighs started to shake, but I didn’t care.

I was riding him.

Actually riding him.

Dominic Thornvale.

My best friend’s dad.

The man I’d been crushing on in secret since the first ti he yelled at

for sneaking into his wine cellar.

And now his cock was splitting

open like I was a toy he didn’t plan to return.

"Good girl," he grunted, his voice so deep it made my cunt clench again. "Look at you. You like riding Daddy’s cock, don’t you?"

I whimpered.

I couldn’t even pretend to be good anymore.

"Yes," I breathed.

"Yes, yes, yes, I love it..I love your cock..it feels so fucking good I can’t think—"

He sat up so fast I gasped.

One of his hands slamd into my lower back.

The other fisted my hair.

And his mouth crashed into mine like he wanted to fuck my throat with his tongue.

I moaned into it.

I kissed him like I was starving.

Like I was his.

Like I belonged to him now and nothing else mattered.

Then he pulled back.

Grabbed my jaw.

Looked

dead in the eye.

"You’re mine now," he said. "No more gas. No more teasing. I don’t care if your little friends find out. I don’t care if the whole fucking world finds out. I’m going to fuck you in every room of this house and make sure you leak for days. You understand ?"

I moaned so loud I almost cried.

My cunt clenched so hard I saw stars.

"Yes, Daddy," I whispered.

"Yes, please—I want it—I want all of it—I want you to ruin ..."

And then I started to ride him again.

Faster this ti.

Harder.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room.

My wetness was everywhere.

His cock was sliding in and out of

like it belonged there.

And I couldn’t stop moaning.

I couldn’t stop saying his na.

Damon. Damon. Damon.

My legs were shaking.

My body was tingling.

I felt like I was going to break apart.

Then he reached between us.

Pressed his thumb to my clit.

"OH...FUCK—!"

I almost blacked out.

I swear I almost fucking died.

It was too much.

Too good.

Too dirty.

Too fucking real.

I grabbed his shoulders.

Dug my nails in.

Bounced harder.

Faster.

His na was a prayer on my tongue.

My orgasm was a grenade in my belly.

And I was ready to explode.

"Co on, kitten," he whispered.

"Co on Daddy’s cock. I want to feel you soak . I want to hear you scream."

"I’m gonna..fuck—I’m gonna—!"

And then it hit .

Like a fucking earthquake.

I scread.

I ca.

Soaked him.

Shook like I was possessed.

My whole body went limp but still grinding because I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop riding him.

Couldn’t stop crying.

Couldn’t stop moaning, "Daddy, Daddy, Daddy—" like it was the only word I knew.

He grabbed my ass.

Held

down.

And started thrusting up into .

Deep.

Hard.

Unforgiving.

"You want more?" he growled.

"You want Daddy to fill this tight little pussy, don’t you?"

"Yes!"

My throat was raw.

My tears were real.

And my cunt was still convulsing from the orgasm that wrecked .

But I wanted more.

I wanted him to finish inside .

I wanted to feel his cum leak out of

while I walked.

I wanted to be ruined in every sense of the word.

"Do it," I begged. "Fuck . Co in . Make

yours."

He snarled.

And the way he moved then.

Like a beast.

Like a man who’d waited too fucking long.

Like he was never letting

go.

He slamd into .

Once.

Twice.

Three tis.

Then he roared.

I felt it.

Every hot, pulsing shot of cum deep inside .

I gasped.

My eyes rolled.

And I collapsed against him, panting, shaking, full of his cock and his cum and every filthy thing we just did.

And all I could think was.

Oh my God.

I just fucked my best friend’s dad.

And I wanted to do it again.