Ch. 126..130: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 126-130

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Lyra~

I know y’all might be wondering..oh my God, how the hell can she even do this? Is Lyra suddenly a f*****g stripper now? Is she some expert in seduction?

How can she possibly satisfy Damon with that swollen belly between them and milk leaking out of her t**s like she’s already in heat for the next century? Isn’t she sore? Doesn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t the pregnancy affect

her performance?

Jokes on you, baby girl.

Because this b***h was built for this.

And I mean it..built. For. This.

Hahaha. Let me be so real right now. I’ve watched a shitload of porn growing up. Yeah. I said it. Don’t judge me. Save the fake gasps and church–girl blushes, because at some point in your life, you were right there with me..scrolling through pages, finding the one that hit just right.

That one video that made your toes curl and your fingers slip between your thighs before you could even

think about it.

That was me. Over and over. I watched everything. Strippers riding like they were being paid by the stroke.

Girls gagging on c**k with mascara running and drool pooling under their chin. I wasn’t just watching..I was studying. I was learning the rhythm, the grip, the angle of the hips, the bounce that made men cry and monsters like Damon f*****g lose their mind.

I practiced. I practiced on pillows. On my fingers. On the edge of the bed while biting my lip and imagining it was him watching me.

I’d grind against the mattress with my mouth open and my face buried in my own arm to keep from waking anyone up while I moaned his name into my skin.

So no. This isn’t some random last–minute performance.

This is my f*****g moment.

Pregnant or not. Sore or not. Leaking or not.

I am going to make this Alpha lose every shred of control he has left. I am going to ride him like I’m the devil’s favorite slut and this is my reward for being filthy enough to earn it.

I am going to grind on his c**k with my back arched, t**s bouncing, belly curving between us, and milk spraying down my chest like I was made to be bred on stage in front of the gods.

I got down from the desk with the slowest f*****g strut I’ve ever done in my life.

Not because I wasn’t sore..hell, I was wrecked. My thighs were shaking. My p***y was leaking. My t**s

were so full they ached with every bounce.

But I made it sexy. I made it a show. Because I knew he was watching. I knew his eyes were on every inch of my body, and f**k, I loved it.

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I swayed my hips with every step, dragged my fingers down the sides of my thighs like I was modeling for sin

then cupped my t**s and gave them a little squeeze just for him. Milk beaded from the clamps and dripped slow down my belly. I didn’t wipe it.

I kept walking.

“Oh Daddy…” I sang, voice breathless and full of fake innocence. “You really want me to be your stripper?”

I rolled my hips again and moaned like the movement turned me on and it did. It really f*****g did.

My cunt clenched just from the thought of his eyes on me, of him watching me perform like a good little Omega slut with swollen t**s and a belly full of pups. I bit my bottom lip, tilted my head, and giggled like a ******g tease.

“You want me to dance for you? Shake this ass for you like I’ve been doing it all my life? You want a private show, Daddy?”

I turned around in front of him, gave him the full view, and bent slowly..so slow my p***y lips kissed each

other on the way down and grabbed my ankles just to make the bounce even deeper.

My ass jiggled. Hard.

And then I made it clap.

Once.

Twice.

Then again.

I stayed bent, head turned, looking back at him over my shoulder with that messy hair stuck to my face, drool on my chin, and the sluttiest smile I’ve ever worn.

“You like that?” I whispered, breath shaking from how wet I was. “You like seeing your little Omega bounce her fat ass after you knotted her full of pups? Look, Daddy… I’m still dripping…”

And I was. His c*m was spilling down my thighs like honey. My folds were red and puffy and twitching. My clit throbbed with every sway of my hips, but I didn’t stop. I stood up again, slow and seductive, and walked

the final step to where he sat like a god.

I straddled his lap.

His c**k was hard. So f*****g hard. It pressed between us like it had its own pulse. I didn’t even sit yet–I just hovered over it, teasing, grinding, letting the heat of my soaked p***y rub against his shaft without letting

him in.

“You want me to dance on this c**k?” I whispered into his ear, my t**s pressing against his chest, warm milk leaking between us. (“You want me to grind on it until I squirt again? You want me to ride it like a stage pole and beg for another knot, Daddy?”

He didn’t say anything.

His fists were clenched.

His jaw was locked.

And that c**k? It twitched so hard I felt it jump.

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I started to move. Hips rolling in small, slow circles. My cunt dragging across him.

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My hands running up to cup my t**s and squeeze them right in his face. I rubbed my n*****s, milk spilling onto his thighs, then leaned back and let my head drop, my belly curved, my body arched.

“Oh f**k… Daddy… look at me,” I moaned. “Look how filthy your little Omega’s gotten. I’m giving you a lap dance with your c*m still dripping out of me. I’m swollen. I’m bred. And I’m still f*****g horny.”

I bit my lip again. Rolled my hips faster. Ground my p***y down until my clit rubbed the base of his c**k just

right.

“I practiced this, you know,” I gasped, riding slow. “Late at night. When I couldn’t sleep. I used to ride my pillow just like this and imagine you were watching me. Pretending I was your little toy.”

His hands shot up.

Gripped my hips.

And his eyes–f**k–they were glowing.

“Keep going,” Damon growled, his voice thick like molten heat, the kind that made my insides squeeze and my

thighs shake harder than they already were.

His hands gripped my hips like he owned me–like he was seconds from losing control–and the moment I felt that pressure tighten, my whole body f*****g responded.

