Ch. 26..30: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 26-30

Favorite Sin 26

And oh my God

Oh my f*****g God

The way he said that

I swear I almost blacked out

I think I actually stopped breathing for a second because the second those two words left his mouth my whole body clenched like it was trying to trap the sound inside me

“I’m coming”

That’s what he said

Just that

No hesitation no emotion just those two words like a command and a promise and a punishment all rolled into one and holy f*****g hell my entire soul just split down the middle and let the filth pour out

My p***y clenched so hard I thought I might scream again

My panties were already soaked and now they felt like a wet slap against my core and my n*****s were still aching from how cold the rain was and how hot my body still felt and my legs were useless at this point they weren’t even supporting me anymore they were just twitching and trembling and pressing together like maybe I could rub myself against my own skin and get one more orgasm out before he showed up and found

me like this

Found me wrecked

Found me dirty

Found me needy and dripping and ruined like I’d never been touched in my life and now one word from him had turned me into a panting f*****g mess under a tree in the goddamn raín

I could hear the engine start on the other end of the line.

That low angry growl that sounded just like him when he was pissed off and trying to stay calm.

My heart jumped into my throat

Oh my God he was really coming

Like actually coming

He wasn’t bluffing he wasn’t playing

The man was in his car and I could hear the leather seat creaking under his weight and I could hear the click of his lighter and the way he inhaled that first drag of his cigarette like he needed it to stop himself from exploding and I could hear the way the tires squealed as he pulled out of wherever the hell he was and aimed himself straight for me

And I was just here

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Sitting and waiting in the dirt

Still wet

Still trembling

Still high off the orgasm I gave myself five f*****g minutes ago

My whole body was pulsing

My throat was tight

My breath kept catching

I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and in my fingertips and in my f*****g clit

And then he said it again.

His voice lower this time

Rougher

Like a shadow crawling out of the phone and wrapping around my neck

“Stay exactly where you are kitten”

Kitten? When did he start calling me that?

“Don’t move a f*****g inch”

My lips parted

I couldn’t even answer

I think I just made this little sound like a wounded animal or a girl seconds away from begging because!

swear to God my body reacted so fast it was like I’d been electrocuted

Every muscle locked up

Every nerve flared

My eyes fluttered shut like my body didn’t even know how to handle this level of want

I didn’t move

I couldn’t

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I just sat there knees pressed together chest heaving hands shaking with mud and rain and leftover slick and shame and something darker something worse something better

And then

The voice that f*****g killed me

“If you so much do before I get there I swear I’ll f**k you right there in the mud

I screamed

Not out loud but inside

My whole brain screamed

My whole body screamed

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Every single part of me just shattered into glitter and filth and fire.

Because what the hell

Who says that

Who means that

Who growls that into your ear like it’s nothing but a warning you’ll secretly pray he makes good on

I felt my eyes roll back

I felt my thighs twitch again.

I felt my breath leave me like I’d just been f****d senseless without even being touched

I wanted it

I wanted it so bad it hurt

I wanted his hands on me and his voice in my ear and his mouth saying even worse things

I wanted him to grab me and bend me and humiliate me and make me forget I was ever a virgin sitting alone at a party crying because I wasn’t the one getting touched

I didn’t want to be the quiet girl anymore

I didn’t want to be the weird one or the watcher or the backup friend or the innocent little loser in the corner while everyone else got what I secretly craved like oxygen

I wanted to be the girl he ruined

The girl he broke

The girl he spanked in the f*****g rain just like he said

I swear I was moaning again.

Just from the idea

And then the phone went silent

The line went dead

He didn’t say goodbye

He didn’t say wait

He didn’t say a single thing.

He just left me with that threat still ringing in my ears and the sound of his engine still echoing through my bones and the knowledge that he was already on his way and that this wasn’t a game

I looked down at myself

Dress soaked

Skin flushed

Hair clinging to my cheeks like vines

My hands still twitching with the urge to slide back under my panties and push myself over the edge one

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more time before he got here and made me regret it

And I smiled

Oh my God

I actually smiled

Because Damon was coming

And I wanted every second of what he was about to do to me.

*Five mins later*

I saw the car first as it turned the corner like it was angry at the road, headlights cutting through the rain like

they were searching for someone to punish.

And then it stopped.

Right there.

Right at the edge of the grass like the entire universe had lined up for this moment.

I froze for like one second

One tiny second

And then I screamed

“Damon!”

I don’t know why I screamed his name like that

Like a little girl seeing Santa

Or like a slut seeing her favorite c**k

Probably both

My legs moved before my brain could even keep up

I ran straight out from under the tree, into the storm, not even thinking about h

insane I looked, how wet I

was, how my dress was literally see–through at this point

Like actually transparent

Like you could see my n*****s

My whole f*****g boobs

Because guess what

I didn’t wear a bra

Thanks to Tasha and her brilliant “it’ll ruin the look” speech

And not just that

My panties weren’t even normal panties

They were g–string

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Black

Thin

Useless against the rain

Now they were just clinging between my ass cheeks and showing off every single curve like I was auditioning

for a porno in the middle of a thunderstorm.

He jumped out of the car

Slammed the door shut so hard the whole street shook

And when he looked at me

When he saw me standing there, soaked, dress plastered to my skin, n*****s hard, p***y dripping

He stopped

He didn’t move

Didn’t blink

Didn’t breathe

His mouth actually parted

Like he’d just seen something unholy

“Get under the tree, Lyra,” he shouted across the yard, his voice so deep and rough it slid straight between my

legs. “I’ll come meet you there.”

I obeyed so fast it was embarrassing

Ran back under the tree like a drenched little slut who couldn’t wait for her punishment

And then

He came

Stormed over like a f*****g god

Soaked

Pissed

Towering

He stopped right in front of me, dripping rain, shirt sticking to his chest, sweatpants clinging to his thighs, his hair soaked and falling in messy strands over his forehead

“What the hell, Lyra,” he barked. “You’re soaking wet. This is not what you girls said the party would be. Both of you are in so much trouble. Especially you.”

