Ch. 31..35: Breed Me, Daddy Alpha chapter 31-35
Favorite Sin 31
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She was shaking like a f*****g drug had just hit her bloodstream.
No. Not a drug.
Me.
My c**k.
My hands.
My voice.
The filth I fed into her ear while she cried on top of me and begged to ride it again.
And now..
Now she was limp.
Trembling.
Breathless.
Her p***y was soaked, dripping down my length and onto the sheets, mixing with the c*m I’d already shot
inside her.
The whole room smelled like sweat, s*x, skin.
Her body was still twitching, thighs glossy with slick, the inside of her legs sticky with everything I gave her.
Her chest was heaving.
Her n*****s were wet from my tongue.
Her throat was flushed red from where I’d choked her while she came.
And her cunt?
God, her cunt was swollen.-
Slick.
Perfect.
Still gripping my c**k like it hadn’t had enough.
I was still hard.
Still buried inside her.
Still watching her fall apart like the little c**k–drunk kitten she was.
I grabbed her hips again, yanked her off my chest.
She whimpered,
Her body jolted.
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I flipped her like a ragdoll.
Face in the sheets.
Ass in the air.
Her thighs trembled as she tried to stay upright.
And that pussy..
That sweet little pink hole was ruined.
Dripping.
Glistening.
Raw from the stretch.
c*m bubbling at the edge and sliding out slow, trailing down to her clit.
I reached between her thighs and spread her wide.
Smiled as her whole body tensed.
Then I spit on it.
Watched the string of saliva hit her slit and disappear into the mess already there.
Her moan hit the pillow.
Soft. Helpless. Addicted.
“Daddy…”
I grunted.
You didn’t think we were done, did you?
I grabbed my c**k
Stroked it once
Smeared her slick across the head
Lined up behind her again
And pushed in.
Slow. Deep. f*****g brutal.
She screamed.
Her nails clawed the sheets.
Her back arched.
Her cunt spasmed around me, sucking me in like it didn’t want to be empty.
“Daddy–Daddy, it’s too deep–I can’t–oh f**k”
“You can,” I growled against her neck. “And you will. You’ll take all of me like the desperate little w***e you
are.”
I slammed into her.
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Hard.
Her moan shattered into a cry,
Her eyes rolled.
Her ass slapped against my hips with every brutal thrust.
I grabbed her wrists.
Pinned them behind her back with one hand.
The other hand fisted in her hair.
I f****d her like she was a fucktoy.
A warm little hole made for my c**k.
Tight. Slippery. So f*****g wet it sounded ondo f*****g good.
The sounds.
God. The sounds.
Skin on skin.
The slurp of my c**k sliding in and out of her soaked little p***y.
The high–pitched moans that cracked when she couldn’t handle the stretch.
The whimpers she made when I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in full force. “Please–Daddy–please slow down–I’m–oh my God–I’m gonna come again..”
I slapped her ass.
The sound echoed.
Her scream turned to a sob.
“You don’t get to come until I say,” I growled.
“You’ll take every stroke. Every inch. Every drop of my c*m until this p***y is nothing but mine.”
Her p***y twitched around me.
She was so close.
I could feel it.
Could feel the way her body locked up and pulsed.
Could hear the breath get stuck in her throat.
I yanked her head back.
Shoved two fingers into her mouth.
Made her suck them.
Made her choke.
“You want to come?”
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She nodded, drooling, moaning around my fingers.
“Beg.”
“Please–I need it—I’ll do anything–f**k me, use me, please let me come–I need it–I need you
That broke me.
I pulled out.
She collapsed.
Sobbing into the sheets.
But I wasn’t done.
I grabbed her waist.
Dragged her to the edge of the bed.
Threw her legs over my shoulders.
Lined up again.
She looked at me like she was about to cry.
Tears already in her eyes.
Her mouth open.
Her p***y glistening with c*m and spit and sweat and heaven.
“Damon..”
“Shut up and take it.”
I slammed into her.
One thrust.
So deep she gasped like I’d knocked the air from her lungs.
Her whole body convulsed.
And she came.
Hard.
She screamed.
Loud.
Wrecked.
Tears streamed down her face.
Her legs shook.
Her p***y clamped down so hard around me it nearly made me come on the spot.
But I held it.
Barely.
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I held her down.
Kept thrusting through it.
Made her ride the orgasm like a f*****g wave.
“Good girl,” I whispered.
“You’re such a good little cockslut. Daddy’s perfect fucktoy. This is what you were made for, baby. This is why
you came into my house. To be used. To be filled.”
Her eyes rolled.
“More–please–I want more–I can take it..”
I lost it.
I slammed in one last time.
Buried myself to the base.
And came.
f*****g exploded inside her.
Thick.
Hot.
Rope after rope.
I didn’t stop.
Som filled
Kept grinding into her as my c*m filled her.
She sobbed.
Not from pain.
From how full she felt.
How deep it was.
How good it was.
My seed dripped out as I pulled back.
Leaked from her ruined little p***y in slow, creamy streams.
Thick.
Milky trails of c*m spilling from her ruined little p***y like honey sliding down warm skin.
Her cunt was gaping.
Used.
Red.
So f*****g wet it glistened under the bedroom light like it was still begging for more.
And I stared.
Jaw clenched.
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c**k twitching.
Because nothing..nothing..looked more perfect than that.
My c*m sliding down her slit.
Pooling in the crease between her thighs.
Soaking the sheets.
Marking her.
Claiming her.
I leaned down, still rock hard, and dragged my tongue through the mess.
She gasped.
Her whole body jolted like she wasn’t ready for it.
Her thighs trembled, knees trying to close but I gripped them and spread her open wider.
“Stay the f**k open,” I growled.
“I’m not done tasting my c*m in this pussy.”
She moaned.
Loud.
High and broken like she was about to cry.
“D–Daddy–please–it’s too much..”
“Shut up.”
I buried my face in her cunt.
My tongue licked up every drop.
I lapped at her slit like a starved animal.
Licked from her swollen clit down to her f****d–out hole, then back up again.
My spit mixed with the c*m leaking out of her.
It was hot.
Slippery.
Sweet and filthy and perfect.
Her hips bucked.
She tried to squirm away.
But I grabbed her thighs.
Held her still.
Pressed my mouth harder.