“Yes, Daddy,” I moaned, licking my lips, already grinding on him without shame, without fear, without a single

f**k left in the world.

I rolled my hips in slow, wide circles, my slick dragging along the full length of his c**k, coating him with every drop that poured from my cunt. I could feel the tip catch against my clit. I could feel my folds swollen

and puffy and begging to be split open again.

“Grind your ass on Daddy’s d**k,” he said, voice dark and low. “Grind it until I can’t see anything but how wet you are. Rub that little p***y all over it, kitten. I want to see how dirty you can be.”

I moaned louder, my hands sliding up my belly, over my t**s, squeezing hard enough to make milk spill

between my fingers.

I arched my back and leaned into him, breasts pressed against his chest as my hips started to move faster. I wasn’t even sitting, I was hovering, grinding his c**k with my whole cunt like I was f*****g starving for it.

“You only want to sit on it, huh?” he hissed, watching me with those golden, glowing eyes, pupils blown wide. “You want to ride it, but I didn’t say you could only sit on it. I said grind. f*****g grind kitten!“.

And so I did.

I stayed just above him, body trembling from how much I needed to be filled, and I started to grind harder- messier–rubbing my p***y up and down his c**k like I was trying to f**k myself open without letting him in.

The head bumped my clit again and again. My thighs started shaking. My moans got louder. I was soaking him. f**k, I was soaking everything.

“Shake that ass,” he growled, voice rising with need. “Twerk for me. I want to see it bounce. Clap that s**t on my lap, kitten. You’re my f*****g show now.”

I bit my lip and leaned forward, hands braced on his knees, and I started to bounce. Real bouncing.

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My ass slapped down with every drop, every little twerk making his c**k slide through my folds and smear

with my

slick. The sound of my ass clapping against his thighs echoed through the room, wet and sharp and

obscene.

I looked back over my shoulder, messy hair in my face, t**s still leaking, body trembling, and moaned, “You like that, Daddy? You like how I twerk for you even after you f****d me raw? Look at my ass, it’s still bouncing.

I’m still leaking. And I still f*****g want more.”

His hands clenched tighter.

His c**k jerked so hard it nearly slid into me without warning.

“f**k, Lyra,” he growled. “You keep shaking that ass like that and I’m gonna grab you by your throat and f**k you standing until you scream so loud the whole f*****g neighbors hears.”

My p***y throbbed at his voice. I bit my lip and smiled so wide it hurt. I stayed right there on his lap, still grinding, still dragging my clit over his c**k with every movement.

But this time, I leaned close–nose to nose–and whispered into his mouth, “Who knew you were this f*****g

easy to ruin, Daddy?”

His eyes narrowed.

His breath caught.

He didn’t expect that. And I loved it.

“Who knew you were this f*****g naughty?” he growled, but I cut him off with a little giggle and a wicked

smile.

“Oh Damon,” I moaned, dragging my fingers through the milk on my t**s and rubbing it on his chest.

“You told me to give you everything, right? Every filthy thing I’ve ever thought about. Every nasty little move I practiced in secret. But the truth is… I haven’t even f*****g started yet.”

I rolled my hips again. Slow. Deep. My slick dragging over his c**k until his whole lap was soaked and sticky and throbbing with tension.

“You’ve always been in charge,” I whispered. “Every time you pinned me. Every time you filled me up. Every time you knotted me so deep I screamed. But now?”

I paused. Bent close. Licked the corner of his mouth.

“Now I’m in charge. And you’re gonna do every single thing I say.”

His breath hitched.

I grabbed his face with both hands while I stared him straight in the eye.

“Put your arms above your head, Daddy.”

He didn’t move fast enough.

So I slapped his chest, hard, right over the heart.

“I said, arms up.”

He obeyed.

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f*****g slowly. Like it turned him on to submit. Like he was letting me think I was in control just to see what

I’d do with it.

“Lean back.”

He did.

“Spread your legs.”

 

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~Damon~

******g hell. She’s so hot it hurts to look at her.

Pregnant and hot Grinding that fat little ass like it was made to tease me into insanity. And it’s working,

Every sway of her hips is like a goddamn drug.

Every bounce of those leaking t**s makes my c**k twitch so hard it aches. She knows it too. That’s the worst

part. My little kitten knows exactly what she’s doing to me, and she’s f*****g loving it.

I didn’t know Lyra could be like this.

I didn’t know she could turn into this wild, filthy, cocky little nymph who struts around with my knot still

leaking out of her and tells me what to do like I’m hers.

And I am.

f*****g hell, I am.

Oh, how much she’s grown.

How much I’ve changed her.

How much I’ve broken and rebuilt her into this perfect f*****g Omega slut who’s not just mine–she’s proud to

be mine. She doesn’t even flinch anymore when I growl. She moans. She smiles. She bends over and makes it

clap.

My little kitten is all grown up. And she’s f*****g sexy.

She got in front of me and bent over, ass in the air, cunt dripping, t**s swinging, and I nearly lost my s**t. She knew what she was doing. Every time she bit her lip, every time she moaned Daddy in that breathless, teasing

voice, I felt my control slipping inch by inch.

I had already shifted back. My bones were cracked into place, my claws had retracted, but my wolf… he

wasn’t calm. He wasn’t satisfied.

He was prowling beneath my skin, teeth bared, eyes burning, and he was whispering things in my head I could barely handle.

“Look at her. Look what we did.”

“She’s pregnant with our pups. And she’s still begging to be bred again.”

