Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 6

~Lyra~

I fucked myself hard.

Fist buried.

Palm slapping wet against my clit.

Juices leaking down my thighs.

And then..

The door creaked.

Again.

Slow.

Louder this time.

The air changed.

I felt it in my spine.

In my cunt.

He was there.

Watching.

I didn’t stop.

I spread my legs wider. Arch my back.

Let my pussy open wide under the steam..wet, swollen, glistening like it was already fucked raw.

My fingers stayed right where I needed them, rubbing circles over my clit, faster now, slicker. Every touch made my hips jerk. Every breath was a moan.

“Do you see it, Daddy?” I whimpered.

My voice cracked. My head dropped. My mouth fell open as I kept rubbing, faster, rougher, like I needed to rub the ache out of my soul.

“I’m dripping for you…”

My free hand moved down.

Slid between the cheeks of my ass.

I pressed my fingers deeper..past my folds, between the swollen lips of my cunt, until I was knuckle-deep in my own heat.

I fucked myself.

Hard.

One finger.

Two.

Then three.

I gasped.

The stretch was filthy. Loud. Soaked.

Water slapped the floor. Steam curled around me like a cloak of sin.

And I didn’t stop.

Couldn’t.

“Fuck… Daddy… fuck..”

I bit my own lip to keep from screaming.

The slick squelch of my fingers plunging into my cunt echoed off the tile like p**n turned up too loud.

And the door?

It stayed cracked.

A sliver of hallway showing through.

Just enough for him to watch.

Just enough for him to see his little Omega bitch destroying herself for him.

I rocked on my knees, ass high, back arched, mouth panting.

“Please come in…”

I whimpered it like a prayer. Like a threat. Like an orgasm waiting to detonate.

“Please use me…”

I shoved my fingers in deeper.

Faster.

My palm slapped my clit.

I cried out..loud this time.

High. Desperate. Wet.

My pussy clenched around my fingers like it couldn’t take it.

And then I collapsed.

Right there on the floor.

On my side.

My thighs twitching. My belly fluttering.

My cunt leaking thick, creamy strings down my leg.

I rolled to my back, chest heaving, my hand still between my thighs as I rubbed slow, soft, teasing circles over my overstimulated clit.

I wasn’t done.

Not yet.

“Daddy…” I moaned again, breath shaking.

I reached up with my other hand..cupped my tit, squeezed it, pinched my nipple until it hurt.

And I pictured him.

Standing in the dark.

Arms crossed.

Cock hard under his pants.

Watching me like I was nothing but a toy that hadn’t earned the right to be touched yet.

I rubbed again.

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