Especially me

He said especially me

I almost moaned

His eyes locked with mine and I swear I could see the moment it hit him

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That I wasn’t wearing a bra

That my n*****s were right there, poking through the drenched fabric like they were begging for his tongue

His gaze dropped

From my eyes

To my mouth

Then to my chest

And he froze again

Just stood there

Staring

And I didn’t even try to hide it

I tilted my shoulders back just slightly

Pushed my t**s forward like a f*****g invitation

And oh God

He licked his lips

He actually licked his lips

Then reached down and adjusted his sweatpants like he thought I wouldn’t notice

Like I wouldn’t see the thick, hard outline of his d**k straining against the grey fabric

And holy s**t

He was hard

He was so f*****g hard

My whole body clenched just watching him fight it

Watching him struggle not to look at me like he wanted to bend me over right there in the mud

Then he snapped his head to the side like he needed to breathe

“Where the hell is Tasha,” he growled

Oh

Right

Tasha

Should I tell him the truth

Should I say oh she’s getting dicked down by six strangers while she moans like a pornstar and forgets I even

exist

Because I want to

I want to so bad

Because I’m pissed

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And horny

And kind of evil right now

But no

I lie

“Oh… Tasha left me to go to another party.”

He flinched

“What!”

“She’s fine,” I said quickly, shrugging like it didn’t bother me. “She’s totally fine.”

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“She’s fine,” he snapped, stepping closer. “Have you even seen this rain. It’s pouring. She could be dead in a

ditch.”

I nearly laughed

Oh she’s not dead

She’s very much alive and getting stuffed like a thanksgiving turkey

But I didn’t say that

Instead I smiled

Sweet

Slow

Evil

“She’s perfectly fine, Daddy.”

And then everything stopped

His eyes snapped to mine

His jaw clenched so tight I could see it twitch

“What did you just call me,” he said, low

Real low

Like warning low

Like f**k–me–right–now low

I swallowed

My whole body buzzed

I didn’t answer

Just pressed my arms together, squeezed my t**s tighter, made sure the fabric hugged every curve

I saw his eyes darken

“Are you doing that on purpose,” he said, licking his lips again

Like he couldn’t help it

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Like he was losing control

I leaned back slowly

Let my spine press against the tree trunk.

Let my lashes flutter like I was confused

“Doing what,” I whispered

“Do you want me to suck them,” he asked, and it wasn’t really a question, it was a warning.

He said it.

He actually f*****g said it.

And the way he said it.

Low

Slow

Like a threat

Like a dare

Like he was already tasting them in his mouth

My breath caught

My whole body jolted like someone plugged me into an electric socket

I couldn’t speak

I couldn’t move

I just stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips while my chest rose and fell too fast, way too fast, like my lungs forgot how to work

Because I swear I felt it

Felt that sentence touch me

Right. On. My. n****e.

My clit pulsed like it heard him too

It was throbbing

I was throbbing

Every inch of me was tight and desperate and screaming please please yes please take them please bite

them please ruin me Daddy please

But I didn’t say it

I didn’t even breathe it

I just looked at him

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~Lyra~

I pretended to be shocked

Played dumb

Because I wanted him to snap

I wanted him to lose it

I wanted to push him to that line and make him cross it

So I leaned back

Let my spine press harder into the tree trunk

Tilted my head like I didn’t know what he meant

“Do what,” I whispered, voice all sweet and breathy like I was the most innocent little thing on the planet

He stepped closer

So f*****g close

I could feel his heat now

Feel his chest almost brushing mine

Feel the air shift between us with tension and lust and things no girl my age should be thinking about this

hard

His breath hitched

I saw his jaw clench

I saw his eyes flick down again

Straight to my t**s

Which I was absolutely still squeezing together because f**k it I wanted him to look

I wanted to drown him in it

I wanted to watch him struggle

His hand twitched at his side like it wanted to move

Like it wanted to grab

His nostrils flared

His tongue swept over his bottom/lip like he could already taste me

And then he whispered it

This soft little growl that made my knees buckle

“Your t**s, Lyra.”

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God help me

1 almost came just hearing him say it

“I can see them through your dress,” he said, and his voice was tight now, strained, like he was holding back

something vicious. “And you know that. You f*****g know that.”

I gasped

Actually gasped

Because it wasn’t just the words

It was the way his voice cracked at the edges

Like he wanted to yell

Or moan

Or drop to his knees and suck them just to shut me up

“You’re not wearing a bra,” he added, like he needed to say it out loud, like it was driving him insane

My eyes fluttered

I let out the tiniest moan

And that was it

His control started to slip

He took another step

His chest brushed mine

His hand rose

Almost touched me

Almost cupped my breast right through the wet fabric

But he stopped

He pulled back

Shook his head

Like he was trying to remember who he was

Like he was seconds away from f*****g me under this tree and he knew it

“Lyra,” he said again, rough this time, almost pleading, “don’t play with me.” My thighs clenched

I could feel my g–string soaking now

I could feel slick leaking down the inside of my leg

I was a mess

And he hadn’t even touched me yet

“What if I’m not playing,” I whispered

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I don’t know why I said it

I don’t know where it came from

But once it was out there I couldn’t take it back

And his eyes

God

His eyes changed

Everything in his face darkened

His hand slammed into the tree beside my head, fingers digging into the bark

His body pinned me in place

His ck–hard, thick, angry–pressed against my stomach through his sweatpants and oh my f*****g God?

felt it I felt everything

“You’re not old enough to be talking like that,” he growled, his face so close I could feel his breath on my lips

“Then maybe you shouldn’t be looking at me like that,” I whispered

It was a war now

A slow, filthy, breathless war

His knuckles brushed my cheek

His other hand hovered just beneath my breast

I held still

Waiting

Daring

Begging without saying a word

Then I whimpered

Quiet

Pathetic

Accidental

And he groaned

Like the sound broke him

“I should walk away,” he muttered, more to himself than to me

“Then why haven’t you,” I whispered

His head dropped

His forehead pressed to mine

Our breaths tangled

Everything went quiet

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Except the rain

The wind

The throb between my legs

And his voice

One more time

Soft

Broken

Hungry

“Because you’re f*****g killing me,” he growled, voice all wrecked and ragged like he’d just fought a war with

himself and lost.

