Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 133

How Did That Happen?

~Lyra~

Did he just tell me to bite his d**k?

Oh my f*****g God.

He really just told me to bite his d**k.

I’m not even exaggerating. He said it with a straight face.

“Bite Daddy’s dick.” That’s what came out of his mouth like it was the most normal thing in the world. Like he was asking me to pass the salt or sit down for a family dinner or take a polite little sip of poison from the holy grail of Alpha c**k.

I cannot breathe.

Okay, my girlies, my sisters in sin, my fellow emotionally unstable sluts..can we all have a quick moment together?

Can we all just take a f*****g moment and imagine this man..this massive, terrifying, dangerously calm, fully dressed Alpha..sitting back in a leather chair with his pants undone, c**k thick and veiny and hard as hell, leaking at the tip, and he looks down at you, his pregnant, milk–dripping, ruined little Omega on hor – knees. and he says, “Bite Daddy’s dick.”

What would you do? Because me?

I f*****g broke.

My whole body lit up like I’d been tasered. My clit throbbed so hard I whimpered. My mouth filled with saliva like I was starving.

My p***y clenched so tight I thought I was going to c*m just from the words. I was already wet before, already leaking milk, already aching everywhere/but now I’m ruined.

Absolutely. I need him like I need air. And it’s not fair. It’s not okay. I should be resisting. I should be screaming that I’m still in high school and pregnant and his daughter’s best friend and this is wrong, wrong,

wrong.

But all I can think is..yes.

Yes, I want to bite it. Yes, I want to suck it until I cry. Yes, I want to feel him twitch on my tongue while he calls me good girl and uses my throat like it was made for him.

I want to sob with his c**k halfway down my throat and my hands shaking and my whole body dripping and he just keeps going. I want my jaw to hurt and my eyes to roll back and my mind to go blank. I want to taste the man who made me a mommy before I ever got my diploma.

I’m on my knees.

I look up at him, still trembling, and my lips part without me even thinking.

“You want me to bite it?” I whispered, my voice barely holding together as my eyes flicked up to his.

My mouth was already open, my breath hot and heavy, and the second I said it… the second those words left

How Did That Happen?

my lips..my p***y clenched so hard it physically made me twitch.

“You actually want me to bite it?” I asked again, blinking, like somehow I had heard him wrong, like maybe I was still half–asleep and dreaming this whole f****d–up thing.

But I wasn’t. I was very awake. Very aware. Very much on my knees between my Alpha’s thighs, and this. man..this powerful, possessive, controlling man was sitting back, stroking the thickest c**k I’d ever seen, and

telling me to put my teeth on it like that was a normal request.

And he wasn’t laughing.

He wasn’t teasing.

He wasn’t joking.

He was dead f*****g serious.

“Damon,” I said, voice shaking as I stared at the thick length he was slowly pumping in his fist. “You want me

to just… lean in and… bite your d**k? Like a little wolf marking her territory? Is that what this is?

He didn’t say anything.

He didn’t have to.

His eyes locked on mine like he was daring me to keep talking, daring me to move closer, daring me to back out now that I’d already fallen to my knees and started panting like a b***h in heat.

He kept stroking his c**k.

The sound of it made me dizzy. I could hear how wet he was. How desperate. How f*****g hard I made him. It

was cruel. It was addictive.

“You’re insane,” I whispered, licking my lips even as I said it. “You’re actually insane, and I think I love you

more because of it.”

I shuffled forward, closer to the edge of the bed, closer to where he sat like a king on a throne, spreading his legs wider like he wanted me to see every inch.

I was trembling. My hands were shaking. My thighs were sticky. My panties were soaked through to the floor.

“You want me to leave teeth marks on your c**k,” I said, almost laughing because it was so unbelievable and yet my p***y clenched again and I knew..I f*****g knew..I was going to do it.

“You want me to sink my teeth into the same c**k that bred me. The same c**k that tied me to you.

