Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 202

I licked my fingers.

Moaned around them.

And smiled like the unholy little brat I was born to be.

“I’m so wet it’s embarrassing,” I said. “My body’s literally leaking because I want you so bad. I can’t sleep. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. I need your cock in my mouth. I need to taste it. I want to suck on it until my jaw aches and my eyes are full of tears and you’re gripping my hair saying, that’s it, kitten, take it all like the good little Omega you are.”

I grabbed his belt buckle.

Still didn’t undo it.

Just held it. Just stared at it like it was sacred.

“And then I want you to bend me over something solid,” I went on. “A table. The wall. The floor. I don’t care. I just want to feel your knot. I want to be split open and stretched and stuffed with your cum until it’s dripping out of me and I’m shaking from how good it feels.”

I kissed the buckle.

Breathed on it.

Smiled like a girl about to destroy her entire fucking future and loving it.

“Please,” I whispered. “Please, Daddy. Please let me taste it. Please let me gag on it. Please fuck my face until I forget everything that came before you. Please knot me until I scream so loud the entire pack knows who I belong to.”

I looked up again.

Teary-eyed.

Wrecked.

Grinning.

“Please ruin me.”

“Suck my dick, kitten. Suck Daddy’s dick like it’s your last.”

The second those words hit the air, my whole body reacted like I’d been shocked. My pussy pulsed so hard it clenched around nothing, my thighs trembled, my mouth fell open, and I swear I swear to the Moon Goddess-I forgot how to breathe.

My heart was already racing from teasing him, my heat had made my whole body slick and hypersensitive, and now that? That command?

That low, rumbling, dominant Alpha growl that came straight from his chest and melted right between my legs? That was the kill shot.

My head tilted back, my eyes fluttered, and for a second I just stared at him—at the raw, ruthless heat in his expression, at the sharp flex in his jaw, at the way he held my hair like it was a leash he’d just decided to yank.

I was already on my knees.

Already soaked.

“Say it again,” I whispered, voice breathless and so fucking soft it sounded like I was begging for air. “Please, Daddy. Say it again. Say it like you mean it. Say it like you want me to choke on it. Like you want me to cry for it. Like you want me to worship it with my mouth until my jaw gives out.”

He didn’t say a word. Not with his lips. But his fingers dug deeper into my scalp, forcing my head back, and that alone made

me moan.

I could feel my whole body tremble under his grip, my nipples hard and tingling, my clit throbbing so hard I had to squeeze my thighs together just to keep myself from falling apart.

God, I couldn’t stop.

Not after hearing that.

Because if he sounded that wrecked from just my mouth, I wanted to know what he’d sound like when I swallowed his cum.

I wanted to know what noises he’d make when I cried on his cock and begged him not to stop. I wanted to hear him come completely undone with my lips wrapped tight around his dick and my throat stretched wide and ruined with every inch of him.

He moaned again-deeper this time, like he was losing the fight. His hips jerked just slightly, like he was resisting the instinct to fuck my face raw, and the tension in his arms, in his chest, in his soul was vibrating against my skin like a second heartbeat.

He looked down at me, jaw clenched, lips parted, sweat beading at his temple, and that look-that look-was so wild and hungry and fucking feral I almost came from it alone.

“This mouth,” he said, voice low and dangerous, like he couldn’t breathe without groaning. “This fucking mouth was made to take Daddy’s cock.”

And that was it.

That was the moment I sank lower, pushed deeper, opened my throat like a good little kitten, and took him all the way in.

Because if that moan was the reward?

Then I’d choke for it.

Every time.