And I swear to God my p***y clenched so hard I almost whimpered.

Because he meant it.

He wasn’t bluffing.

He wasn’t teasing.

He was starving.

And I was the only thing on the menu.

I could feel it in the way his jaw flexed.

I could feel it in the way his chest heaved against mine.

I could feel it in the way his eyes dropped to my mouth like he was about to lose every bit of his control and f**k me right there against the tree until I cried his name.

So I smiled.

Real slow.

Real cruel.

The kind of smile that said I know exactly what I’m doing to you and I want to watch you break from it.

“Then maybe I want to kill you,” I whispered, voice soft and sugar–sweet but dripping with something filthier,

darker, wetter.

His nostrils flared.

His whole body jerked forward like he didn’t even mean to.

The hand braced beside my head curled into a fist, and the other one–oh God–the other one lifted halfway, hovering just beneath my t**s like he didn’t trust himself to touch me without ruining me.

I leaned in closer.

Close enough for my breath to ghost over his lips.

Close enough for my soaked t**s to brush his chest and make his eyes go wide.

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“Do you want to know what I was thinking about under that tree?” I whispered, so quiet, so dirty it didn’t even

sound like it came from me.

He didn’t answer.

Couldn’t.

His eyes were locked to my lips like they were dangerous.

“Hmm?” I tilted my head like I was trying to be sweet, like I wasn’t about to destroy both of us.

“Do you want to know what I was doing while you were yelling at me on the phone?”

His throat bobbed.

His breath stuttered.

I knew I had him.

So I dragged it out

Wickedly

Obscenely

“I had my hand between my legs,” I breathed, voice shaking now because I was so wet again I could feel it leaking down my thigh. “Two fingers, Daddy. Just two.”

His groan was more like a snarl.

“Slipping through my panties while I moaned your name.”

His mouth parted.

I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop.

“Thinking about your voice. That angry voice. That thick c**k pressed to your thigh while you drove like a f*****g demon to find me.”

“Lyra,” he growled.

His eyes were black.

His lips swollen from how hard he was breathing.

His hand reached up–finally–hovering over my chest.

Just a few centimeters from my n****e.

“But I didn’t come,” I whispered, eyes wide, fake innocent, soaked in filth.

He blinked like he didn’t believe me

I leaned forward.

Brushed my lips against his jaw

“I waited for you.”

His whole body twitched.

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He was trembling.

Actually trembling.

And so was I.

So I pressed my t**s together. Tighter.

Let the fabric push up around the shape of my n*****s.

Made sure he saw everything.

Then I reached up and grabbed his wrist. Brought his hand to my breast. Held it there. Let him feel it.

And whispered the final blow.

“So if you’re gonna kill me, Daddy… do it with your mouth.”

And that was it.

That was the f*****g moment.

The snap. The exact second the leash around his control finally ripped.

He twitched.

His whole body twitched like he’d just gotten struck by lightning. Like I had just flipped something inside him that shouldn’t have been touched.

His eyes went black.

I mean completely black. No color. Just blown pupils and feral hunger and that jaw. Oh my God. His jaw was so f*****g tight it looked like it could shatter.

And then his hand moved.

No words. No warning. Just heat. And hunger. And him grabbing my tit like it was his.

He didn’t f*****g hesitate.

He just grabbed it.

One second I was breathing and the next I wasn’t because his whole palm swallowed my breast through the wet, clingy fabric of my dress and his fingers closed around it like they’d been waiting their whole life to

claim me.

I moaned.

So loud.

So humiliating.

I swear I didn’t mean to be that loud. But f**k. My whole body reacted. My legs went soft. My back hit the tree and I think my soul just said f**k it and left my body because I couldn’t think anymore.

My n****e was already hard. So f*****g hard. And when he flicked it with his thumb through that drenched dress I swear to God something inside me screamed.

My knees buckled.

Completely.

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I would’ve dropped if he wasn’t pinning me there with just one hand.

My t**s were heavy and aching and crushed up against the front of his chest now and my p***y was so wet it

hurt.

Literally hurt. I could feel the slick clinging to the insides of my thighs. I could feel the air touch it. I could feel how messy I was. And all he did was touch one tit.

“You think this is a game” his voice shook. It didn’t just sound angry. It sounded wrecked. Like I had broken something inside him and he didn’t know how to put it back together.

I whimpered.

Yes I f*****g whimpered. Like a needy little b***h.

His fingers pinched my n****e through the dress and my mouth fell open again and a whole different kind of moan slipped out. Desperate. Slutty, Wet.

He pressed his forehead to mine.

His breath was pouring into my mouth. It was hot. It was heavy. It made me dizzy. I couldn’t focus on anything except the heat of his body and the pressure of his hand and the throbbing ache between my legs that was getting worse. So much worse.

Oh God. My panties.

They were done for. Ruined. Soaked through. I could feel how sticky they were. Every time I moved I felt it. That awful squelch of wet fabric against soaked skin.

And his hand just kept rolling my n****e between his fingers like he was punishing it. Slow. Tight. Dirty.

I choked. Literally choked on a moan that wasn’t even a sound. Just noise. Just breath and shame and need.