Sucked on her clit until she screamed.
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“Daddy–Daddy–f**k I’m gonna..”
She didn’t even finish.
Her legs clamped around my head.
Her cunt pulsed against my tongue.
And she came.
Again.
So violently her back arched off the mattress.
So wet her juices splashed across my chin.
So hard her voice cracked as she sobbed my name.
“Damon–f**k–please–I can’t–I can’t..”
“You can.”
I kissed her clit.
Bit it.
Made her flinch.
Then I stood up.
My c**k was still hard.
Glassy with her slick.
Veins bulging.
The tip flushed and angry, twitching like it was ready to f**k again.
She looked up at me.
Eyes red.
Lips swollen.
Hair a mess of sweat and s*x.
“Please…” she whispered. “No more… I can’t feel my legs…”
“You’ll crawl then.”
I grabbed her by the waist.
Pulled her limp body up.
Her knees hit the floor.
“Open your mouth.”
She looked up at me from between my legs, dazed, teary, ruined.
But her lips parted.
My c**k hit the back of her throat and she stayed there.
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Stayed choking.
Stayed drooling.
Stayed staring up at me like she loved the burn.
Like the gag reflex was just another form of worship.
Her hands gripped my thighs, nails sinking into the muscle as I held her head and slowly f****d her mouth.
Not too fast.
Not yet.
Just enough to make her feel the weight of it. The stretch. The punishment.
I groaned low.
Watching her lips stretch around the base, her mascara smudged from earlier tears, her jaw starting to
tremble.
“Good girl,” I whispered, voice ragged. “Suck Daddy’s c**k like the perfect little cumslut you are.”
She moaned around it.
f*****g moaned.
And the vibrations made my balls ache.
Made my hips jerk forward.
Made me shove deeper.
All the way in.
Balls pressed against her chin.
Nose buried in my skin.
She choked.
Coughed.
Saliva flooded her lips, but she didn’t pull back. Didn’t try to stop. She took it. Her throat spasming around my shaft like it wanted to memorize the shape.
I held her there.
Watched her struggle.
Watched the tears fall and the drool bubble at the corners of her mouth as she fought to breathe around the thick length f*****g her face.
Then I pulled back.
Let her gasp.
Just for a second.
Then I shoved back in.
“Take it,” I growled. “Every inch. Every f*****g inch. Don’t run from it.”
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She whimpered, already wrecked, already shaking.
But she did it.
She took it again.
Her lips glistened with spit. Her tongue flicked under the head. Her throat flexed when I sank deeper, f*****g slow and brutal into the tight heat of her mouth like it was a p***y.
And that mouth?
God, that mouth was a f*****g dream.
Soft.
Hot.
Willing.
Addicted.
She worshipped my c**k with her tongue, her lips, her throat. Every gag was a prayer. Every moan was a thank you. Every spit–slicked stroke of her mouth made my control crack.
I tangled my fingers in her hair.
Fisted it.
f****d her harder.
Faster.
Ragged breaths tore from my chest as her eyes fluttered, her moans turned to gurgles, and her face twisted in overstimulated pain–laced bliss.
“You’re Daddy’s fucktoy now,” I hissed, slamming in again.
She sobbed around it.
But she didn’t stop.
She sucked like it gave her purpose.
Like she wanted nothing more than to be used like this.
“f*****g hell,” I groaned, hips snapping. “You’re gonna swallow every last drop, you hear me?”
She nodded.
Mouth full.
Eyes glassy.
Tears streaming.
But her tongue never stopped.
Her lips never loosened.
Her head moved with me, matching the rhythm as I grunted, cursed, and lost the last shred of control I had left.
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Then I felt it.
The burn.
The pulse.
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The climax dragging up my spine like lightning.
I yanked her head down. Buried my c**k to the hilt.
And came.
Hard.
Oh f**k!! I came hard!.
Hot ropes of c*m flooded her throat.
She choked once.
Then swallowed.
Swallowed again.
Mouth still wrapped tight. Lips trembling. Her hands clenched on my thighs.
I groaned deep. Pressed my hips forward. Kept her there while every last drop emptied into her mouth.
“f**k,” I breathed. “Just like that. Swallow it all.”
She did.
She f*****g did.
I pulled out slow.
Her lips popped off my c**k with a wet slurp.
Her chin was soaked.
Her eyes wild.
Her tongue came out, licking the corner of her mouth like she didn’t want to waste a single drop.
And then.
She looked up at me.
Destroyed.
Dripping.
Mouth open.
And whispered:
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Her mouth was still open.
c*m leaking from her tongue.
Her lips red and ruined. Her face a mess of tears, drool, and satisfaction.
And f**k, I just stood there.
Staring down at her like she was the goddamn altar I was about to sin on all over again.
My c**k twitched.
Still f*****g hard.
Still soaked in spit and slick and the heat of her ruined throat.
And the way she looked up at me..like I was God, Devil, and Daddy all in one..made every dirty f*****g instinct
in me snarl to life again.
More?
She whispered it.
Like she didn’t just drink every drop of my c*m.
Like she didn’t just take my c**k to the base while her mascara melted down her cheeks.
Like she wanted to be broken.
My jaw clenched. My balls ached. My mind spun.
Because no matter how many times I f****d this girl… it was never enough.
Not when she looked like that.
Not when she asked for it.
Not when her body screamed use me, Daddy with every breathless f*****g moan.
I bent down.
Grabbed her face in one rough hand.
Smeared my thumb through the mess on her lips.
Forced it back into her mouth.
“Open wider,” I growled.
She obeyed.
Mouth stretched. Tongue out. Face tilted up like a good little cockslut ready for her next lesson.
I spit into her mouth.
Watched the thick strand drop from my lips and hit her tongue with a wet smack.
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“Swallow.”
She did.
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So f*****g eager.
So obedient.
So desperate to be used again.
I let go of her jaw and stood tall, towering over her on the floor like the predator I was.
Like the twisted older man who knew exactly what he was doing to this girl. Breaking her. Breeding her.
Brainwashing her with my c**k until she couldn’t even think unless I was inside her.
“Crawl,” I ordered.
My voice dropped low.
“To the mirror.”
She turned, weak and shaking, her thighs still glossy with slick, her body trembling like her nerves were shot
to hell.
But she obeyed.
Of course she did.