“She’s ours. Our cunt. Our b***h. Our throne”

“She dances for us now. She rides for us now. She commands because we trained her to obey, and now she’s showing off what she learned.”

“Let her. Let her take control. She’s not done breaking us.”

“You want her to ride you so bad you’re drooling, Alpha Let her mount. Let her grind. Let her flood you until your c**k forgets how to stop,

I clenched my jaw. My arms were shaking. My c**k was already soaked in her slick

and throbbing against my stomach. She had told me to put my hands up. Told me to lean back and spread my legs. And I did.

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Not because I lost control.

But because I needed to f*****g see what she’d do with the power she’d just taken.

She stepped over me like she owned the world. She straddled my lap like she’d done it a thousand times. And when she started to roll her hips, slow, taunting, slick dragging over the head of my c**k, I felt something inside me crack.

My wolf growled inside my skull, clawing at my spine with every roll of her p***y,

“Let her milk us. Let her ruin us. Let her ride us until she f*****g drowns in our cum.”

“Make her queen of our c**k. Make her beg for more.”

And I was about to. I was about to let her ride until she screamed so loud the f*****g Moon shook.

Spread your legs, baby,” she said, and her voice wasn’t soft. It wasn’t sweet. It was pure f*****g dominance

wrapped in silk and soaked in sin.

She slid off my lap slowly, p***y dragging over the top of my c**k with one last tease that nearly made me

groan.

My entire body jerked at the contact. My balls were already full, already aching to release again, and she just

smiled like she could feel the tension rolling off me in waves.

I watched her with a tight jaw, my arms still above my head, elbows pulled back as I gripped the top of the

chair like she’d f*****g ordered me to.

“What are you doing, kitten?” I asked, my voice low and hoarse from how hard I was holding back. I could feel

my c**k pulsing against my belly, the head leaking slick across my skin, and all she did was hum.

She stepped forward again, slow and sultry, her eyes locked on mine with that wicked sparkle that told me

she wasn’t done teasing. She wasn’t even close.

“Shhh,” she whispered, placing her finger against my lips. “You talk too much, Daddy.”

And fuck..just hearing her say that in that tone made my entire body shiver.

Then she dropped the act and went in.

She bent low. Started with my neck. Her lips brushed the skin lightly, barely a kiss at first. Then she opened

her mouth and sucked.

-Right over the spot that always made me growl. I clenched my fists tighter above my head, my jaw ticking as

she moved to the other side and did it again–only this time slower, wetter, with her tongue trailing just

behind the heat of her breath.

She kissed down to my collarbone, dragging her mouth across the ridge like she was tasting salt, like she

was tasting me, and I felt the heat from her tongue run straight to the base of my c**k.

When she got to my chest, she didn’t stop. She licked one line all the way down the center of my sternum, slow and steady, and the second she hit my abs, she dragged her tongue in lazy little zigzags that made

every muscle in my body twitch

She didn’t break eye contact. Not once. Her eyes stayed on mine, daring me to move, daring me to speak, daring me to lose control.

And I wanted to.

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I wanted to grab her hair. I wanted to shove my c**k in her mouth. I wanted to throw her on the floor and f**k

her until she cried.

But I didn’t.

Because she told me not to.

Because her voice had shifted.

Because she was in control now.

And I wanted to see how far she’d take it.

When she finally got to my lower stomach, I stopped breathing. Her lips grazed the top of my groin, just

above the base of my c**k, and she kissed that skin like it was holy.

Like it was f*****g precious. Her mouth didn’t touch my c**k–not yet–but I could feel the heat from it. I could

feel her breath brushing over the tip. I could feel her fingers tracing over my inner thighs, moving higher,

higher, until I was shaking from restraint.

“Kitten,” I warned, my voice tighter now. My muscles were straining. My thighs were spread. My c**k was

twitching so hard it was starting to throb.

And she looked up at me.

With those wide, innocent eyes and that mouth full of wickedness.

“Shhh, Daddy,” she whispered again, biting her lip before she smiled. “Didn’t I say you talk too much?”

She looked up at me from between my spread thighs, hair wild, lips glossy, t**s leaking down her belly, and

that belly–f**k–it was so swollen and perfect. My pups were inside her.

And here she was, kneeling in front of me like she hadn’t already been f****d to the edge of oblivion, like she hadn’t already squirted and screamed and taken every drop I gave her.

She grinned.

“You’re a very naughty boy, Daddy,” she said, tilting her head and dragging her fingers slowly down my thigh.

Her nails scratched lightly at my skin, not enough to hurt, just enough to make my muscles twitch beneath

her.

“You sit here acting all powerful, but the second I shake my ass or touch your c**k, you’re panting like a good little mutt in heat.”

I growled, and she giggled like I was adorable.

“Oh, did that bother you? Did that get under your skin?” she asked, her tone high and mocking, like I wasn’t the Alpha here. Like I wasn’t the one who’d bred her raw.

“What happened to the big bad wolf? Hmm? Look at you now. Arms up. Legs spread. c**k twitching like it wants to beg.”

She leaned in closer, pressing her t**s softly against my inner thighs as she nuzzled her face closer to the base of my c**k, still not touching it,

still just breathing heat all around it like her mouth was made to torture.

“I could do anything I wanted to you right now,” she whispered, licking the crease of my thigh so slow it made my c**k jump. “You’d let me. You want me to. You’re dying to see what your little kitten’s gonna do next, aren’t

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you?”

I didn’t answer.

I couldn’t.