“You like this” he hissed. His mouth didn’t touch mine but it hovered. “You like teasing me like that. Calling me Daddy like a little f*****g whore.”

Yes. Yes. Yes. Say it again. Say it again. Make it worse.

I couldn’t speak.

I couldn’t even swallow.

He pinched my n****e again. This time hard.

I gasped. My whole body locked up. My hips jerked forward like I was trying to hump the air. I didn’t care. I would’ve rubbed myself against the bark of the f*****g tree if it meant relief.

“Answer me”

“Y–yes” I gasped.

“You like getting me hard in the f*****g rain” he snarled.

He twisted my n****e again and my voice broke. My moan came out cracked. I almost started crying from how badly I needed him to just touch me lower. Please. Just lower.

“You like showing me your t**s like a c**k–hungry little brat”

“I… I didn’t mean…I wasn’t…i just…“I couldn’t get the words out. My mouth wasn’t working. My brain wasn’t

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working. All I could think was f**k. f**k. f**k I’m so wet.

His hand left my tit and wrapped around my throat.

I gasped again.

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Favorite Sin 28

I couldn’t even talk straight.

I was too turned on.

Too out of my mind.

My legs were shaking. My n*****s were throbbing. My cunt was clenching around nothing like it wanted to be filled by anything. His fingers. His c**k. His f*****g voice.

He didn’t say a word.

He just stared at me. Like I was insane. Like I was stupid. Like I was the dumbest, horniest little girl in the woods for teasing a man like him.

And then he touched me again.

Not my breast this time.

So much lower.

His hand slid between us, slow like sin, and his knuckles brushed the hem of my soaked dress before he slipped under it like it was nothing. Like he owned the right.

My breath hitched.

I couldn’t move.

I couldn’t f*****g move.

His fingers were right there. Right over my thong. That stupid wet piece of string clinging to my p***y like it was the only barrier between me and being ruined forever.

He touched it.

Just one finger.

Not even inside.

Just a single teasing stroke over the center.

I gasped.

My knees gave out again and I clutched his shirt like I was going to f*****g die if he didn’t finish it.

But he didn’t.

He pulled his hand back.

And sniffed his fingers.

Sniffed them.

Like he was testing how wet I really was.

His eyes darkened even more.

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“Dripping” he murmured. “Just from a little tease. You’re dripping like a b***h in heat”

My whole face flushed. Shame and lust hit me at once.

“I can smell you” he said, voice low. “You know that? I could smell that pretty little cunt from the second you

said Daddy”

I whimpered. I didn’t know what to do. Where to put my hands. My whole body was a mess. My breasts were heaving. My thighs were trembling.

He pushed the strap of my dress down. Then the other.

My chest spilled out.

I didn’t even try to stop him.

My n*****s were hard. Tight. Pink and needy and begging for attention.

He took one in his mouth.

I screamed.

It was so sudden. So hot.

His teeth grazed my n****e before his tongue flicked it. Then he bit. Not gentle. Not soft. Enough to make my p***y contract hard.

He sucked.

His mouth was wet and rough and so f*****g good.

He didn’t stop.

He switched to the other. Bit it. Rolled it with his tongue. Flicked it. Pulled it with his lips until I was moaning and gasping and holding onto his head like I’d fall apart if he stopped.

“Such sensitive t**s” he muttered. “You moan like a slut every time I touch them”

He pinched one. Hard.

I cried out.

My cunt clenched.

I could feel my panties sticking even more now. Probably transparent. Probably soaked through.

“You like this” he growled. “You like my mouth on your t**s. You want my c**k in your mouth next”

“Please” I begged. “I don’t care. I’ll do anything. Just touch me again. Please Damon. Please. I’m dying. I swear I can’t take this anymore”

He smiled. Slow. Dangerous.

“You’re gonna beg louder than that when I’m inside you”

I whined.

Actually whined like a toy that was being turned too tight.

He sucked my n****e again. Deeper. Slower.

Then he pulled the thong aside. Not down. Just to the side.

Heat Of The Moment

His fingers touched bare skin.

He groaned.

“You’re soaked”

I nodded frantically.

“Yes. I told you. I told you I was wet. I told you I was dripping. I need you. I need your fingers. Your c**k. I don’t care where we are. I don’t care who sees. Just do something. Please Damon. I’m not playing anymore. Please. I’ll say it. I’ll say whatever you want. I’ll call you Daddy. I’ll be your slut. Just make it stop. Make it

better. Please”

He slid one finger over my bare slit.

Then another.

Then he stopped.

Pulled back again.

No.

No.

“No” I gasped. “Why–why are you stopping. Damon please. Please don’t do this. Don’t tease me like this I’m begging you. You’re f*****g killing me”

“Good” he said coldly. “Because I’m not done making you suffer yet”

He pulled my dress back up. Covered my t**s. Tucked the strap back on my shoulder like nothing had happened.

I stood there.

Destroyed.

My n*****s were raw. My cunt was slick and swollen and ruined. My whole body was on fire and he was just standing there with a f*****g smirk.

“You’re not coming tonight until I say so” he whispered in my ear. “And when you do… you’re going to cry”

I moaned.

Shameless.

f*****g loud.

I didn’t care anymore. I couldn’t care.

He turned and walked away again.

“Get in the car” he said.

“What the f**k!”

“Don’t you f*****g do this to me Damon”

I stumbled after him. My thighs were stuck together. My whole cunt was throbbing. My dress was clinging to

my body like a second skin. My n*****s were still wet from his f*****g mouth and every step I took felt like

torture.

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“Damon” I called out, my voice cracking like my restraint. “Damon what the f**k”

He didn’t answer.

He didn’t even look at me.

He reached the car first. Yanked the passenger door open. Slammed it shut with so much force it made the

entire vehicle rock.