Because she loved it.
Loved being ruined by me. Owned by me. Turned into nothing but a needy little hole for my c**k.
She crawled across the floor, ass swaying, c*m trailing down her legs, hands fumbling on the marble like she
could barely hold herself up.
My gaze locked on her cunt.
Still open.
Still red.
Still glistening with my seed.
I followed.
Slow.
Hungry.
My c**k bobbing in front of me, thick and veiny and aching for another taste of her body.
When she reached the mirror, I grabbed her hips.
Yanked her back against me.
Her hands hit the wall.
Her breath hitched.
And I leaned over her, so our reflections stared back at us.
“Look at yourself,” I hissed.
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She did.
And f**k, the sight….
Her lips were swollen. Her cheeks flushed. Her throat bruised. Her t**s swinging gently from the movement of
her breath.
Her p***y?
Still dripping.
Still begging.
Still f*****g mine.
I shoved her knees wider. Spat between her legs again. Let it trail down over her ruined clit.
“Daddy,” she whimpered, “please…”
I grabbed my c**k.
Lined it up.
Pressed the tip against her slit.
Watched her flinch as it kissed the sore entrance.
“You’re gonna take it again,” I growled. “Because I’m not done. Not until you can’t walk. Not until your belly’s full of my c*m. Not until you forget every man but me.”
She sobbed.
Nodded.
And then I slammed inside.
Deep.
Ruthless.
Her whole body jolted.
Her scream echoed off the walls.
And the mirror?
It steamed up from her breath.
Her palms slapped the glass.
Her face contorted.
Her legs trembled.
But I held her hips tight.
And I f****d her.
Hard.
Slow.
Then hard again.
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Grinding into her so deep I could feel the outline of my c**k through her stomach.
Her reflection was everything.
The tears.
The mouth hanging open.
The moans.
The way her t**s bounced with every brutal thrust.
The way her cunt clung to me, desperate for more even when her voice cracked from overstimulation.
I watched it all.
Watched her fall apart again.
Watched her lose herself.
Watched her break.
And I smiled.
Because she was mine now.
My toy.
My kitten.
My filthy little masterpiece.
“Say it,” I growled, one hand gripping her throat from behind as I f****d her into the mirror.
She gasped.
“Say who owns this pussy.”
“You,” she moaned. “You, Daddy. Only you.”
“Louder.”
“YOU, DADDY–f**k–it’s yours–it’s all yours–I’m yours-”
And I lost it again.
Because hearing that?
Watching her reflection?
Feeling her cunt clamp down?
It shattered me.
I came again.
Harder.
Hotter.
Deeper.
Thick, endless ropes of c*m shot inside her, and I didn’t pull out.
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I buried it.
Held her there.
Pressed her face to the glass and whispered against her ear:
“You’ll never get away from me.”
She didn’t answer.
She couldn’t.
Her mouth just opened in a silent moan.
Her body shook.
Her knees buckled.
And I held her up.
Because that’s what a good Daddy does.
She was shaking.
f*****g dripping.
Legs useless. Chest heaving. Face plastered to the mirror like she was too far gone to even breathe unless !
let her.
My c*m was leaking out of her p***y again.
So much of it.
Milky. Thick. Warm.
Sliding down her thighs in sticky trails and soaking the floor beneath her.
And I just stood there, c**k still hard, hands on her hips, watching her reflection twitch with every pulse of overstimulation that rocked through her little body.
I should’ve stopped.
Should’ve pulled out. Cleaned her up. Tucked her in.
But I didn’t.
Because she looked too f*****g beautiful like this.
Ruined.
Marked.
Full.
Mine.
“f**k,” I growled under my breath, brushing a hand down her spine. “Look at you. Look at what I’ve done to you, baby.”
Her lips quivered in the mirror.
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Her fingers shook as they smeared against the glass, trying to hold herself up.
And her p***y?
Still f*****g gaping.
Still oozing with my c*m like she’d been bred.
I leaned closer. Pressed my mouth to her ear.
“You were a virgin three days ago,” I whispered, dragging my fingers through the mess between her legs.” Now look at you. A cumdump. A cockslut. A sweet little hole I can fill whenever I want.”
She whimpered.
Her thighs clenched.
And I laughed darkly.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you? You like being used. You like crawling. Begging. Letting Daddy f**k the innocence out of you until your p***y’s too stretched to even close again.”
I slid two fingers into her from behind.
Just to feel how warm it still was.
How soft.
How soaked.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “You’re dripping, baby. Can’t even keep my c*m inside. That tight little cunt’s so full it’s pushing me out.”
Her moan cracked.
She collapsed fully against the mirror.
And I knew it was time.
Not to stop.
But to change locations.
Because I wasn’t f*****g done.
Not even close.
I scooped her up.
Arms limp.
Face flushed.
Hair stuck to her cheek and shoulders.
She looked like she’d just survived a hurricane and still wanted to go back in the water.
Perfect.
I carried her to the bathroom,
Big marble tub. Black tiles. Candles still burning from earlier.
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The kind of place that wasn’t built for relaxation.
It was built for sin.
I set her down on the edge.
Turned on the tap.
Hot water roared to life, steam curling into the air like the room itself knew what was about to happen.
She blinked up at me, dazed.
“D–Daddy…”
I knelt.
Spread her thighs again.
And stared.
God.
Her p***y was leaking.
Every inch of her was glistening with s*x. My c*m. Her slick. Sweat. Saliva.
I grabbed her hips. Pulled her forward. And buried my mouth in it.
Her scream tore through the bathroom as I licked everything.
All of it.
The mess. The salt. The cream. The shame.
My tongue dove into her p***y like I was starving.
I sucked her clit until her legs kicked against the marble and she begged me to stop.
I didn’t.
I pressed her thighs apart with my shoulders and f*****g devoured her.
Over and over and over again.
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“You taste like sin,” I growled against her cunt. “You taste like innocence ruined. Like every dirty thought I’ve ever had wrapped in a trembling little body that can’t stop begging to be used.”
She screamed.
Came again.
Soaking my face.
Her juices dripped down my chin.
And I licked them off.
Slow.
Possessive.
Like I was drinking from a f*****g chalice.
Then I stood.
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Picked her up again.
And stepped into the bath.
Water sloshed around my calves.
Steam wrapped around us.
