Breed Me, Daddy Alpha

Damon 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

I smirked.

"Oh, I know what it was."

Another step.

I was close now. Inches away. My body towered over hers like I was made to pin her to every wall in this fucking penthouse.

"You were wet before you even left the house, weren’t you?"

She didn’t answer.

I leaned in, my mouth brushing her ear as I whispered.

"You were soaking when you called me"

She shivered.

"You were dripping when you saw my hard on picture"

I trailed one finger up her arm.

"You were pulsing the second I sent that photo."

I curled that finger under her chin and tilted her face up.

"And now here you are. All dressed up in your little skirt. Panties ruined. Eyes fucked-out. Looking at me like you forgot every reason you were mad."

Her lips trembled.

I didn’t let her speak.

I slid my thumb into her mouth.

Just like that.

Slow. Firm.

She gasped and moaned around it, sucking it in without hesitation.

I grinned.

"There she is," I murmured. "My pretty little cumslut. Didn’t even knock. Couldn’t wait to get her throat filled, huh?"

I pressed her back against the wall and leaned in close, my breath hot on her cheek, my body pinning hers completely.

"You’ve got five seconds to explain why I shouldn’t throw you on the floor and fuck you so hard you forget your fucking name."

Her thighs squeezed together.

Her mouth opened.

And my cock twitched.

Because the second she tried to speak, I was going to ruin her again.

Her mouth opened the second I pulled my thumb out, and the first thing that spilled from those swollen, spit-slick lips was exactly what I wanted to hear.

"I missed you so much, daddy," she gasped.

Her voice was already shaking, already cracking under the weight of everything she’d held back. And then the words started pouring out of her like they’d been backed up behind her teeth for days, like she’d been drowning and I was the only air left on Earth.

"Like I literally couldn’t fucking think. I didn’t sleep. I didn’t eat. I just kept checking my phone like some dumb little addicted slut waiting for a hit. I swear to God, I tried to get you off my mind for a bit, but it didn’t even work because every time I closed my eyes all I could see was your cock and that stupid fucking smirk you get when you know I’m about to come and—oh my God—I swear I almost touched myself like five times but I didn’t, I promise, I didn’t because you said not to and I wanted to be good, I wanted to be the good girl you come home to and ruin."

She said it all in one breath.

Rambling. Fast. Panicked. Like if she didn’t spit every word out, her heart might explode.

And fuck if I didn’t feel my cock twitch hard enough to break skin.

I didn’t move.

Didn’t speak.

I just stared down at her with something between reverence and rage.

Because hearing that brat lose control? Hearing that filthy little mouth pour every obsessive thought into the space between us like a confession at my altar?

It made me want to destroy her all over again.

And still she kept going.

Shaking now, gripping the front of my shirt like she thought I might walk away. Like she didn’t already know I’d burn this whole goddamn building down before I let her go.

"I was going fucking insane without you," she said, voice rising, cracking at the edges. "Do you even understand what you do to me? I can’t go anywhere without thinking about how you fucked methat night. I can’t sit in a whole day without remembering the way you spit in my mouth and told me to swallow like a good little cumrag. I can’t sleep without my fingers twitching because I miss the weight of your cock on my tongue, and I hate it—I hate how much I missed you—but I did. I missed you so much, daddy. So fucking much."

I felt the growl in my throat before I heard it.

It clawed its way up my chest and burned behind my teeth. Not just because of what she said. But because of how she looked when she said it—eyes wide, lashes wet, lips trembling like she was on the edge of begging for her life.

And she wasn’t done.

She laid her cheek against my chest like she belonged there, like her body already remembered the way mine fit against it. Her fingers clutched at my slacks, knuckles white, nails biting into the fabric like she needed something to anchor her to this moment or she’d come undone.

"And now all I want is to feel you again. I want to choke on your cock until I cry. I want your cum dripping out of me when I walk tomorrow. I want you to grab my throat and fuck the apology into my mouth. I don’t care what you do to me, daddy. I just want to be yours again."

She looked up.

Those eyes.

God, those eyes.

Wet. Wild. Desperate.

Every word she said, every filthy confession, every shaky breath—it was all there in her gaze. Open. Raw. Mine.

"Please," she whispered, voice almost gone now. "Just make me yours again."

And right then, I knew.

I wasn’t going to fuck her.

I was going to claim her.

Own her. Oh fuck I’ve missed her.