Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 246

"You scream. You pout. You throw tantrums like a baby who forgot she was bred last night until her brain stopped working. And now you want to punish me? You want to bite me again? Then do it right. Bite Daddy’s cock."

She didn’t move, but her breathing changed. Her eyes locked onto mine like she was testing her limits.

Her bottom lip trembled, still slick from the tears she cried minutes ago. Her nipples were tight, swollen, leaking. Her thighs were flexing on either side of my lap. Her body was saying yes. Loudly.

I brought my mouth to her ear, my breath hot against her skin, every word designed to make her squirm.

"Get off my lap. Crawl between my legs. Look up at me with those big, glassy eyes while you open that filthy little mouth. Take me in. Bite me while you suck. Make me feel your attitude with those perfect fucking teeth. Mark me. Scar me. I’ll let you. But you won’t like what comes after."

I slid one hand down to her cunt and cupped the soaked heat between her thighs. She jerked. She moaned.

She melted into my touch like she didn’t care anymore about school or crying or any of that fucking nonsense.

"You’re already dripping for it," I growled into her neck. "And I haven’t even put you on your knees yet."

I licked up her jawline, slow and brutal, then pulled her face back with one hand in her hair, just tight enough to remind her who she belonged to.

"You bite Daddy’s cock and I promise I’ll reward you. I’ll fuck your throat raw. I’ll hold your head still with one hand and fuck so deep you forget how to swallow. I’ll thrust past your lips until your mascara runs and you start leaking down your thighs again without me even touching your pussy."

She whimpered.

I smiled.

"I want your teeth. I want you brave. I want you messy and reckless and mine. You think biting my shoulder makes you bold? Then prove it. Put those pretty lips where they belong. Wrap them around the cock that put pups in your belly and mark me there.

I tilted her chin up, met her eyes, and dragged my thumb across her bottom lip before slipping it into her mouth. She sucked. Instinctively. Perfectly.

"That’s it," I murmured, watching her suck my thumb like she was born for it. Her lips closed around it, soft and warm, her tongue swirling instinctively like she couldn’t help it.

Her eyes locked on mine, wide and glossy, still full of that attitude, but now trembling under the weight of everything she was feeling. "Good girl. Just like that. You know how to use that mouth when you want something, don’t you?"

She whimpered softly, and I pushed my thumb deeper into her mouth, pressing down on her tongue, watching her throat bob as she tried to breathe through her nose, milk still trickling down her bare chest like she was offering herself to be worshipped.

"Now imagine that’s my cock," I said, slow and filthy, my voice dragging heat across her skin. "Heavy on your tongue. Thick in your throat. Your jaw aching from how wide you’re holding it for me.

"Your eyes full of tears because I won’t let you stop. My hand in your hair. My hips grinding forward while you choke for air, and I say good girl through every thrust."

She moaned around my thumb.

I pulled it out slowly, trailing a string of spit from her lip, and used it to draw a wet line down the center of her chest, between her tits, over the soft curve of her belly, all the way down to the waistband of her panties.

"Scar me where it matters. Let me feel it every time I sink into your cunt and fuck you like you’re nothing but a womb to breed and a throat to own."

I cupped her pussy, pressed my palm flat against her, and felt the way she throbbed. Desperate. Aching. So wet I could feel it dripping through.

My hand moved in slow, torturous circles, just enough to make her gasp but not enough to let her cum.

"You think I’m joking?" I growled, mouth close to hers again. "You think this is a game? You bit me once, and now you think you’re brave.

But that was just your teeth. Your mouth hasn’t even earned a reaction yet. You want to impress Daddy? You want to make me grunt? Make me growl? Make me lose control?"

I pulled her hair harder, tilted her head all the way back, and looked into her eyes like I was reading her thoughts.

I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, slow and filthy, tasting the salt of her sweat and the milk that had dribbled all the way up to her collarbone.

My hand moved back to her soaked pussy, and I pressed two fingers against the fabric, rubbing in tight, merciless circles that made her gasp and jerk in my lap. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

"Do you feel that?" I growled. "That’s how wet you are just from being told what to do.

I brought my mouth right up to her ear, my voice rough and low and filthy enough to brand her from the inside out.

"You wanna make me grunt, baby?" I whispered. "Wanna see what happens when you bite the same cock that made you a mommy? Get on your knees.

Let me feed you every inch, slow and deep. Leave your teeth where they shouldn’t be. And I’ll make sure the next knot you take comes down your throat while you cry for more."

I gripped her thighs, lifted her, and shifted her down to the floor, gently but firmly, guiding her between my legs. She was panting. Shaking. Her eyes never left mine.

"Show Daddy what that mouth was made for," I said, already unbuckling my belt. "Be the good girl I know you are. And bite me."