I sat down with her in my lap, her body soft and warm, chest pressed to mine, legs straddling me..
And my c**k?
Still hard.
Still angry.
Still f*****g ready.
She tried to shift away.
I didn’t let her.
“Daddy–please–it’s too much…”
“No,” I breathed, guiding the head of my c**k to her ruined hole. “It’s not enough. Not until you scream so loud the neighbors call the cops. Not until you pass out in my arms with your cunt still twitching and leaking my
cum.”
I slammed up into her.
She shrieked.
Her head dropped to my shoulder. Her nails carved down my chest. Her p***y locked up around me like it was
about to snap.
But I didn’t stop.
I gripped her ass and bounced her on my c**k.
The bath splashed around us.
Water spilled onto the tiles.
Her moans echoed off the marble walls like a f*****g prayer.
“Say it,” I growled, biting her ear. “Say what you are.”
“I–I’m–f**k–I’m Daddy’s fucktoy-”
“Louder.”
“I’M YOUR FUCKTOY–PLEASE–DADDY–I CAN’T…
“You can.”
I grabbed her throat.
f****d up into her like the savage I was.
Her t**s bounced against my chest. Her body melted. Her voice broke into sobs.
I held her.
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f****d her.
Praised her.
Ruined her.
Until she wasn’t just wet from the water anymore.
Until her eyes rolled back and her nails left bloody marks on my skin.
Until my c*m flooded her again and she slumped forward, shaking, whimpering, whispering my name like a prayer she’d never forget.
And I smiled.
Because she’d never belong to anyone else now.
Not after this.
Not after me.
Not after Daddy.
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She was so warm.
So soft.
So wrecked.
I’d watched her fall asleep with my c*m leaking down her thighs. I’d dried her off with my own hands. Held
her until the tremors slowed and her breath went soft against my chest.
But I couldn’t sleep.
Not with her scent in my lungs.
Not with her cunt still twitching around nothing.
Not with my c**k hard again, laying thick and angry against her ass like it missed her already.
I couldn’t help it.
Not when she looked like that.
Naked. Flushed. Legs parted in her sleep.
A ruined little girl who’d let me f**k her throat, her p***y, her soul..and still begged for more.
So I slid back in.
Carefully.
Slow.
Buried the tip of my c**k into her warm, soaked cunt while she slept, and watched her face twitch from the
stretch.
She moaned in her sleep.
Tried to shift.
But I grabbed her hips. Kept her still. Pulled her ass back until I was halfway in.
And f**k, the feeling…
She was still wet.
Still swollen.
Still leaking with every inch I gave her.
My breath caught in my throat.
Her walls gripped me like they remembered me.
Like they’d been waiting.
I pushed deeper.
And deeper.
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And deeper.
Until I was buried to the base.
My c**k stretching her open all over again.
And that’s when she woke up.
Her eyes flew open.
Her breath caught.
Her mouth opened in a soft little gasp-
“D–Daddy…”
I grunted.
My hand wrapped around her throat from behind. Not tight. Just there.
Just enough for her to feel it.
“Shh,” I whispered into her ear. “Don’t talk. Just feel me.”
She squirmed.
I tightened my grip.
She moaned.
Her p***y clenched.
And f**k, I lost it.
“You know how f*****g dangerous this is?” I whispered, grinding into her slow. “You’re 18. Barely legal. And I’m thirty–eight years old with a c**k inside you before the sun’s even up.”
She whimpered.
I pulled out an inch.
Then slammed back in.
Hard.
She jolted in my arms. Her legs kicked.
But she didn’t pull away.
She never did.
“Do you know what that means, baby?” I hissed, dragging my lips down her neck. “It means you’re ruined. It means you’ll never be able to f**k anyone else again without thinking of how I made you bleed. How I made
you scream.”
Another thrust.
Slow.
Deep.
Her moan cracked.
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And I smiled.
Because I knew she loved it.
I could feel how wet she was.
I could feel her clenching around me like she wanted to come again already.
“You think some college boy’s ever gonna f**k you like this?” I growled, f*****g her harder now, one hand gripping her tit, the other around her throat. “You think he’s gonna choke you while he fills your cunt with his c*m every night and calls you Daddy’s little w***e?”
“N–no–Daddy–f**k–I can’t..”
“You can,” I snarled. “And you will. You’ll take this c**k every f*****g morning before you eat. Before you brush your teeth. Before you even say good morning. You’ll wake up with me inside you until you don’t remember what it feels like to be empty.”
She cried out.
Her back arched.
I rolled her n****e between my fingers and slammed into her harder.
Flesh slapped flesh.
The bed rocked.
Her moans turned into sobs.
And I couldn’t stop.
I wouldn’t.
“You wanna come?” I breathed against her ear. “You wanna cream all over my c**k again, you filthy little
cumdump?”
“Y–yes–yes, please, Daddy, please-”
“Then beg.”
“Please–I’ll be good–I’ll do anything–please don’t stop–please come inside–I want it–I need it..”
That did it.
I lost control.
I grabbed both her wrists and pinned them above her head.
Rolled her onto her stomach.
And f****d her into the mattress.
The headboard slammed the wall.
Her screams tore through the room.
My balls slapped her soaked, messy cunt with every thrust.
“You feel that, baby?”
My voice came out low. Coarse. Close to breaking.
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I was so deep inside her I could barely breathe.
So deep I swear her p***y was trying to drag my soul out through my c**k.
I didn’t wait for her to answer.
I didn’t need her to.
Her body said everything.
She was trembling.
Arched.
Her back bowed in surrender.
Legs shaking.
Face slack with shock, lips parted in a moan she was too wrecked to finish.
I gripped her hips tighter, dragged her closer until our skin kissed.
Until her ass was flush against my hips and her p***y sucked every last inch of me in.
“That’s not just d**k,” I whispered, voice hot against her ear as I rocked into her slow and heavy. “That’s ownership. That’s thirty–eight years of hunger buried in a tight, eighteen–year–old cunt that was made to be
mine.”
She gasped.
And I smiled.
Because she wasn’t ready.
Not for me.
Not for this.
Not for the way a real man f***s.
I moved again.
Rolled my hips.
Made her feel every inch.
Every ridge.
Every swollen vein pulsing inside her.