I was too busy trying not to c*m from her f*****g voice.

“You’ve had all the control, Daddy,” she continued, mouth still inches from where I needed it. “You’ve pinned me. f****d me. Made me scream. Made me leak. Made me yours.”

Then she paused. Smiled. And whispered:

“But tonight? I own this cock.”

My entire body shuddered.

She hadn’t even touched it yet–hadn’t even wrapped those sweet, sinful lips around me–and I was already f*****g twitching, already fighting not to explode.

She was there, on her knees between my spread legs, belly curved, t**s leaking milk onto the floor, her voice

soaked in control like she’d been born to dominate me.

Then she licked her lips. Again.

And smiled.

That slow, dark, evil smile that told me she wasn’t just playing anymore.

She was plotting.

“Hmm,” she hummed, tapping her finger against her chin while her eyes raked over my chest, my abs, my c**k, my thighs. “I’ll need oil for this.”

My brain stuttered.

Oil?

What the f**k did she need oil for?

“Stay right there, Daddy,” she purred, standing up so slow it made my c**k ache just watching her thighs flex. “Legs still spread. Arms still where they are. Don’t move an inch, baby. Not one.”

Then she turned around.

And f*****g walked away.

Swaying her hips like she had music in her bones. Her ass jiggled with every step, thick and slick and bouncing like she’d been trained in seduction by the Moon herself.

Her back arched. Her hair swung. And between her thighs, I could still see the shine of her wetness trickling down, proof that her little display was making her just as wet as I was desperate.

f**k.

I couldn’t look away.

I couldn’t f*****g breathe.

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She was going for oil?

The f**k was she planning?

My wolf started pacing again, snarling inside my head like he needed answers.

“She’s going to slick her hands and f**k our c**k until we forget our name. She’s going to ride us with oil dripping down her thighs. She’s going to slide us in so deep the chair breaks.”

“You should stop her. You won’t. You f*****g love it. You love being hers. Look at you, Alpha. Obeying. Begging. Open. Waiting. Dripping.”

I growled under my breath, but I didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Because whatever she was about to do with that oil?

It was going to f*****g wreck me.

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Okay first of all… y’all probably wanna know why the hell I left this sexy, panting, c**k–drenched Alpha tied up to a chair and went to go get oil like I’m about to fry plantain or something.

Right?

You’re like..girl what the f**k is wrong with you? Are you not pregnant? Is your p***y not already sore? Are your t**s not leaking enough milk to feed a whole orphanage? Shouldn’t you be laying down with an ice pack instead of grabbing oil like it’s about to be round ten in a porn shoot??

Because I had a plan.

And that plan was: make my Alpha Daddy lose his mind.

Not just a little. Not just get him horny and make him c*m once like some regular b***h. No. I was going to

ruin him.

I was going to break every last thread of his self–control until he was twitching, leaking, knotting me again without even realizing he did it, and begging to c*m in his own Omega’s name like he was praying.

So yes. I brought oil.

And I brought attitude with it.

I walked back into that room like I was a goddess returning to her temple, my skin glowing, my slick thighs

practically glistening with how soaked I already was, and my hand clutching that oil like it was the sacred weapon I was about to use to bring a grown–ass Alpha to his knees.

And when I saw him?

Oh. My. f*****g. Goddess.

He was still sitting there with his legs spread wide, arms stretched behind him gripping the chair like a

desperate sinner clinging to the last bit of heaven before he fell straight into hell, and his c**k–his c**k–was

standing so tall and twitching so hard I swear it was crying for me.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to.

+ dropped right between his thighs and poured that oil into my palm, slow as sin, letting every single drop

catch the light like I was pouring gold. And when that warm oil hit my skin and I wrapped my slick, dripping

hand around his c**k?

He moaned.

Not just any moan.

It was that kind of deep, helpless, primal moan that shoots straight up a girl’s spine and makes her cunt

clench so hard it hurts.

His hips didn’t move. He didn’t dare disobey me. But his entire body shuddered like I had just cast a spell on his d**k.

And maybe I did. Because the way he looked at me? Like I was magic. Like I was his curse and his salvation

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at the same time.

Like he didn’t know whether to worship me or f*****g cry.

So I stroked.

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Long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the tip, twisting slightly, squeezing just enough to make his thighs twitch, and his c**k started leaking so much I had to use both hands to keep the rhythm going.

“You see now?” I whispered as I looked up at him, mouth right over the head of his c**k, letting my breath. tickle the tip without ever touching it. “You see why I brought the oil?”

He didn’t answer. He just groaned and threw his head backwards.

So I stood up, straddled his lap like I was sitting on a throne, and when I slid the head of his c**k into my p***y?

We both gasped.

At the same time.

Because he was hot. He was hard. He was soaked. And I was wetter than I’ve ever been in my life.

The oil mixed with my slick and made everything glide like a dream, and I sank down on him..inch by inch until I was sitting all the way down and moaning into his mouth like a girl in heat who finally got her favorite toy back.

I started rolling my hips. Letting his c**k rub against every single sensitive spot inside me while my swollen belly pressed tight against his abs and my milk dripped down my stomach and smeared across his chest.

“You like this, Daddy?” I moaned in his ear, gripping his shoulders as I bounced just once, slow and hard enough to make my thighs slap down and his breath catch.

“You like watching your pregnant little Omega ride you like a c**k–hungry w***e? You like when I take control and make your c**k mine?”

He didn’t growl. He didn’t speak. He just shivered.

And that was all I needed.