“The same c**k that filled me so deep I couldn’t speak for a full hour and now I can’t stop thinking about it.

“You want me to bite it and mark you and suck it like I’m starving and pretend this is normal when I am so far gone I would do anything for you right now.”

I traced my fingers along his thighs as I lowered myself between them, breathing hard, mouth already watering as I stared at the thick length of him..hard, pulsing, slick at the tip.

Every vein throbbed like it was daring me to move closer, and my hands shook as I wrapped my fingers around the base, tongue flicking out just enough to taste him.

I was about to suck it. Finally. After all the teasing, all the dirty talk, all the wrecked promises..I was about to wrap my mouth around Daddy’s c**k and show him what his kitten could really do.

How Did That Happen?

That was when his phone started ringing.

f*****g ringing.

I froze for a second, lips just barely brushing the tip, and blinked up at him like maybe he would grab it. Maybe he would take one second to handle whatever was obviously important enough to interrupt the most dramatic blowjob of my entire hormonal life.

But he didn’t move.

The phone kept ringing.

And I tried. I really f*****g tried to ignore it. I closed my eyes. I licked the side of his c**k. I wrapped both hands around it and opened my mouth wider, desperate to shut it out, desperate to lose myself in the weight of him, the taste of him, the way his breathing changed when I flicked my tongue just right.

But it wouldn’t stop.

And I couldn’t stop thinking about yesterday.

Because yesterday he got a call.

A call he ignored.

And it’s been sitting in my chest ever since, gnawing at the back of my brain like something I’m not supposed

to ask about. Something that felt wrong.

So I pulled back slowly, lips shiny, fingers still wrapped around his c**k, and looked up at hir

“Go answer your phone, Damon,” I said quietly, licking my lips and hating how needy I still sounded. “I’ll be

here waiting.”

His jaw clenched. His eyes burned into mine like I had just slapped him. And when he spoke, it wasn’t calm. It wasn’t teasing. It was that dark, growled command that made my p***y throb harder and my n*****s leak like I was begging to be ruined.

“No, kitten,” he said, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my mouth right back to his c**k. “f**k the call. Satisfy me.”

“No, Daddy,” I said, pulling back again and planting both hands on his thighs to keep myself from diving right back onto his c**k like a starving animal. “Go answer your call first. I don’t like the way it’s been ringing like.

that. What if it’s important?”

He didn’t move.

His jaw ticked. His nostrils flared. His hand tightened in my hair like he was two seconds away from dragging my mouth back down to the base of him, consequences be damned.

I held my ground.

Barely.

“It rang yesterday too,” I said, blinking up at him with wide, serious eyes. “And you didn’t call them back. I noticed. And now it’s ringing again, and I’m about to suck your c**k, and I need to know that I’m not sucking you while the world is falling apart around us.”

He grunted low in his throat, the sound deep and pissed and vibrating down into my cunt like he knew exactly

what that voice did to me. But I didn’t let it break me.

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“I’ll be good,” I whispered, sliding my hand up the length of his c**k slowly, deliberately, “but I want your focused. I want your head clear. I want your hands on me. I don’t want you half here and half somewhere else. So go handle it. Go check your phone. Then come back and use my throat like you promised.”

He stared at me.

Breathing like a f*****g beast.

“You’re lucky you’re carrying my pups,” he muttered under his breath, standing slowly, c**k still hard and glistening from my spit as he reached for the phone that wouldn’t stop ringing.

“And you’re lucky I don’t throw you over my knee for talking back right now.”

I bit my lip to keep from smirking.

Because I knew I’d won.

Just a little.

And it felt powerful in a way that made my n*****s leak and my stomach flip. I stayed on my knees, watching him walk across the room with his c**k still hard. He picked up the phone, swiped it angrily, and answered

with a growl in his voice.

“What.”

He didn’t speak right away. But the shift in his energy was instant.

His eyes narrowed.

His breath slowed.

His jaw clenched like his teeth were grinding together behind it.

“What the hell do you mean that happened?”

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