“You feel how deep I am, sweetheart?” I growled, dragging my hand up her back, up to her shoulder, pressing her down into the bed like the little toy she was. “You feel how your body clenches around me? Like it knows. Like it doesn’t ever want to let me go?”
She whimpered.
And f**k, it made me twitch inside her.
That little sound. That wrecked little noise that told me she was too far gone to fake anything.
“Your p***y’s crying for me,” I groaned, pulling out just enough to make her feel the loss before slamming back in hard enough to shake the mattress. “It’s leaking, twitching, begging like a slut who doesn’t even care
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if the sun’s up or who hears her scream.”
Her moan cracked.
She tried to crawl away.
Instinct, maybe.
But I grabbed her waist. Dragged her back.
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“No,” I growled. “You don’t run from this. You asked for this. You begged for it when you opened those pretty thighs for me. When you looked up at me with c*m on your chin and tears in your lashes and told me you
were mine.”
I gritted my teeth.
Thrust deeper.
Harder.
“You don’t get to play innocent now,” I hissed. “Not when I’ve been inside your throat. Not when I’ve painted your womb twice and watched it drip back out while you whimpered and begged for more.”
She sobbed beneath me.
But not from pain.
Her cunt was soaked.
Overflowing.
Milking me with every stroke like her body wanted the punishment.
Like it didn’t know how to feel anything else now.
“You don’t even know how dangerous this is, do you?” I whispered. “You’re a baby. Eighteen. Fresh. And I’m old enough to be your f*****g father.”
I bent over her back.
Bit her shoulder.
Dragged my teeth down her spine.
“You think any boy your age can f**k you like this? You think he knows how to stretch your p***y so wide you’ll be ruined for anyone else? You think he’s ever seen a girl cry because she liked the way it hurt?”
I reached around, grabbed her tit.
Squeezed.
Twisted.
Made her moan louder, made her back arch again like she needed it.
“You’re not gonna marry some college boy, baby,” I whispered. “You’re not gonna fall in love with somer who takes you out on dinner dates and gives you flowers and asks for permission to touch you.”
I moved again.
Ground my c**k in circles inside her swollen cunt.
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Watched her toes curl.
Watched her arms shake.
“No,” I growled. “You’re gonna stay right here. With me. In my bed. On my c**k. For the rest of your life.”
I reached up and grabbed her jaw, twisted her head to face me.
“You’re gonna cook my breakfast with my c*m still dripping down your legs. You’re gonna sit at my table with my bite marks on your t**s. You’re gonna walk through this house, aching and stretched and full of me, and you’re gonna thank me for it.”
Tears rolled down her face.
But her p***y clenched tighter.
“Yeah,” I whispered, dragging my thumb across her bottom lip. “You like the way that sounds, don’t you? You like when I talk to you like this. When I use you. When I f**k you while you sleep. When I make you wake up with my c**k already inside you.”
She nodded.
Frantic.
Desperate.
And I kissed her.
Dark.
Deep.
Wet.
The kind of kiss that claimed her all over again.
Then I let her go.
Pinned her wrists.
And started to f**k her again.
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“Come for me,” I growled against her neck. “Soak me, slut. Show me how much you like being used.”
“s**t,” I whispered, pulling out and flipping her over with one rough tug. “I can feel it building in you again. Your body’s begging for it.”
She moaned when her back hit the bed.
“Look at that mess,” I groaned. “Look at this f*****g p***y, baby. Look what I did to it. You’re wrecked. Ruined. You’ll never walk into a room again without feeling me dripping down your thighs.”
I spread her open.
Watched her flinch.
Watched her tremble.
Then I lowered my face.
Sucked her swollen clit into my mouth and growled.
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That was all it took.
She screamed.
Her hands flew to my hair, yanked me closer as her thighs clamped around my head.
Her whole body locked up.
Then it hit.
The fifth orgasm.
The one that made her sob and scream all at once.
The one that made her whole body quake like she’d been struck by lightning.
And then.
“Oh f**k–f**k–Daddy–f**k–I’m…”
She exploded.
Squirted.
Her p***y gushed all over my face.
Sprayed my tongue, my beard, my cheeks–shot up so hard it hit my throat.
I moaned.
Didn’t stop.
I sucked her clit harder, tongue f*****g her leaking hole like I wanted to drown in it.
“Good f*****g girl,” I growled against her cunt. “Make a mess. Squirt for me. Soak me, baby. That’s it. That’s f*****g it. Don’t hold back. Let go.”
She couldn’t stop.
Her hips bucked against my face like she was possessed.
Like she didn’t know what planet she was on anymore.
She sobbed my name.
begged me to stop.
begged me not to.
then begged me to never stop again.
I gripped her thighs tighter.
Dug my fingers into the soft flesh.
Held her down.
And licked her clean.
“That’s five,” I whispered, when I finally came up for air. My face was soaked. My beard dripped with her c*m. Five f*****g orgasms, baby. You know how many girls your age ever even get one?”
She was sobbing now.
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Hair sticking to her lips.
Her chest rising and falling like she’d just been dragged through hell and loved every second of it.
I leaned in.
Kissed her open mouth.
Made her taste herself on my tongue.
Then I whispered against her lips.
“Count’s not over yet, baby. I haven’t even f****d your mouth again.”
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“I said get on your f*****g knees.”
She gasped.
Froze like her whole nervous system had short–circuited from just hearing my voice drop an octave. Then her knees gave out like gravity had been waiting for me to speak. Like her body had been aching for the order.
She dropped.
Hard.
Hit the floor like a slut who knew where she belonged. Right at my feet. On her knees.
The same floor still sticky from the last time I bent her over and pumped my c*m so deep into her she
couldn’t walk straight for an hour.
She didn’t even look up yet.
She just knelt there.
Trembling. Head bowed. Hands limp beside her soaked thighs. Her chest heaved like she’d run a f*****g
marathon.
Her hair was a wild, sweaty mess..knotted with dried spit and my c*m. Her lips were parted like she could
still taste herself from when I made her ride my c**k until she broke in my lap.
And fuck..she was twitching already.
Her thighs clenched. Her toes curled. Her n*****s were hard as bullets through the thin tank top she hadn’t
even bothered to pull back down.
“Look at me.”
Her head tilted up.
Slow.