Because I didn’t stop. I didn’t slow down. I started riding him for real, bouncing on his c**k like it was my full–time job. The oil made it so slick I could feel him glide in and out with this filthy, wet sound that echoed in the room every time my hips dropped.

Slap. Slap. Slap.

My thighs were clapping. My belly was bouncing.

And my t**s were leaking milk all over his stomach like I was marking him.

I leaned forward, panting, grinding down as hard as I could, and I said it naughty as hell.

“This c**k is mine now.”

His head fell back and he let out this low, broken sound that made my whole p***y spasm.

“Say it,” I whispered. “Say it, Daddy. Say this c**k belongs to me.”

“You own it,” he growled, voice barely there. “You f*****g own me.”

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I moaned so loud it echoed. I clenched around him. I felt his knot start to swell. And I smiled.

f**k I’m going to c*m.

I swear to everything holy, unholy, and everything dripping between my legs right now, I am going to c*m, and it’s not going to be pretty or soft or polite. It’s going to be filthy.

The kind of orgasm that turns your body into jelly and your voice into a scream you can’t control. The kind that makes your soul leave your body, look down at you, and go, “Damn, girl.”

Because this man..this Alpha, this goddamn daddy with his c**k twitching inside me like it’s got its own heartbeat..is breaking me.

And I love it.

I’m riding him like I was born for it. Like this was my purpose. Like my slick little cunt was molded to take every inch of him and wring him dry.

My hips are bouncing, my belly is pressed tight to his abs, my t**s are leaking milk all over his chest, and every single drop of oil I poured on us is making this the wettest, nastiest, most godforsaken s*x of my entire

life.

And I’m not stopping. I can’t.

Because his c**k is twitching so hard I can feel every vein, every pulse, every needy throb of him inside me.

His knot is swelling. His grip is tightening. His jaw is clenched so hard I can see his teeth grinding, and his eyes are locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.

And I am.

Right now, I am his whole world.

His little Omega, eighteen and dripping and ruined.

His good girl turned filthy rider.

His pregnant mess of a mate who’s losing her mind on his c**k and about to c*m so hard she’ll probably

squirt.

“Daddy,” I moaned, dragging my nails down his chest while my thighs slapped against his with every drop of

my hips. “Daddy, I can’t–f**k–I’m gonna c*m. I’m gonna c*m all over you. I’m gonna make a mess. I can’t

hold it, I can’t..”

“I can’t hold it!”

Oh my God, I can’t f*****g hold it. My whole body is shaking, and I swear my p***y is about to suck the soul.

out of his c**k if I c*m again like this.

I’m bouncing on him, soaking him, riding him like I’ve never ridden anything in my life, and my legs are jelly. My thighs are clapping against his. My swollen belly is bouncing.

His c**k is so deep inside me I feel like I can’t breathe, and the only words I can manage right now are

coming out in one loud, desperate moan

“I can’t–I can’t hold it, Daddy–f**k–I’m gonna cum..”

Before I even finish the sentence, Damon grabs my ass so hard I scream.

His fingers dig deep into my flesh, squeezing, spreading me wider as he slams my hips down and holds me there like he’s daring me to move.

His c**k is twitching inside me, so thick, so hot, so f*****g swollen it feels like I’m splitting open all over again. My eyes roll back. My hands grip his shoulders like I’m falling. My mouth hangs open like I’m choking on the orgasm crawling up my spine.

“f**k,” he growls, low and savage, his voice so deep it vibrates through my cunt. “Pour the oil on my chest,

kitten.”

Oh my God. Oh my f*****g God. Did he just..

I reached for the bottle like I was under a spell, like my brain wasn’t even working anymore and I was just a slutty little puppet doing whatever my Alpha told me to.

My hand was shaking. My t**s were bouncing. I tilted the bottle and let the oil spill right over his chest.

Thick, glossy, dripping trails of gold ran down his muscles. His abs shimmered. His n*****s gleamed. The sight of it made my p***y clamp down again, tight enough to make us both groan at the same time.

And then I lost it.

I put both my hands on his chest, slippery with oil, and I bounced harder.

Not just cute little bounces. I mean hard. Wet. Loud. Slap after slap, my thighs hit his. My t**s hit my belly. My belly hit his abs.

And his cock..his c**k was destroying me. I could feel every vein. Every pulse. I was sliding up and down that

shaft like my cunt was possessed and starving.

“Daddy,” I cried, dragging my hands over his chest, oil making it easy to glide over every ridge of his body. “Oh my God, I can’t–I can’t–I’m gonna f*****g c*m again, I swear–I can’t stop..”

My hand flew to the back of his head, grabbing a fistful of his hair, and I pulled. I bounced harder. Faster. The oil made my skin slick against his. His c**k was hitting my deepest spot with every thrust. I was so close it

hurt.

And then I heard him.

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Fuck Daddy’s gonna c’m now f**k Daddy’s gonna c*m. I wanna c*m on your pretty face, kitten. I want you

on your knees when I c*m. Fuck. I’m cumming. On your knees now.”

The moment he said it, my whole body reacted before my brain could catch up.

I slid off his lap so fast it was like my soul had been yanked downward. My thighs were trembling.

My p***y was still gaping and soaked from how hard I’d been riding him, and yet I dropped to my knees between his wide–spread legs like I’d been waiting my whole life for this moment.

1 looked up at him with my mouth open, tongue out, eyes wide. I didn’t care that I looked ruined. I didn’t care that my face was flushed, my skin was shiny with oil, and my thighs were soaked from slick and sweat.

