Breed Me, Daddy Alph Chapter 85

Chapter 85: Chapter 85

Lyra

Well my mum called back and I shouldn’t have picked up. I swear to God I knew the mont my finger brushed the screen and that fucking call connected, I was making the dumbest mistake of my life.

My cunt was still swollen. Damon’s knot was still inside . I could literally feel his cum dripping out of

like honey oozing out of an overstuffed donut and yet sohow my dumbass still answered the phone like this was a good ti to chat with my mother.

"Hello," I said, and my voice ca out like I’d just run a marathon while sobbing through a porn scene. My throat was raw. My lips were still wet. My whole body was trembling. I sounded like a girl who just got wrecked. Because I fucking had.

"Lyra?" she said, and instantly I wanted to throw the phone across the room. Her voice was so sharp, so clear, so full of motherly suspicion it made

clench around Damon’s cock all over again.

I froze.

Damon didn’t.

He was still behind . Still buried inside . Still fucking knotted. And of course he smirked. Of course he had the audacity to run his hand up my spine like I wasn’t dying inside.

Like this was a joke to him. Like I was just so filthy little slut caught between her mother’s voice and her best friend’s father’s cock and expected to survive.

"H-hi Mum," I said, my voice so fucking squeaky it barely even sounded like mine. I cleared my throat. "Sorry, I was sleeping."

"You sound weird," she said, imdiately, like she already knew I was lying. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, I’m fine. Just tired."

"Your breathing is off. Are you sick? Are you in pain?"

God, if she only knew.

"I’m on my period," I blurted before I could stop myself. "That’s all. Cramps. Really bad ones."

Damon’s hand was already sliding lower. I swear he did it on purpose. Like he was rewarding

for lying so fucking badly. His fingers found the edge of my thigh. Then the slickness leaking down it. Then he dipped two fingers into the ss between my legs and pushed my thighs open wider.

I jerked. I gasped.

My mum paused.

"Did you just trip?" she asked.

"No. I—I dropped sothing. My water bottle. It spilled. All over. I’m naked. I an I was sleeping naked. Because it helps with the cramps. And it’s hot. You know the heat here is crazy. Like it’s so fucking hot this period I literally can’t even breathe at night."

"Language," she said automatically.

Fuck.

Damon dipped his fingers back in and scooped up more of his cum and dragged it up my slit like he was painting

with it. I bit my lip. I clenched my thighs. I was going to die. Right here. Like this. On speakerphone with my mother while my best friend’s dad made my pussy leak even more just for fun.

"Lyra," she said, her voice sharper now. "What’s wrong with you?"

"Nothing is wrong with ," I said, maybe a little too quickly. "Honestly. I’m just really tired. Like I didn’t sleep well. At all. And I had cramps all night. And the fan was loud. And I think there’s a mosquito sowhere in this room that literally hates . So I’m not just exhausted. I’m delusional."

She was quiet.

I could feel Damon’s cock still twitching inside . I swear it was mocking . My pussy was still locked so tight around him I could feel every vein. I was dripping down my thighs like a ruined little slut and my voice was shaking but my mum was still on the phone and I wanted to cry.

"How’s tasha?" she asked.

"Fine. I’m in her room. Alone. She’s in the kitchen or sothing. I think she went to look for bread. Or indomie. Or maybe she’s shitting. I don’t know. She’s not here."

Damon smirked.

I glared at him over my shoulder. He was still inside . His hand was still between my legs. And now he was grinding again. Tiny, slow, almost invisible movents that made my eyes roll back and my belly twist like I was about to co again.

"She’s what?" my mum said.

"She’s not here," I said again. "I’m alone."

"You sound like you’re hiding sothing."

"I’m not," I squeaked. "I’m really not. I just woke up. Literally. I’m not even wearing panties. I an—I’m on my period so I don’t wear panties at night. Or I do. But not when it’s hot. Sotis I use a towel. But—anyway. Mum, please don’t ask

questions. I’m so tired I could cry. Can we talk later?"

"Are you sure you’re okay?" she asked, her tone softening just a little.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" my mum asked again, and this ti her voice was doing that soft but suspicious thing, like she already knew I was lying and was just politely giving

the rope to hang myself with.

And of course I panicked.

Because no, I wasn’t okay. I was the opposite of okay. I was lying face down in a stranger’s bed with my best friend’s dad’s cock still knotted inside

like a fucking seatbelt. I was sweating, twitching, overstimulated, leaking like a busted pipe, and my pussy was literally whimpering because he hadn’t moved in the last thirty seconds. And now my mother was asking

if I was okay.

So naturally, my traumatized, cum-filled, emotionally unstable little teenage brain decided to make everything so much worse.

I took a breath.

Then I said, "Mum, yes, I’m okay, I’m just... like... ntally nstruating."