Eyes glazed. Cheeks flushed. Lips glistening. She looked wrecked. Like her p***y was still quivering. Like her
brain had melted somewhere between her last orgasm and the moment I grabbed her hair and told her to
kneel.
She was gone.
Ruined.
Mine.
“You want Daddy’s c**k again, baby?” I growled, grabbing a fistful of her tangled hair. “You want to taste what
made you scream so loud the neighbors turned their lights on?”
She nodded.
Quick and f*****g Desperate. Her whole body f*****g vibrated like she couldn’t bear one more second without
it.
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But I don’t accept nods.
I slapped her.
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Open palm. Sharp and hot against her cheek..just enough to make her gasp and twitch, just enough to make
her eyes go wide with the kind of hunger that only pain unlocked.
Then I grabbed her jaw. Squeezed until her mouth opened.
“Use your voice.”
“Y–yes, Daddy,” she whispered. “Please… I need it. I need to suck your c**k. I need it in my throat.”
I smiled.
That slow, filthy kind of smile that says you’re not ready, baby, but I’m gonna give it to you anyway.
“Then open f*****g wide.”
I didn’t just give it to her. I fed it to her.
Slapped my c**k against her face..once, twice…watching her flinch, then moan. It was still coated in her slick,
still thick and angry from how hard she’d made me c*m earlier. I smeared the swollen head across her cheek.
Her nose. Her lips. Down her chin.
Then I pushed.
Her lips stretched wide as the tip popped in.
Her tongue came out instinctively, licking the underside like her mouth had memorized my shape. She
moaned as I sank deeper.
Inch.
By inch.
Her throat flexed. Her lips tightened. She f*****g sucked like she’d been training her whole life to do just this.
“f**k,” I growled, both hands gripping her hair now, holding her still as I rocked my hips forward. “You’ve got a
mouth made for sin, baby. I could f**k this hole forever.”
She whimpered around me.
Then sucked harder.
Took more.
Until I hit the back of her throat.
She gagged.
And I didn’t stop.
I held her there. Buried deep. Felt her throat convulse as she tried to breathe around me. Watched her drool
spill down her chin. Watched her eyes water and flutter as her fingers curled into my thighs.
Then I pulled out.
Slow. Wet. Her lips clung to me. Her tongue chased the shaft like she couldn’t stand for it to leave.
She coughed. Choked.
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And still f*****g moaned.
I snapped.
Grabbed her skull with both hands. Slammed back in.
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“Take it,” I snarled, thrusting hard enough to shove her back an inch on the floor. “Take all of it. You were made for this. Not school. Not fairytales. Not sweet little dates with soft boys who don’t know how to fuck.”
I rammed deep.
“You were made for my cock.”
Again.
“This ruin.”
Again.
“This f*****g stretch.”
Her nose smashed against my abdomen every time I bottomed out. Her throat bulged with the size of me. Her t**s jiggled as her whole body rocked from the force. And her hands?
Those dirty little hands were between her thighs, rubbing her clit in circles as she sucked my c**k like a
f*****g starved w***e.
“You’re not my equal,” I groaned, eyes burning as I slammed in to the hilt. “You’re my fuckhole. My c*m dumpster. My tight little throat to use and break and fill.”
She moaned.
Around me.
f*****g choked on it and moaned like she was begging for more.
I lost it.
Groaned deep. My hips bucked forward and held. Balls tight. c**k twitching as I shoved her face down on it and came like a f*****g animal.
“Take it–f**k–take every drop..”
I didn’t let her move.
Just gripped her skull, and fed her my c*m.
Hot. Thick. Endless.
Shot after shot.
Straight down her throat until she was shaking.
She tried to pull back.
I growled.
“Swallow it, baby. Every f*****g drop. Not a speck hits the floor. You wanna be my good girl, don’t you?”
She whined. Nodded. Tears streaking her cheeks as her throat moved around me.
She swallowed.
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Once.
Twice.
Again.
Sucked the last of it out like I was her favorite flavor and she’d just gotten her first taste in years.
When I finally pulled out..slow and twitching, c**k wet and red and glistening..she opened her mouth.
Tongue out.
Clean.
Empty.
f*****g beautiful.
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“Good f*****g girl,” I rasped, grabbing her face with one hand and dragging my thumb over her soaked lips.
Look at this mess. Look what you f*****g did to yourself.”
I crouched low, face inches from hers.
“Never,” I breathed, voice rough with sin, “have I ever thought I’d f**k a girl my daughter’s age…” I laughed
under my breath, dark and bitter and already so f*****g hard again. “…but f**k, Lyra.”
I gripped her hair tighter, jerked her head back, made her feel it. “You don’t even know what the f**k you’ve done to me.”
My c**k was still twitching.
Still leaking.
Still pressing against her flushed, tear–streaked cheek like it hadn’t just unloaded a week’s worth of c*m
down her throat.
“You think I give a s**t about morals?” I hissed. “You think I care how wrong this is? You think I’d stop even if your best friend walked in right now?”
I shoved two fingers into her mouth. Hard. Fast. Down her throat.
She gagged.
Didn’t pull away.
Didn’t even blink.
She f*****g moaned around them.
I snarled.
“That’s what I thought.”
I yanked her up by the throat. She stumbled, eyes wide, thighs quivering, mouth still open as if she didn’t know if I was going to spit in it of f**k it again.
I pinned her to the wall, c**k grinding against her stomach through my pants, leaving a wet, sticky trail where my tip smeared precum across her skin.
“Look what you do to me, baby,” I growled, cupping her jaw with one hand while my other gripped her ass. Look what this tight little body f*****g does to a man like me”
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i bent low, nuzzled her throat, licked up the salt and sweat and desperation.
“You think I’m proud of this?” I asked, biting her ear. “You think I’m proud that I want to ruin every inch of you? That I think about you when I’m in meetings? That I’ve come in my ******g fist thinking about your ** bouncing while you ride that pink little bicycle down my street?”
She gasped.
Shook
*****g whimpered.
I pressed my lips to her ear.
“You were made to be broken by me.”
I said it right against her throat, licking the sweat as she trembled in my grip. She shuddered like her whole soul heard it. Like something inside her snapped. Gave in. Let go.
And f**k, I wasn’t done.
“I wanna suck your titties.” My voice cracked. Rough. Starved. My hands were already bouncing her t**s like they were f*****g sacred. “Oh f**k, baby… I wanna suck your f*****g titties.”