I wanted it. I wanted all of it. I wanted to be his dirty little girl with Daddy’s c*m painting my entire f*****g face.

And the second his fist gripped his c**k, I knew I was about to get it.

He didn’t stroke it more than once. He didn’t need to. That thick, angry c**k was already twitching so violently I thought it might c*m from the way I looked at it.

His knuckles were white. His abs were flexed so hard I could see every ridge. And when he let go..when he roared, head thrown back, body locked tight..

I watched the first hot, thick rope of c*m shoot from the tip and slap against my cheek with a wet, filthy sound that made my p***y clench so tight it hurt.

The second rope hit me right across my lips. It smeared down my chin and onto my throat. The third

splashed onto my tongue, and I moaned loud.

I f*****g moaned because I could taste him. Because I could feel it dripping down my skin. Because I was

completely covered in his c*m and I was proud of it.

He was still coming. More hot streams of c*m painted my throat, my t**s, the top of my belly. I felt it running between my breasts, mixing with my milk, sliding down my stomach. It was everywhere. My mouth. My nose.

My lashes. My jaw. My entire f*****g chest.

And I didn’t move. I stayed right there, mouth wide, tongue out, face tilted up like the little c*m–hungry kitten l

knew I was.

Because this was what I wanted. This was what I needed. I wanted to be drenched in him. I wanted to smell

like him. I wanted to be the mess he made.

When the last drip finally oozed from his c**k and landed on the curve of my t**s, I looked up at him. His

chest was rising and falling like he’d just run a marathon.

His arms were trembling. His eyes were locked on me like I was his obsession, his downfall, his heaven and his hell all in one.

I wiped a thick drop of c*m off my cheek with one finger. I dragged it slowly to my mouth and sucked it off with a wet pop. I made sure he watched every second of it. I made sure he knew that I wasn’t just letting him

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mark me..I wanted it.

“Thank you for the meal, Daddy,” I said, my voice low and sweet. “You came so much. You covered me. You

made me your canvas.”

I said it slowly, proudly, with my mouth still wet and my tongue catching the last creamy drop sitting on my lower lip.

My voice came out soft but filthy, soaked in everything I had just taken. I was still on my knees.

My body was trembling, my chest was rising and falling with every breath, and my entire face–my cheeks, my lips, my chin, even my lashes–was painted in Daddy’s c*m.

And I f*****g loved it.

I looked up at him with my tongue out, not even pretending to be innocent.

“You taste so good,” I whispered, licking my lip again and dragging my finger across my cheek where his c*m

had landed thick and hot.

“You gave me so much, Daddy. You made such a mess all over me. My face, my t**s, my throat..fuck, I’m

covered.”

I sucked that c*m off my finger with a pop, and I moaned while doing it.

I didn’t stop there. I reached between my t**s, collecting more of it where it had mixed with my milk, and I

smeared it across my chest like lotion.

My skin was slick and shiny and hot. I could feel it sliding down the curve of my breasts and pooling in the space between them. I could feel it on my stomach, on my belly, on my lips.

And I f*****g adored it.

“I’m such a good girl for you, aren’t I?” I said, voice trembling but steady, hand sliding up his thigh as I stared

at his c**k still twitching in front of me.

“I made you c*m so hard. I made your c**k throb. You couldn’t even help yourself, Daddy. You painted me like

I was your canvas.”

I leaned in and kissed the head of his c**k, slow and wet, tasting the drop that was still clinging to the tip. My

eyes never left his. My mouth stayed open..

“I’m still hungry,” I whispered. “I want more.”

He looked down at me with that wrecked, dangerous stare that made my heart skip and my p***y clench. His chest was still rising fast. His abs were tight. His hand flexed at his side like he was barely restraining

himself.

“You look so f*****g filthy right now he growled. “Covered in my c*m. Proud of it. You’re perfect like this. My Omega. My slut. My beautiful little/c*m–drenched kitten.”

I whimpered.

My thighs squeezed together. I stroked his c**k once, slow and tight, and it jerked in my hand.

“I want your c**k to spray c*m on me,” I said, breathless and desperate. “I want to feel you get hard again. I want to taste every drop. I want to swallow you, Daddy. Please. Let me be your good girl.”

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He moved slowly, his hand reaching out, fingers sliding into my hair like he was claiming me all over again.

His thumb smeared more c’m across my cheek before dragging down to my chin. He tilted my head up with that grip, firm and possessive, and his voice dropped low.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, eyes locked on mine. “And don’t close it until I say.”

And I did. I opened my mouth wide like I was starving, like I’d just crawled through hell to kneel at his feet and beg for another taste of his c*m. My tongue hung out.

And he watched me.

Like he’d built me for this.

He grabbed the base of his c**k, thick and veiny and still rock–hard, and started stroking it with one strong, slick fist. His hand moved fast.

Like he was desperate to c*m again, and this time, he wanted to give me every single drop straight from his soul. His hips jerked.

His jaw clenched. His muscles tightened, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he fisted his c**k

right in front of my face.

“f**k,” he groaned, staring down at me like I was holy. “You look like a dream, kitten: You’re on your knees

with my c*m all over your face. You’re so ready for it. You want more, don’t you?”

I nodded slowly, tongue still out, my voice barely steady from how bad I needed him.

“Yes, Daddy. I want more. I want to taste it. I want to feel it. I want you to c*m all over my tongue. On my face.