“Damon please. Please” I kept going, breathless.

He rounded the front of the car, jaw clenched, teeth grinding like he was seconds from snapping.

And he did.

He opened his door, slammed it shut behind him and gripped the steering wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from turning and destroying me on the spot.

I reached for him. My hand barely touched his shoulder when he growled. Low. Dangerous.

“If you can’t shut up and wait, kitten” he bit out “I will f**k you here”

My heart stopped.

Oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

“Then do it” I cried. “f**k me here Damon. f**k me in this car. f**k me now. I don’t care. I’ll ride your c**k right here in the middle of the f*****g road. Just please. Please can’t you smell me. I’m in heat. I’m f*****g in heat. I need you. I need your c**k. I need to be filled. I’m soaked. I’m dripping. I’m so f*****g wet it hurts”

“I know” he snapped. His hand hit the dashboard. “I f*****g know. I’m an Alpha. I can smell your cunt from ten feet away”

I whimpered.

Louder than before.

I could see the way his hands were clenched. How hard he was breathing. How tight his pants were pulled

over his c**k.

He was hard.

So f*****g hard.

He was throbbing.

And I could feel my cunt clench just from looking at him like that.

The air inside the car was thick with the scent of my heat. I could smell myself. I could taste it in the back of my throat.

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And he was gritting his teeth like he wanted to f**k me so bad he could already feel himself splitting me in

half.

“Then take it” I whispered. “Please take it. Please take me. I can’t breathe. I can’t stop. I don’t care if you bend me over the dashboard and f**k me until I scream. I don’t care if you make me ride your c**k in front of everyone. Just please. Please Alpha. I need you. I f*****g need you”

Heat Of The Moment

He turned to me.

His eyes were glowing.

His nostrils flared.

And I saw it.

That moment he broke.

That moment he decided he was going to ruin me.

Right here.

Right now.

His head snapped toward me.

Before I could even breathe he grabbed my chin as he stared at me and then he f*****g kissed me.

Oh f**k.

Oh f**k.

I wasn’t ready.

wasn’t f*****g ready.

His mouth crashed against mine like he’d waited his whole goddamn life for it. Like he hated himself for wanting me but hated not having me even more.

And I melted.

I f*****g melted.

My whole body screamed.

I moaned into his mouth. So loud. So needy. I didn’t care.

I kissed him back.

Harder.

Hungrier.

More desperate than I’d ever been in my f*****g life.

Oh my God I’m kissing him.

I’m kissing him.

I’m kissing Damon.

I’m kissing my best friend’s dad.

Holy s**t.

Holy f*****g s**t.

I’m kissing the man I touch myself to every night.

The man I’ve imagined bending me over every surface in his house.

The man who’s twice my age and ten times more dangerous.

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And it feels so f*****g good.

So wrong. So filthy. So f*****g perfect.

My body was on fire. My cunt was leaking. My t**s were aching. My panties were already ruined and I didn’t give a single f**k.

I wanted this.

I wanted him.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

I opened my mouth wider, let him in, let him take what he wanted. Our tongues collided. His taste hit my

throat. Warm. Bitter. Masculine.

I slid my hands down his chest. I needed to feel him. I needed skin.

I shoved my fingers under his shirt.

f**k.

His abs.

His skin was hot. His muscles were tight. Every line was carved like stone.

I moaned into his mouth.

Actually moaned.

Loud.

The sound echoed around the car and made my p***y clench like a goddamn fist.

He groaned when I touched him.

The sound shot straight to my clit.

He grabbed me.

Both hands.

One slid around my waist. The other down to my ass.

And he slammed me onto his lap.

Oh f**k.

I gasped.

The kiss broke.

He looked up at me, lips wet, eyes feral.

“You think this is it?” he growled.

His hand gripped my ass tighter.

“You think you can just crawl into my lap, kiss me like a little heat–struck slut and get what you want right

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here?”

I nodded.

I couldn’t stop myself.

I nodded like a pathetic f*****g puppy.

“I’ll be good” I whispered. “I’ll do anything. I’ll ride you. I’ll suck you. I’ll sit on your c**k like I was made for it. I just need you Damon. I need you now”

He slapped my ass.

Hard.

The sound echoed through the car like thunder.

I cried out.

My hips jerked.

My cunt throbbed so hard I almost came.

He pulled his lips from mine just enough to speak, his voice thick with dominance.

“Don’t be in a haste”

Another slap.

I gasped again.

“I am going to take my f*****g time with you” he growled. “I’m going to taste every f*****g inch of you. I’m going to ruin you slow. So slow you’ll beg me to stop. But not here. Not yet. Let’s get home first”

He looked at me like he could already see me on my knees.

On his bed.

On his c**k.

Used.

Wrecked.

Begging.

My whole body was shaking.

Every nerve was on fire.

My ass was stinging.

My p***y was soaked.

And we hadn’t even started.

“f**k” I whispered. “Okay. Okay. Let’s go home. Let’s f*****g go. Please. I’ll behave. I swear. Just take me home and destroy me. Please Alpha”

He smirked.

Turned the ignition.

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The tires hit the road like thunder and oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

I forgot how to breathe.

I was still on his lap.

Still straddling him.

Still dripping.

Still shaking.

My thighs were literally vibrating. My panties were so wet they felt like they’d melted into my p***y. I wasn’t even sure they were there anymore. I was basically naked. Naked and throbbing. In his lap. While he drove.

Why the f**k am I still on him?

Why is he hard?

Why am I hard?

Wait..girls don’t get hard..I mean my clit!

f**k! My clit is pulsing so bad it feels like it has a heartbeat. I swear if he touches me again I’m going to scream and c*m and possibly explode into a million horny teenage pieces.

And he’s not even touching me.

He’s just gripping the steering wheel like he wants to break it in half.

I tried to sit still. I really tried.

