Breed Me, Daddy Alpha-Chapter 240

I whimpered.

My thighs squeezed together. I stroked his cock once, slow and tight, and it jerked in my hand.

"I want your cock to spray cum on me," I said, breathless and desperate. "I want to feel you get hard again. I want to taste every drop. I want to swallow you, Daddy. Please. Let me be your good girl."

He moved slowly, his hand reaching out, fingers sliding into my hair like he was claiming me all over again.

His thumb smeared more cum across my cheek before dragging down to my chin. He tilted my head up with that grip, firm and possessive, and his voice dropped low.

"Open your mouth," he growled, eyes locked on mine. "And don’t close it until I say."

And I did. I opened my mouth wide like I was starving, like I’d just crawled through hell to kneel at his feet and beg for another taste of his cum. My tongue hung out.

And he watched me.

Like he’d built me for this.

He grabbed the base of his cock, thick and veiny and still rock-hard, and started stroking it with one strong, slick fist. His hand moved fast.

Like he was desperate to cum again, and this time, he wanted to give me every single drop straight from his soul. His hips jerked.

His jaw clenched. His muscles tightened, and I could see the tension in his shoulders as he fisted his cock right in front of my face.

"Fuck," he groaned, staring down at me like I was holy. "You look like a dream, kitten. You’re on your knees with my cum all over your face. You’re so ready for it. You want more, don’t you?"

I nodded slowly, tongue still out, my voice barely steady from how bad I needed him.

"Yes, Daddy. I want more. I want to taste it. I want to feel it. I want you to cum all over my tongue. On my face. On my tits. Everywhere. Please, give it to me again."

"Fucking hell," he growled, it was turning him on, his strokes growing faster, cock pulsing violently in his hand. "You’re going to take it. Every fucking drop. You’re going to sit there and let me mark you again."

And then he came again.

It hit me like fire.

The first stream shot straight into my mouth, hot and thick and powerful, and I moaned loud around it, opening wider, swallowing it down like it was the only thing keeping me alive.

The second sprayed across my lips, across my tongue, down my chin, and I didn’t wipe it. I let it run. I let it coat me.

The third hit me in the center of my chest, splashing between my tits and mixing with the milk still leaking from my swollen nipples.

I gasped, overwhelmed by the heat, by the weight of it, by how much there was.

And he didn’t stop. Another rope hit my left breast, soaking the top of it, streaking across my skin in a long, sticky line. The next hit both nipples at once.

The sight of it, white cum dripping from the tips of my leaking tits made my pussy pulse again so hard I almost collapsed.

"More," I whispered, licking around my mouth, tasting every drop I could reach. "Please daddy keep going"

"Fuck, kitten," he groaned, voice raw and wrecked. "You’re gonna be the death of me."

And then it happened again for the last time.

One last thick burst of cum shot from his cock, landing directly on the bridge of my nose and sliding down between my eyes.

I blinked, moaned, opened my mouth wider just in case another drop was coming, and smiled as I felt it roll down to join the mess already dripping across my lips and jaw.

He moaned again, lower this time, almost like a whimper, like his whole body had been emptied.

His hand loosened around his cock as the final drop leaked from the tip and hung there for a second before dripping onto my chest, right where his other load had pooled earlier.

And then..just as I was dragging my tongue slowly across my bottom lip, still kneeling in the mess of my own ruin..we both heard it.

His phone rang.

It cut through the silence and I blinked, still panting, still dripping, still painted like his personal masterpiece. He didn’t move at first.

Just stood there, breathless, eyes locked on me like I was the center of his entire fucking world. His jaw flexed. His brow twitched. The sound of the phone ringing again made his expression shift.

"Fuck," he muttered under his breath, growling like the sound offended him. "That must be from the pack."

I swallowed, still tasting him, my eyes wide as I licked a drop of cum from my upper lip and pressed my tits together to feel the warmth of it leaking down my chest.

He didn’t even look toward the phone.

"I’ll answer them tomorrow," he said.

"Right now, I gotta get you all cleaned up."

I smiled cause honestly I couldn’t wait to see what his version of "cleaned up" meant.

So, folks... did I have the most mind-blowing, toe-curling, body-shaking experience of my entire life? Hell fucking yes.

My pussy’s still throbbing, my thighs are sore as hell, and I swear I can still taste him on my tongue. And I just know some of you filthy little bitches are horny right now..don’t lie, I see you bitch.

Anyway... just when I thought everything was fine.

Something happened.

Wanna know what it was?

See you in the next Chapter, sluts. Muah.