On my t**s. Everywhere. Please, give it to me again.”

“f*****g hell,” he growled, it was turning him on, his strokes growing faster, c**k pulsing violently in his hand.

“You’re going to take it. Every f*****g drop. You’re going to sit there and let me mark you again.”

And then he came again.

It hit me like fire.

The first stream shot straight into my mouth, hot and thick and powerful, and I moaned loud around it,

opening wider, swallowing it down like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

The second sprayed across my lips, across my tongue, down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it. I let it run. I let it

coat me.

The third hit me in the center of my chest, splashing between my t**s and mixing with the milk still leaking

from my swollen n*****s.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat, by the weight of it, by how much there was.

And he didn’t stop. Another rope hit my left breast, soaking the top of it, streaking across my skin in a long,

sticky line. The next hit both n*****s at once.

The sight of it, white c*m dripping from the tips of my leaking t**s made my p***y pulse again so hard I almost collapsed.

“More,” I whispered, licking around my mouth, tasting every drop I could reach. “Please daddy keep going”

“f**k, kitten,” he groaned, voice raw and wrecked. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”

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And then it happened again for the last time.

One last thick burst of c*m shot from his c**k, landing directly on the bridge of my nose and sliding down between my eyes.

I blinked, moaned, opened my mouth wider just in case another drop was coming, and smiled as I felt it roll down to join the mess already dripping across my lips and jaw.

He moaned again, lower this time, almost like a whimper, like his whole body had been emptied.

His hand loosened around his c**k as the final drop leaked from the tip and hung there for a second before dripping onto my chest, right where his other load had pooled earlier.

And then..just as I was dragging my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, still kneeling in the mess of my own ruin..we both heard it.

His phone rang.

It cut through the silence and I blinked, still panting, still dripping, still painted like his personal masterpiece.

He didn’t move at first.

Just stood there, breathless, eyes locked on me like I was the center of his entire f*****g world. His jaw flexed. His brow twitched. The sound of the phone ringing again made his expression shift.

“f**k,” he muttered under his breath, growling like the sound offended him. “That must be from the pack.”

I swallowed, still tasting him, my eyes wide as I licked a drop of c*m from my upper lip and pressed my t**S

together to feel the warmth of it leaking down my chest.

He didn’t even look toward the phone.

“I’ll answer them tomorrow,” he said.

“Right now, I gotta get you all cleaned up.”

I smiled cause honestly I couldn’t wait to see what his version of “cleaned up” meant.

So, folks… did I have the most mind–blowing, toe–curling, body–shaking experience of my entire life? Hell

f*****g–yes.

My p***y’s still throbbing, my thighs are sore as hell, and I swear I can still taste him on my tongue. And I just

know some of you filthy little bitches are horny right now..don’t lie, I see you b***h.

Anyway… just when I thought everything was fine.

Something happened.

Wanna know what it was?

See you in the next chapter, sluts. Muah.

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Okay. So. Let me just start by saying last night was… yeah. The filthiest, wettest, hottest, most soul–shaking night of my entire life. I am not exaggerating. I am not being dramatic. I am being so f*****g serious.

But listen..if you think it ended after he came all over my face, t**s, and belly, you are deeply mistaken.

Damon doesn’t stop there. He doesn’t just c*m on you, say “good girl,” and roll over like some basic ass man. No. He cleans you. He worships you. He claims you all over again while wiping you down like you’re his most prized possession.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Right after the last drop of his c*m landed on my lips and slid down to my chin, he looked at me like I was his. Not just his slut. Not just his Omega. Not just his c*m–drenched kitten. But his whole f*****g world.

Then he pulled me up from the floor, slow and careful like I was delicate even though he’d just spent an hour ruining me. He carried me to the bedcarried me, belly and all and laid me down like I was made of glass and

S*X.

Then came the towel.

I don’t know where he got it from. I didn’t care. My brain was mush. My body was still buzzing. I just laid there in the mess he made, grinning like the slut I am while he started at my face.

He wiped my cheeks, my mouth, my jaw, my chin. I was soaked in him and he wiped me clean like he was polishing something sacred.

Then he kissed my forehead, licked the last drop off my nose, and said–I swear to God–he said, “Can’t waste

what’s mine.”

I moaned. Right there. Just from that.

Then he moved down to my chest.

He didn’t just wipe. He cupped. He massaged. He thumbed over my hard n*****s, spreading his c*m and my milk together like he was painting something on my skin. I was whimpering.

I was sensitive. I told him to be careful. I told him I was still twitching. And he looked me dead in the eyes

said, “That’s what I like, kitten.”

And I swear to the f*****g Moon, I nearly came again.

Then he went lower.

and

He kissed my belly. Told me how beautiful I looked. Told me I looked even sexier leaking from the inside and

the outside. I was shaking. I was soaked. I was limp with overstimulation and he hadn’t even touched my

p***y again yet.

But he did. Of course he did. Because Damon can’t not taste his mess. He spread my legs. He dropped to his knees again.

And he licked me clean. Like he was tasting honey and filth and power

all in one. His tongue dragged through

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my folds. He sucked gently on my clit. He whispered, “You’re still so sweet, kitten, and my eyes rolled back

I didn’t even know where I was anymore.

When he finally finished, I was trembling from head to toe. And honestly it was the best feeling I’d ever

known.

He pulled me into his arms. He tucked me under the covers. He kissed my neck. And then he whispered it.

“Rest now, baby girl.”