1 cupped them both. Warm. Soft. f*****g perfect.
“I wanna bury my face in them. Bite them. Make you scream.” I groaned as I shoved my face down into the valley of her t**s, dragging my tongue over her skin like a man possessed. “I wanna c*m on them, baby.” My c**k twitched. My breathing turned animal. “Can I?”
She gasped.
Nodded.
Then said it.
“Yes, Daddy,” she cried, arching up into my mouth, her fingers clawing at my shoulders. “Fuck..yes! c*m on my titties. Use them. Mark them. Please..fuck…please.”
I growled.
Loud.
I wrapped my lips around one swollen n****e and sucked. Hard. Until her back arched off the counter and her moan cracked through the kitchen like a f*****g prayer. I bit it. Licked it. Switched to the other and slobbered over it until her chest was glistening.
She was whimpering.
Writhing.
Whispering filth under her breath while her thighs rubbed together.
“You like that, baby?” I snarled, sliding my c**k between her t**s now, smearing precum across her chest as I pushed her breasts together with both hands. “You like Daddy’s c**k between your perfect big t**s?”
She moaned so loud it echoed.
“Yes–yes–yes–more–don’t stop..”
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And I didn’t.
I f****d them.
Slow at first. Letting the slick heat of her skin tease my tip. Then faster. Harder. Filthier.
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My c**k slid between her t**s like it belonged there, rubbing against her throat, dripping all over her flushed skin while she kept moaning for it like a girl who didn’t give a f**k about right or wrong anymore.
“Open your mouth,” I growled.
She did.
Tongue out.
Eyes locked on mine.
“You look so f*****g pretty with Daddy’s c**k on your t**s and your mouth begging for it.”
I felt it boiling.
That snap.
That eruption.
“I’m gonna f*****g c*m–f**k–gonna c*m, baby–gonna paint these f*****g tits..”
She squealed, squeezed her breasts tighter.
“Do it, Daddy. f*****g c*m on me. Mark me. Ruin me…”
And I did.
I roared.
Exploded.
Thick, hot ropes shot across her chest, her neck, her lips, her t**s. One long, violent orgasm that left her drenched, glistening, whimpering like she’d been baptized in filth.
I stroked out the last drop.
Let it spill across her n****e.
Then bent low, licked it off slow, sucked her tit back into my mouth like it was the sweetest thing I’d ever
tasted.
“Mine,” I whispered.
“Yours,” she moaned.
Still wide open.
Still needy.
Still waiting.
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Her p***y glistened between her legs as she crawled, leaving a trail of slick across the f*****g floor like her
body wanted to be traced.
I watched.
Stroking my c**k.
Groaning.
“I really want to f**k you in my wolf form.” The words ripped from my throat, rough and low, barely human
anymore. “Oh f**k, Lyra. I want to shift. I want to f**k you like the f*****g alpha I am.”
She froze for a second..just one..but her breath hitched. Her cunt clenched. I saw it. The way her back arched
like she wanted it. Like she imagined it. Like the thought of my beast claiming her sent a shiver straight to
her womb.
“Not now,” I growled, pacing behind her like the animal was already under my skin. “But I will. Soon. I f*****g swear it.” My voice cracked. My eyes burned gold. “And when I do..fuck..you’ll beg me. You’ll scream for me to
stop.”
I knelt behind her.
Ran my hand down her spine.
Gripped her ass in both hands and spread her wide.
“But I won’t f*****g stop.”
My mouth went to her p***y. I licked her like I was starving. Like she was my kill and I needed to taste every drop before I f****d her raw. She moaned. Bucked.
Cried out as my tongue stabbed deep, dragging across her clit in long, rough swipes that made her legs
tremble.
Then I stood.
“Now come here.”
She turned, eyes dazed, lips swollen, t**s still painted with c*m.
“I wanna f**k your tight little p***y again.” I grabbed her waist. Hauled her up. Slammed her back against the bedroom wall and hoisted one leg over my hip.
“You hear me?” I growled against her throat, voice low, breath hot, c**k pressed so hard between her soaked thighs she was already shaking.
“I want to feel that tight little cunt stretch again. I want to hear it cry. I want to watch your p***y swallow me
like it was made for my cock.”
I shoved her back against the bedroom wall, grabbed her thigh, and hooked it high over my hip, exposing her dripping core, her lips glossy and begging to be split open again.
I slapped my c**k against her clit once. Twice. She jolted, whimpered, head falling back like she was drunk
on the feeling already.
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“I wanna fill it,” I growled, stroking myself slow against her slit, precum already smearing.
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“So deep you f*****g sob. So hard your p***y forgets every c**k but mine. So long you lose track of how many
times I’ve made you cum.”
She gasped.
Tried to speak.
But I didn’t give her the chance.
I shoved inside her in one brutal, claiming thrust.
Balls. f*****g. Deep.
She screamed.
Her body convulsed.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her p***y clenching so f*****g tight I almost lost control right there.
“That’s it,” I hissed, grinding into her, c**k stretching her open, pushing against her cervix like it belonged
there. “That’s Daddy’s p***y. You feel that, baby? Feel how deep I am?”
She cried out, legs shaking, mouth falling open in pure f*****g ruin.
“You feel how full you are?” I grabbed her face. Squeezed. “Say it. Say who’s inside you.”
“You, Daddy..fuck..so deep..I can’t..I can’t..”
“You can,” I snarled, biting down on her throat as I slammed in again. And again. And again. “You will.”
Her moans turned into sobs.
Her sobs turned into gasping little squeals.
And I didn’t stop.
If****d her against the wall like I was trying to drill through her. Her t**s bounced against my chest. Her ass slapped with every thrust. Her cunt gripped me like it was trying to milk the life out of me.
“You think I’m done with you?” I bit her earlobe, slammed in so hard her leg slipped. I caught her, f****d her harder for it. “I’m not stopping till I break this p***y. I’m not stopping till it drips when I f*****g look at it.”
She was already there.
Tears streaming.
Mouth slack.
Legs trembling.
And I just kept going.
“You know what I want, Lyra?” I growled into her ear, slamming her harder into the wall, her body limp with overstimulation, her cunt still choking my c**k like it didn’t want to let go.