But every time the car hit a bump, his c**k pressed right against me and I swear I almost moaned.

Like actually. Out loud.

Like the kind of moan you make when you’re alone and grinding into your pillow and thinking about his hands choking you while he calls you his little girl…

Okay.

Pause.

No.

Not pause.

Rewind.

What the actual f**k, Lyra.

What the f**k is this life.

“You’re breathing too loud,” he growled.

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I froze.

Oh God.

Oh God oh God oh God.

I wanted to die.

No, I wanted to f**k.

No, I wanted to f**k then die.

Then f**k again. Then be resurrected. Then maybe die again dramatically in his arms while naked and sweaty and marked.

I opened my mouth to say sorry..

But he snapped.

“Say another word and I’ll f**k you on the hood.”

OhmyGodOhmyGod OhmyGod

My p***y clenched so hard it hurt.

Like actually hurt.

Like my body was trying to self–destruct out of desperate, unbearable need.

And the worst part?

I wanted that.

I wanted that so f*****g bad.

Like yes.

Please.

Put the car in park.

Drag me out.

Bend me over.

Ruin me while the whole street watches and I scream Daddy so loud birds fall out of the trees.

But I didn’t say anything.

Because I’m a good girl.

Because I was trying to earn it.

Because if I pushed one more button, I knew he’d go feral and I wasn’t sure if my uterus could handle that yet.

The car turned into the driveway and I swear the air in the car got thicker.

Like I was drowning in it.

Like it was 80% oxygen, 20% my own heat.

He turned off the engine.

And for a second, there was just silence.

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Except it wasn’t silence.

I could hear my own heartbeat in my ears.

I could hear my breath.

I could hear how wet I was.

No seriously.

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I could hear the squelch when I moved slightly and my ruined p***y made that obscene noise against my

thighs.

I wanted the earth to open and swallow me whole.

Or Damon to open me and swallow me whole.

Either one, really.

“Get out,” he said.

Oh f**k.

His voice. That voice. It wasn’t just deep. It was destructive. It hit my spine like a whip and melted straight into my cunt like warm oil.

I tried to move. But my legs didn’t work. They were jelly. They were broken.

I was shaking like a virgin trying to sneak back into church after a three–day orgy.

I stumbled out of the car.

Literally stumbled.

Like Bambi after getting railed in the woods.

My dress stuck to my body. My thighs stuck together. My p***y throbbed with every single step and I swear my clit was crying.

And he..

He was walking like nothing happened. Like he didn’t just lick me like a man starved. Like he didn’t kiss me like I was his last breath. Like he didn’t slap my ass and promise to make me cry when I came.

I followed him.

Like a f*****g shadow.

A wet, horny, desperate little shadow.

And then..

The door shut.

Click.

And the world stopped.

He turned.

Looked at me,

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And I swear I saw it.

That moment.

The moment he decided he was going to break me.

He spun.

And I swear, I almost came from the way he did it.

Like he didn’t even think. Like his whole body just snapped toward me like instinct. Like something ancient in him decided I was prey and he was going to f*****g eat me alive.

Then his hands were on me. Grabbing me like I was his already. Like he’d paid for me in blood and wanted his

f*****g prize.

He ripped my dress off like it offended him, yanked it down like it didn’t deserve to be on my body. The wet fabric slapped the floor like a scream, and suddenly, I was bare.

Bare and trembling. Bare and wet. Bare and pressed up against the wall with my n*****s tight and my p***y leaking and my brain trying to catch up with what the f**k was happening.

Then he kissed me.

But it wasn’t a kiss.

It was war.

It was punishment.

It was everything I had been dreaming about and humping my pillow over and crying into my sheets for the past six months.

It was violent and wet and deep and angry and perfect.

And I gave in to all of it.

I moaned into his mouth…my lips open, my tongue desperate, my whole body trying to crawl inside him.

My legs wrapped around his waist because I couldn’t help it. Because I wanted him closer. Because I needed something to grind against or I was going to lose my mind.

And when he pulled back just enough to speak..his lips were red and swollen and wet, and his eyes were dark like he didn’t see me as a girl anymore. He saw me as a f**k.

As a heat. As something he was about to claim in the most disgusting, delicious, feral way.

“You’re mine now.”

“Do you understand me, Lyra?”

His voice didn’t just vibrate in my ears.

It went straight between my legs.

Straight into my stomach.

Straight into the part of me that was already clenching just from the sound of him breathing.

I nodded so hard my whole head shook.

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“Yes. Yes, Daddy, I’m yours, I swear. Just don’t stop. Please, don’t f*****g stop. Please. I need it. I’ve needed it

since forever. I can’t take this anymore.”

He didn’t stop.

He dropped to his knees..dropped so fast it felt like my brain short–circuited.

Like oh my God, he was really going to do it.

He was really going to eat me out against the wall like the filthy, dangerous man he was.

He grabbed my thigh, lifted it up over his shoulder, ripped my thong down and oh God, it was soaked.

It clung to my p***y like it had been painted on, and when he tore it off, I swear I moaned like a slut.

Like an actual porn star moan escaped me without permission.

And then.

His mouth.

His mouth was on me.

He buried his face in my p***y like he was starving.

Like he hadn’t eaten in weeks and I was his f*****g salvation.

Like he was punishing me and worshipping me at the same time.

I screamed.

I mean, really screamed. Not a gasp. Not a whimper.

A full–blown cry that came from deep in my gut and ripped out of my throat as his tongue slid through my folds and straight into me.

It was hot.

It was deep.

It was messy.

It was everything.

He was groaning.

Moaning into me like I was feeding him sin.

His tongue was everywhere..flicking my clit, f*****g my hole, licking every inch like he was trying to clean me with his mouth.

“Daddy. Daddy. Oh my God, Damon. Please. I can’t. I can’t. I can’t.”

