Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 238

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

"This cock is mine now."

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

"Say it," I whispered. "Say it, Daddy. Say this cock belongs to me."

"You own it," he growled, voice barely there. "You fucking own me."

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

Fuck I’m going to cum.

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

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

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

And I love it.

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

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

And I’m not stopping. I can’t.

Because his cock is twitching so hard I can feel every vein, every pulse, every needy throb of him inside me. His knot is swelling. His grip is tightening. His jaw is clenched so hard I can see his teeth grinding, and his eyes are locked on me like I’m the only thing in the world that matters.

And I am.

Right now, I am his whole world.

His little Omega, eighteen and dripping and ruined.

His good girl turned filthy rider.

His pregnant mess of a mate who’s losing her mind on his cock and about to cum so hard she’ll probably squirt.

"Daddy," I moaned, dragging my nails down his chest while my thighs slapped against his with every drop of my hips. "Daddy, I can’t—fuck—I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum all over you. I’m gonna make a mess. I can’t hold it, I can’t.."

"I can’t hold it!"

Oh my God, I can’t fucking hold it. My whole body is shaking, and I swear my pussy is about to suck the soul out of his cock if I cum again like this.

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

His cock is so deep inside me I feel like I can’t breathe, and the only words I can manage right now are coming out in one loud, desperate moan

"I can’t—I can’t hold it, Daddy—fuck—I’m gonna cum.."

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

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

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

"Fuck," he growls, low and savage, his voice so deep it vibrates through my cunt. "Pour the oil on my chest, kitten."

Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Did he just..

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

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

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

And then I lost it.

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

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

And his cock..his cock was destroying me. I could feel every vein. Every pulse. I was sliding up and down that shaft like my cunt was possessed and starving.

"Daddy," I cried, dragging my hands over his chest, oil making it easy to glide over every ridge of his body. "Oh my God, I can’t—I can’t—I’m gonna fucking cum again, I swear—I can’t stop.."

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

And then I heard him.