Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53.

~Damon~

She was shaking like a fucking drug had just hit her bloodstream.

No. Not a drug.

.

My cock.

My hands.

My voice.

The filth I fed into her ear while she cried on top of

and begged to ride it again.

And now..

Now she was limp.

Trembling.

Breathless.

Her pussy was soaked, dripping down my length and onto the sheets, mixing with the cum I’d already shot inside her.

The whole room slled like sweat, sex, skin.

Her body was still twitching, thighs glossy with slick, the inside of her legs sticky with everything I gave her.

Her chest was heaving.

Her nipples were wet from my tongue.

Her throat was flushed red from where I’d choked her while she ca.

And her cunt?

God, her cunt was swollen.

Slick.

Perfect.

Still gripping my cock like it hadn’t had enough.

I was still hard.

Still buried inside her.

Still watching her fall apart like the little cock-drunk kitten she was.

I grabbed her hips again, yanked her off my chest.

She whimpered.

Her body jolted.

I flipped her like a ragdoll.

Face in the sheets.

Ass in the air.

Her thighs trembled as she tried to stay upright.

And that pussy..

That sweet little pink hole was ruined.

Dripping.

Glistening.

Raw from the stretch.

Cum bubbling at the edge and sliding out slow, trailing down to her clit.

I reached between her thighs and spread her wide.

Smiled as her whole body tensed.

Then I spit on it.

Watched the string of saliva hit her slit and disappear into the ss already there.

Her moan hit the pillow.

Soft. Helpless. Addicted.

"Daddy..."

I grunted.

You didn’t think we were done, did you?

I grabbed my cock.

Stroked it once.

Sared her slick across the head.

Lined up behind her again.

And pushed in.

Slow. Deep. Fucking brutal.

She scread.

Her nails clawed the sheets.

Her back arched.

Her cunt spasd around , sucking

in like it didn’t want to be empty.

"Daddy—Daddy, it’s too deep—I can’t—oh fuck"

"You can," I growled against her neck. "And you will. You’ll take all of

like the desperate little whore you are."

I slamd into her.

Hard.

Her moan shattered into a cry.

Her eyes rolled.

Her ass slapped against my hips with every brutal thrust.

I grabbed her wrists.

Pinned them behind her back with one hand.

The other hand fisted in her hair.

I fucked her like she was a fucktoy.

A warm little hole made for my cock.

Tight. Slippery. So fucking wet it sounded ondo fucking good.

The sounds.

God. The sounds.

Skin on skin.

The slurp of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked little pussy.

The high-pitched moans that cracked when she couldn’t handle the stretch.

The whimpers she made when I pulled almost all the way out and slamd back in full force.

"Please—Daddy—please slow down—I’m—oh my God—I’m gonna co again.."

I slapped her ass.

The sound echoed.

Her scream turned to a sob.

"You don’t get to co until I say," I growled.

"You’ll take every stroke. Every inch. Every drop of my cum until this pussy is nothing but mine."

Her pussy twitched around .

She was so close.

I could feel it.

Could feel the way her body locked up and pulsed.

Could hear the breath get stuck in her throat.

I yanked her head back.

Shoved two fingers into her mouth.

Made her suck them.

Made her choke.

"You want to co?"

She nodded, drooling, moaning around my fingers.

"Beg."

"Please—I need it—I’ll do anything—fuck , use , please let

co—I need it—I need you"

That broke .

I pulled out.

She collapsed.

Sobbing into the sheets.

But I wasn’t done.

I grabbed her waist.

Dragged her to the edge of the bed.

Threw her legs over my shoulders.

Lined up again.

She looked at

like she was about to cry.

Tears already in her eyes.

Her mouth open.

Her pussy glistening with cum and spit and sweat and heaven.

"Damon.."

"Shut up and take it."

I slamd into her.

One thrust.

So deep she gasped like I’d knocked the air from her lungs.

Her whole body convulsed.

And she ca.

Hard.

She scread.

Loud.

Wrecked.

Tears stread down her face.

Her legs shook.

Her pussy clamped down so hard around

it nearly made

co on the spot.

But I held it.

Barely.

I held her down.

Kept thrusting through it.

Made her ride the orgasm like a fucking wave.

"Good girl," I whispered.

"You’re such a good little cockslut. Daddy’s perfect fucktoy. This is what you were made for, baby. This is why you ca into my house. To be used. To be filled."

Her eyes rolled.

"More—please—I want more—I can take it.."

I lost it.

I slamd in one last ti.

Buried myself to the base.

And ca.

Fucking exploded inside her.

Thick.

Hot.

Rope after rope.

I didn’t stop.

Kept grinding into her as my cum filled her.

She sobbed.

Not from pain.

From how full she felt.

How deep it was.

How good it was.

My seed dripped out as I pulled back.

Leaked from her ruined little pussy in slow, creamy streams.

Thick.

Milky trails of cum spilling from her ruined little pussy like honey sliding down warm skin.

Her cunt was gaping.

Used.

Red.

So fucking wet it glistened under the bedroom light like it was still begging for more.

And I stared.

Jaw clenched.

Cock twitching.

Because nothing..nothing..looked more perfect than that.