My hands clawed at his hair.

My hips were moving without me/grinding into his face.

My whole body was on fire.

I was dripping down his chin.

I was losing myself in the feeling, in the sounds, in the heat.

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He slapped my thigh.

Hard.

The sting made me cry out again.

“Shut up and take it.”

I did.

I tried.

I swore I was trying.

But my p***y was throbbing so hard I thought I was going to pass out.

Every lick made my eyes flutter.

Every suck made my thighs shake.

Every groan made my stomach twist and my clit scream.

He was devouring me.

He was f*****g me with his mouth.

He was making me come undone one flick at a time.

And I couldn’t think anymore.

Couldn’t speak.

Couldn’t hold back.

I was gone.

Gone, gone, gone.

Gone into him.

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Gone into the taste and the grip and the groans and the heat and the way he made me feel like I didn’t belong

to myself anymore.

Then he stopped.

He stood.

His face was dripping.

His lips were wet.

And he didn’t wipe it off.

He looked like a man who’d just slaughtered something and loved it.

Then he kissed me.

And I tasted myself.

And I moaned into his mouth because it was disgusting and hot and filthy and I didn’t care.

I wanted it.

I wanted all of it.

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He picked me up like I weighed nothing.

Carried me into the bedroom.

I clung to him like a rag doll in heat.

Then he threw me on the bed.

And I bounced.

And my legs opened.

And my n*****s ached.

And my heart was pounding in my ears.

He stood at the end of the bed, watching me.

Breathing hard.

His c**k hard as f**k behind his pants like an animal trying to break out of its cage.

“You wanted this.”

I nodded.

I nodded so fast I thought my neck would snap.

“You begged for this.”

“Yes. Yes, Daddy. I begged, and I’ll beg again. I’ll beg forever. Please. I’ll do anything.”

“You said you’d ride me.”

I swallowed.

My whole body was shaking.

I couldn’t stop looking at his bulge at the outline of the c**k that was going to break me.

“I will.”

He undid his belt.

So slow.

So threatening.

Like he was stripping for a sacrifice.

His pants dropped.

And then.

His c**k.

Holy mother of God.

It slapped his stomach, and I swear, I almost cried.

Thick.

Veined.

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Leaking.

Harder than anything I’d ever seen in my life.

I moaned.

Loud.

I couldn’t help it.

My p***y clenched just from looking at it.

He climbed on the bed.

Fisted himself once.

Twice.

“Then ride me, kitten. Show me how badly you want to be ruined.”

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Oh my God.

Oh my f*****g God.

He just said it. He actually just f*****g said it.

“Ride me, kitten.”

My brain short–circuited.

Did he seriously just say that to me? Like… out loud? Like with his actual voice and not the version in my head I hear when I’m in the shower rubbing one out at 2AM trying not to moan?

I just stared.

I was still on my knees. On his bed.

His bed.

Dominic–f*****g–Thornvale’s bed. My best friend’s dad.

And his cock..Jesus Christ his cock..was right there. Huge. Hard. Wet at the tip. Pulsing like it knew I was looking at it and liked the attention.

I should’ve been scared. Nervous. Ashamed maybe.

But I wasn’t.

I was wet.

I was shaking.

I was so f*****g turned on I couldn’t even think straight.

And I wanted to ride him so bad my thighs were twitching.

“Kitten,” he growled. “Don’t keep me waiting.”

I almost came just hearing that voice.

I moved.

Crawled to him like the desperate little heat–struck mess I was.

My dress was bunched up. My thong was probably somewhere on the floor or maybe still wrapped around my ankle, I didn’t f*****g care.

My knees slid against the sheets.

I was soaking the fabric under me. I could feel it.

My p***y was dripping. Actually dripping. Like I’d already been f****d, and this was round two.

I reached for his c**k. My fingers trembled.

It was hot.

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So hot.

Veins pulsing. Skin tight. So hard I could barely wrap my hand around it.

And the second I touched it..

He groaned.

His eyes flashed up to mine like warning sirens.

“Don’t tease,” he said. “Get the f**k on it.”

Oh my f*****g God.

Oh my f*****g f*****g God.

I straddled him.

My knees sank into the sheets on either side of his hips.

I looked down between us..between my thighs..and saw how soaked I was. Like ruin–level soaked. Like

porn–level wet. Like no teenage girl should be looking this needy in front of a man this old and this dangerous

but here I f*****g was.

“Damon,” I whispered.

His hands gripped my hips like iron shackles.

“What?”

“I’m..I’m scared.”

His eyes darkened. “Of what?”

“That you’re gonna break me.”

He smirked.

That arrogant, cocky, devastating smirk that made my insides flip and my cunt clench.

“Good,” he said.

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding.

And I reached down.

Guided his c**k to my entrance.

f**k.

It was big.

Like too big.

Like are–you–sure–this–fits kind of big.

I bit my lip. My whole body was vibrating.

I looked into his eyes.

And then I started to sink down.

Slow.

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Painfully f*****g slow.

The head popped in.

I gasped.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my f*****g God it’s too big. I can’t–I can’t…”

“You can,” he growled. “Take it.”

I whimpered.

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My nails dug into his chest. His skin was hot. Smooth. His tattoos flexed under my palms like they were alive.

Another inch.

Another stretch.

I couldn’t breathe.

It was too much.

It was splitting me open.

It was so f*****g deep I thought I could feel it in my throat.

But I kept going.

Because I wanted this.

Because my p***y was aching for it.

Because I needed him inside me more than I needed oxygen right now.

I moaned.

Loud. Filthy.

My voice cracked like I was crying.

“Damon–Daddy–it’s too deep–f**k–it hurts but it feels so f*****g good…”

His hands gripped my waist tighter.

“You’re doing so good, kitten,” he said, voice low. Rough. Dangerous. “Look at you. Taking my c**k like you were made for it.”