That’s the last thing I remember before I completely passed out in his arms, fully f****d, fully ruined, and fully in love with a man who should be illegal.

Now fast forward to this morning. Sunlight is pouring into the house like it owns the damn place. My hair is a

mess. And Damon? He’s standing by the window shirtless, holding his phone, casually sipping espresso like

he didn’t turn me into his own personal c*m dump last night.

Like he didn’t knock me the f**k up with the strength of ten Alpha wolves and then whisper bedtime lullabies

into my ear while my body convulsed from overstimulation.

And I swear I was trying to be normal. I was. I sat up, wiped my eyes, looked around for my phone, and said

the most innocent thing ever:

“Can I go to school today?”

Y’all, Y’all.

This man turned around so slowly it felt like a horror movie. His eyes were blazing. His jaw clenched. His

voice dropped an octave so deep I felt it in my pelvic bone.

“No, kitten.”

I blinked. “What?”

“You’re not going to school.”

I laughed. Like actually laughed. Because I thought he was joking. “Damon, I’m pregnant. Not dead. I have

exams–coming up.”

He set his espresso down. Walked toward me like a panther. All calm and deadly. “You are carrying my pups,” he said. “You will be homeschooled from now on. And since you’re in your last year of high school, it only

makes it easier.”

I looked at him like he had grown two heads. “You’re insane.”

“And you’re glowing.”

“Stop trying to be charming.”

“I’m not. You’re literally glowing. You have my scent all over you. You think I’m going to let you waltz into a school full of teenage boys while you’re with my pups inside you? Funny kitten. Very funny”

I covered my face with the blanket and screamed into it. I wanted to kick him. I wanted to strangle him. I wanted to f**k him again just to make a point. I did none of those things,

Instead, I peeked out and snapped, “You don’t get to dictate my life!”

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He knelt in front of the bed, rested one hand on my belly, and tilted his head like he was speaking to a bratty kitten instead of a hormonal, pregnant teenager he raw–dogged all night.

“I do now,” he said.

I gaped at him. “Excuse me?!”

“You’re mine,” he murmured. “Every part of you. That womb is mine. That cunt is mine. That mouth you’re using to argue with me? Also mine. So no, baby girl, you don’t get to decide anymore. Not when you’re carrying my legacy.”

“I hate you,” I hissed, even though my thighs clenched like a goddamn vice and I was already wet again just

from his voice.

He smirked. “Your t**s say otherwise.”

I shrieked and threw a pillow at him. He caught it with one hand and tossed it aside like I hadn’t just tried to

murder him via cotton. “Damon!”

“Kitten,” he said slowly, “if you don’t lie back down right now, I swear to the Moon, I will bend you over this bed and f**k my pups deeper until you’re too swollen to walk, let alone study.”

I blinked at him. My mouth opened. Then closed. Then opened again like I was trying to compute the level of audacity this man had just thrown at me at 9:12 AM on a weekday.

I was pregnant. I had cramps in my back. And this grown–ass man had the nerve to threaten and fill me more just because I said the word “school.”

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“What?” I screeched, yanking the sheet up over my chest like suddenly I had modesty–like this man didn’t spend all of last night knotted inside me while telling me how sweet my p***y tasted.

“Are you actually listening to yourself? Damon. You sound insane. Do you hear the words coming out of your

mouth?”

He just tilted his head. Like a predator watching his prey lose its mind in slow motion. His eyes didn’t blink. His arms crossed. And that little smile? That smug little twitch of his lips? I wanted to rip it off his face and

shove it down his throat.

“No,” I said, my voice rising as I sat up straighter in the bed, “you don’t get to make decisions for me. You don’t get to dictate my life. I’m not your prisoner. I’m not some cartel Omegas locked in a tower popping out pups on demand. I am a senior in high school. I have a future. I have dreams. I want to graduate. I want to go

to prom.

I want to walk across the stage and wear that ugly gown and hold my little paper that says I

survived school and didn’t die!”

Damon’s eyebrow went up like I was amusing him. Amusing. Him.

“And you know what?” I shouted, now full–on ranting as I flung the covers off and sat there in my milk–stained

skin, with bed hair and c*m on my thighs and my whole body sore and overstimulated.

“I don’t want to be homeschooled in your luxury house like some..some naked, pregnant housepet with Alpha juice leaking out of her twenty–four–seven!”

He was smirking now.

I picked up the pillow and threw it at his face with everything I had.

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“Don’t laugh at me! I’m serious! I am hormonal! I am emotional! My t**s are heavy! And you keep calling me

kitten like I’m not allowed to be mad!”

He caught the pillow. Slowly placed it down. Then climbed onto the bed like a predator preparing to strike. I

shuffled back instantly.

“Don’t you dare, Damon. I mean it.”

“You’re leaking again,” he said calmly.

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.”

“You’re ruining my life.”

“I’m giving you a better one.”

“You’re turning me into a barefoot, naked, homeschooled milk cow.”

“You’re carrying my pups.”

He leaned closer, eyes locked on mine.

“You’re mine.”

That one hit harder than I expected. Because it didn’t sound possessive this time. It didn’t s or a claim or a horny Alpha marking his Omega again. It sounded… honest.

ke a threat

He looked at my belly. Reached out and cupped the soft curve gently. His thumb rubbed over my skin like he was memorizing it. Like he didn’t trust the world not to take it from him.

“You’re my world now,” he said. “You. Them. Everything. And I’ll protect it with my life. Even if that means protecting you from yourself.”

And just like that, I cracked.

I burst into tears.