Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 55

Chapter 55: Chapter 55.

~Damon~

Her mouth was still open.

Cum leaking from her tongue.

Her lips red and ruined. Her face a ss of tears, drool, and satisfaction.

And fuck, I just stood there.

Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again.

My cock twitched.

Still fucking hard.

Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat.

And the way she looked up at ..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty fucking instinct in

snarl to life again.

More?

She whispered it.

Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my cum.

Like she didn’t just take my cock to the base while her mascara lted down her cheeks.

Like she wanted to be broken.

My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun.

Because no matter how many tis I fucked this girl... it was never enough.

Not when she looked like that.

Not when she asked for it.

Not when her body scread use , Daddy with every breathless fucking moan.

I bent down.

Grabbed her face in one rough hand.

Sared my thumb through the ss on her lips.

Forced it back into her mouth.

"Open wider," I growled.

She obeyed.

Mouth stretched. Tongue out. Face tilted up like a good little cockslut ready for her next lesson.

I spit into her mouth.

Watched the thick strand drop from my lips and hit her tongue with a wet smack.

"Swallow."

She did.

So fucking eager.

So obedient.

So desperate to be used again.

I let go of her jaw and stood tall, towering over her on the floor like the predator I was.

Like the twisted older man who knew exactly what he was doing to this girl. Breaking her. Breeding her. Brainwashing her with my cock until she couldn’t even think unless I was inside her.

"Crawl," I ordered.

My voice dropped low.

"To the mirror."

She turned, weak and shaking, her thighs still glossy with slick, her body trembling like her nerves were shot to hell.

But she obeyed.

Of course she did.

Because she loved it.

Loved being ruined by . Owned by . Turned into nothing but a needy little hole for my cock.

She crawled across the floor, ass swaying, cum trailing down her legs, hands fumbling on the marble like she could barely hold herself up.

My gaze locked on her cunt.

Still open.

Still red.

Still glistening with my seed.

I followed.

Slow.

Hungry.

My cock bobbing in front of , thick and veiny and aching for another taste of her body.

When she reached the mirror, I grabbed her hips.

Yanked her back against .

Her hands hit the wall.

Her breath hitched.

And I leaned over her, so our reflections stared back at us.

"Look at yourself," I hissed.

She did.

And fuck, the sight...

Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks flushed. Her throat bruised. Her tits swinging gently from the movent of her breath.

Her pussy?

Still dripping.

Still begging.

Still fucking mine.

I shoved her knees wider. Spat between her legs again. Let it trail down over her ruined clit.

"Daddy," she whimpered, "please..."

I grabbed my cock.

Lined it up.

Pressed the tip against her slit.

Watched her flinch as it kissed the sore entrance.

"You’re gonna take it again," I growled. "Because I’m not done. Not until you can’t walk. Not until your belly’s full of my cum. Not until you forget every man but ."

She sobbed.

Nodded.

And then I slamd inside.

Deep.

Ruthless.

Her whole body jolted.

Her scream echoed off the walls.

And the mirror?

It stead up from her breath.

Her palms slapped the glass.

Her face contorted.

Her legs trembled.

But I held her hips tight.

And I fucked her.

Hard.

Slow.

Then hard again.

Grinding into her so deep I could feel the outline of my cock through her stomach.

Her reflection was everything.

The tears.

The mouth hanging open.

The moans.

The way her tits bounced with every brutal thrust.

The way her cunt clung to , desperate for more even when her voice cracked from overstimulation.

I watched it all.

Watched her fall apart again.

Watched her lose herself.

Watched her break.

And I smiled.

Because she was mine now.

My toy.

My kitten.

My filthy little masterpiece.

"Say it," I growled, one hand gripping her throat from behind as I fucked her into the mirror.

She gasped.

"Say who owns this pussy."

"You," she moaned. "You, Daddy. Only you."

"Louder."

"YOU, DADDY—FUCK—it’s yours—it’s all yours—I’m yours—"

And I lost it again.

Because hearing that?

Watching her reflection?

Feeling her cunt clamp down?

It shattered .

I ca again.

Harder.

Hotter.

Deeper.

Thick, endless ropes of cum shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out.

I buried it.

Held her there.

Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear:

"You’ll never get away from ."

She didn’t answer.

She couldn’t.