I cried out.

I didn’t even realize I was fully seated until my hips hit his thighs.

Oh my God.

He was all the way in.

Every inch.

Every vein.

Every thick, hot, pulsing part of him was inside me.

I felt full.

Stuffed.

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Claimed.

Like this was it. Like this was the moment that was going to change my whole f*****g life.

I sat there for a second, breathing hard. My chest heaving. My t**s bouncing with every inhale.

His c**k throbbed inside me.

And I swear..I felt my body

start to tremble.

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“You okay?” he asked, and there was something in his voice. Like he was actually holding back. Like if I said

the wrong word he’d flip me over and f**k me so hard the neighbors would hear.

I looked him dead in the eye.

And I smiled.

“Let me ride you, Daddy.”

f**k

I couldn’t believe I just f*****g said that.

Like it actually came out of my mouth. Words. Out loud. Not just in my head where everything was fuzzy and hot and wrong but so f*****g good.

He didn’t even answer at first. Just stared.

His jaw clenched.

His hands gripped my hips like he was trying not to snap me in half.

And that look in his eyes.

God.

Like I’d just opened some forbidden door he’d been trying not to kick down.

Like I’d crossed the final line and he was going to make me pay for it in the filthiest, dirtiest, most addictive

way.

His c**k twitched inside me.

I felt it.

Every f*****g inch of it.

And something in me snapped.

Something wild.

Something dark.

Something I didn’t even know I was hiding until I was already moving.

My hips shifted.

Just a little.

Just enough.

The friction sent lightning through my spine.

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“f**k,” I whispered, eyes fluttering shut for a second.

“Fuck..oh my God, Damon…it’s…”

“Move,” he growled.

So I did.

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I lifted myself slowly, feeling every drag of his c**k along my walls. My muscles were so tight around him, like

my p***y didn’t want to let him go. Like I’d already gotten addicted in the first five seconds.

Then I dropped.

Hard.

“Oh my..fuck…!“”

My head fell back.

My hair whipped over my shoulders.

My t**s bounced.

My voice cracked.

And he groaned. Loud. Guttural. Like he felt that s**t in his soul.

I did it again.

Lifted.

Dropped.

Lifted.

Dropped.

My thighs started to shake, but I didn’t care.

I was riding him.

Actually riding him.

Dominic Thornvale.

My best friend’s dad.

The man I’d been crushing on in secret since the first time he yelled at me for sneaking into his wine cellar.

And now his c**k was splitting me open like I was a toy he didn’t plan to return.

“Good girl,” he grunted, his voice so deep it made my cunt clench again. “Look at you. You like riding Daddy’s c**k, don’t you?”

I whimpered.

I couldn’t even pretend to be good anymore.

“Yes,” I breathed.

“Yes, yes, yes, I love it..I love your cock..it feels so f*****g good I can’t think-”

He sat up so fast I gasped.

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One of his hands slammed into my lower back.

The other fisted my hair.

And his mouth crashed into mine like he wanted to f**k my throat with his tongue.

I moaned into it.

I kissed him like I was starving.

Like I was his.

Like I belonged to him now and nothing else mattered.

Then he pulled back.

Grabbed my jaw.

Looked me dead in the eye.

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“You’re mine now,” he said. “No more games. No more teasing. I don’t care if your little friends find out. I don’t care if the whole f*****g world finds out. I’m going to f**k you in every room of this house and make sure you leak for days. You understand me?”

I moaned so loud I almost cried.

My cunt clenched so hard I saw stars.

“Yes, Daddy,” I whispered.

“Yes, please–I want it–I want all of it–I want you to ruin me…”

And then I started to ride him again.

Faster this time.

Harder.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room.

My wetness was everywhere.

His c**k was sliding in and out of me like it belonged there.

And I couldn’t stop moaning.

I couldn’t stop saying his name.

Damon. Damon. Damon.

My legs were shaking.

My body was tingling.

I felt like I was going to break apart.

Then he reached between us.

Pressed his thumb to my clit.

“OH…FUCK-!”

I almost blacked out.

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I swear I almost f*****g died.

It was too much.

Too good.

Too dirty.

Too f*****g real.

I grabbed his shoulders.

Dug my nails in.

Bounced harder.

Faster.

His name was a prayer on my tongue.

My orgasm was a grenade in my belly.

And I was ready to explode.

“Come on, kitten,” he whispered.

“Come on Daddy’s c**k. I want to feel you soak me. I want to hear you scream.”

“I’m gonna..fuck–I’m gonna-!”

And then it hit me.

Like a f*****g earthquake.

I screamed.

I came.

Soaked him.

Shook like I was possessed.

My whole body went limp but still grinding because I couldn’t stop.

Couldn’t stop riding him.

Couldn’t stop crying.

Couldn’t stop moaning, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy-” like it was the only word I knew.

He grabbed my ass.

Held me down.

And started thrusting up into me.

Deep.

Hard.

Unforgiving.

“You want more?” he growled.

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“You want Daddy to fill this tight little p***y, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

My throat was raw.

My tears were real.

And my cunt was still convulsing from the orgasm that wrecked me.

But I wanted more.

I wanted him to finish inside me.

I wanted to feel his c*m leak out of me while I walked.

I wanted to be ruined in every sense of the word.

“Do it,” I begged. “f**k me. Come in me. Make me yours.”

He snarled.

And the way he moved then.

Like a beast.

Like a man who’d waited too f*****g long.

Like he was never letting me go.

He slammed into me.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Then he roared.

I felt it.

Every hot, pulsing shot of c*m deep inside me.

I gasped.

My eyes rolled.

And I collapsed against him, panting, shaking, full of his c**k and his c*m and every filthy thing we just did.

And all I could think was.

Oh my God.

I just f****d my best friend’s dad.

And I wanted to do it again.