“I want to press your big f*****g titties together and f**k your chest till you’re soaked in my c*m again.”
I didn’t wait. I grabbed both t**s in my hands and squeezed. Thumbs on her n*****s, making her cry out, back arching. I bit her neck, dragged my teeth down to her collarbone, then leaned back just to watch them
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bounce.
“***k, I want to f**k you on this wall.” My voice turned to gravel. My thrusts got meaner. Her p***y was soaking us both now, leaking all over my c**k, down her thighs, slicking my balls.
“I want to f**k your ass next,” I snarled, slapping her ass hard enough to make her jolt and yelp. Then I slapped it again. And again.
The sound cracked through the room like thunder while her skin turned red beneath my hand.
“Yeah,“I hissed, grinding into her like I was already imagining that tight hole clenching around me.
“You’d cry, wouldn’t you? You’d scream when I stretch that virgin hole wide open and stuff every f*****g inch
inside it.”
She whimpered.
Shook.
But didn’t say no.
Didn’t stop me.
Her eyes rolled back. Her thighs spasmed around my waist. Her moans were broken now–raw, high–pitched,
wrecked. I slammed into her harder. Each thrust bounced her body up the wall.
“You’d take it, wouldn’t you, baby?” I growled. “Take Daddy’s c**k in your ass. While I spank you. While I tell
you how dirty you are. While I watch your cunt drip from just the thought of it.”
She sobbed.
“Yes..Daddy..please..fuck…do it..do anything..just don’t stop…”
I slapped her again. Her ass jiggled. Her p***y clenched. My c**k throbbed.
“That’s it,” I snarled. “My perfect little fuckdoll. My tight little cumhole. You’re gonna take it all. Every drop..
Every load. Every inch. You belong to me now. And I’m never letting you go.”
“You have no f*****g idea what I wanna do to you, Lyra.”
I slammed in again. Harder. Her scream cracked like glass. Her p***y clenched around me like a vice, soaked and fluttering, begging for more even while she shook like she couldn’t handle it.
“I want to chain you to my bed.”
Thrust.
“Leave you naked for days.”
Thrust.
“Put a collar around your neck and only take it off to choke you while I f**k your throat.”
She moaned..no, cried..eyes wide, tongue out, drooling now as her cunt squelched around me, milking me like
her body was addicted.
“I want to wake you up with my c**k in your mouth.” I bit her earlobe, dragged my tongue along her jaw as she
moaned louder. “Not gently. Not sweet. I wanna shove it in while you’re still asleep. Watch you gag and choke
and squirm in your sheets while I face–f**k you awake.”
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I thrust harder.
Faster.
Her whole body bounced up the wall now, her t**s slapping against my chest, her throat straining with every
moan.
“I want to f**k your p***y raw in the shower,” I snarled. “Steam everywhere. Water scalding. You slipping all over the tiles because your legs can’t hold you up anymore. You’ll cry and beg me to stop.”
I laughed. Dark. Savage.
“And I’ll f**k you harder.”
“I wanna tie you up,” I hissed against her neck, thrusting with brutal rhythm.
“Spread–eagle on my desk while I sit across from you on a Zoom call. You’ll whimper through the gag while my c*m leaks out of your p***y, soaking the wood.”
She screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, her legs convulsing, her cunt clenching like a fist, her juices squirting down my c**k and dripping off my balls.
And still..I didn’t stop.
“I want to f**k you in the woods.” My voice was cracked now. Ferocious. Borderline animal. “Shift into my wolf. Rip your clothes off. Pin you down in the dirt with my fangs at your throat and f**k you so deep you howl.”
She sobbed.
Moaned.
Came again.
Eyes rolling, mouth open, drooling.
But I wasn’t done.
“I want to c*m inside your p***y,” I groaned. “Then flip you over and push it into your ass. I want my seed leaking out of both holes while you whimper and shake and beg me to stop ruining you.”
I growled.
Buried myself to the f*****g hilt. Ground against her womb.
“I want to breed you.”
Her body bucked violently.
“Put a baby in you.”
She choked on a scream.
“Watch your belly swell with my pup. Watch your t**s grow, heavy with milk. And when your body’s aching and full and sore..I’ll still f**k you. Every night. Until you’re crying with pleasure and can’t remember who you were
before me.”
I slammed in again.
Her nails ripped my back open.
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Her legs gave out completely.
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“I want to keep you pregnant,” I growled. “Over. And over. And over. A litter, Lyra. You hear me? I want a f*****g
litter.”
Her cunt clamped around me.
She wailed.
Squirted.
Shattered in my arms.
And I wasn’t done.
Her body was twitching. Shaking. Gasping like she couldn’t take another second of it but her p***y was dripping. Still clenching. Still begging.
And I wasn’t done.
Not even close.
I growled into her neck, slammed in deeper, hips slapping hard, burying every thick, pulsing inch of c**k into
her over and over like I was punishing her for existing.
“You want to come again?” I hissed, my voice barely human anymore. “You want Daddy to ruin that clit for good?”
She couldn’t speak.
She just sobbed and nodded and trembled like her body was breaking apart.
I reached between us.
Found that swollen, soaked little bundle of nerves.
And pinched.
Hard.
Two fingers. Right on her clit. Tight. Ruthless.
She screamed.
f*****g shattered in my arms again, her whole cunt spasming violently around me, juice pouring out like she was pissing herself.
I kept f*****g through it.
Deeper.
Rougher.
Animal.
And then my vision blurred.
My bones stretched.
My breath came out ragged.
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My Tangs dropped.
They tore through my gums with a sick, satisfying snap, and I saw her eyes go wide. Saw her realize I was
losing control. That my woll was pushing through. That I was no longer man. I was Alpha.
And I was about to claim her.
“You’re mine.” I growled, fangs glinting. “Do you hear me? I don’t care what the f**k the law says. I don’t care
who watches. I don’t care if the gods themselves strike me down.”
“You. Are. Mine.”
Then I bent my head.
Snarled against her throat.
And sank my fangs in.
Deep.
Right into her neck.
Right into the f*****g spot.
She screamed again..this time a mix of agony and bliss..as I docked my bite, sealing it. Blood touched my
tongue. Warm. Sweet. Mine.
Her p***y clamped down so hard I saw stars.
She came again as she convulsed and collapsed.