Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 69

Chapter 69: Chapter 69.

~Damon~

She collapsed against

the second the front door slamd.

Not like she relaxed.

Like she broke.

Her body just... folded.

She was shaking.

My knot was still buried deep inside her..throbbing, swelling..locked so tight her pussy pulsed around it like it was still trying to adjust to the invasion.

"Holy shit," she whispered.

Barely audible.

"Holy fucking shit..Damon..I can’t..I can’t believe that just.."

She lifted her head for a second.

Eyes wide.

Mouth trembling.

Then she dropped it back to my chest with a whimper like her bones gave up on trying to hold her up.

"Was she in here? Was she actually in here? Like she—she opened the door—she was so fucking close—oh my god—oh my god..

She clutched at

suddenly.

Fingers digging into my chest.

Nails dragging over my skin like she was trying to anchor herself to sothing real.

"She was gonna see —she was gonna see

like this—with your cock still—fuck—Damon I still have your knot in —what the fuck is wrong with ?!"

Her whole body shook around

again.

And my cock twitched.

Not out of guilt.

Out of hunger.

Because hearing her panic while she was still impaled on my knot, while my cum was leaking out of her, while her pussy was fluttering around

like it still wanted more—it was driving

insane.

I could feel it.

The tight squeeze.

The slick heat.

The way her inner walls kept milking

like her body hadn’t figured out the mont was over.

"I shouldn’t have done this," she gasped. "I can’t believe I—I let you—I let you fuck

while she was outside—I let you do this to .."

She pulled back just enough to look up at .

And fuck, her eyes were glassy.

Her lips were swollen.

Her cheeks streaked in sweat and tears.

There was a sar of my cum on her jaw from when I’d grabbed her face.

"I can’t believe I liked it," she whispered.

And there it was.

The truth.

She sobbed again, hands trembling against my chest, her voice breaking:

"Damon, I—I was scared but I couldn’t stop..I was moaning while she was in the room..I could feel your cock throbbing inside

while she was calling your na—what the fuck is wrong with —"

I grinned.

I couldn’t help it.

Because she said it like it was a question.

Like she was waiting for

to tell her what she was now.

And I would.

But not yet.

"Nothing’s wrong with you," I murmured, stroking her hip. "You’re just honest now."

She stared up at , trembling.

Her mouth opened—like she wanted to argue.

But then my knot shifted inside her.

And she gasped.

Her pussy spasd.

She slapped a hand over her mouth like she could silence the sound that ripped from her chest.

"I—fuck—why does it still feel so good?" she whimpered. "Why—why won’t my body stop—"

"Because I’m still inside you," I said, curling my hand around the back of her neck. "Because your pussy knows who it belongs to now. Doesn’t it?"

She whimpered.

Didn’t answer.

So I ground my hips once.

Her moan shattered against my chest.

And I whispered..

"Say it," my voice thick with sweat and possession, my cock still knotted deep inside her dripping cunt, her body trembling in my lap like she couldn’t figure out whether to cry or beg or co again.

She looked up at

with wide, red-stained eyes, lips parted, chest heaving, her entire body slick with the aftermath of everything I had done to her. Her breath hitched like her lungs forgot how to work, and her voice cracked when she asked,

"Say what?"

I didn’t answer at first. I didn’t need to. I just stared at her—at the way her thighs were still wrapped around my waist, at the way my cum kept leaking from where we were still locked together, at the way her pussy kept twitching every ti she inhaled like it was still clinging to

even now, desperate and stretched, swollen and used.

She was ruined. Mine. And not just in the way her cunt was still swollen around my knot, but in the way her mouth trembled when she looked at . The way her entire body responded to the weight of my voice like I’d carved myself into her bones.

I cupped the back of her neck and pressed my lips to her ear, low, so she couldn’t mistake what I was saying.

"The reason we’re in this closet isn’t because I was scared. Fuck it. I wanted her to see

fucking you. I wanted her to open that door and see my cock buried so deep inside her best friend that she’d never be able to look at you again without knowing how you sounded when you scread my na."

She froze in my arms, her hands still weak against my chest, breath trembling.

"But I hid because of you," I said, nipping her earlobe. "Because you value that friendship. Because you love her as your best friend"

"That’s the only reason. Not because I gave a fuck about what she might think. Not because I was ashad. But because you needed

to protect the last fragile piece of your life. So I did."

Her lips opened. A shaky breath escaped her. Her voice sounded broken when she tried to answer, but nothing ca out. Just a whimper.