Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 214

I gasped.

Loud.

Desperate.

Soaked.

I couldn’t move.

I wanted to resist. I wanted to say no again, just to be bratty, just to feel like I still had control over my body and this terrifying situation and the chaos in my chest. But I didn’t. I couldn’t. I was frozen in place, my thighs shaking, my breasts heavy in his hands, and all I could think about was how badly I wanted his mouth on me.

I wanted his mouth on me.

Not in a vague, dreamy way. Not in a passing thought or a maybe-later kind of ache. No. I wanted it with every nerve ending in my body. I wanted it with my whole chest, with my soaking panties, with the heat crawling up my spine and the hunger twisting my stomach so hard it hurt. My breasts felt full. Aching. Like they were begging for his tongue. My nipples were so hard it was painful, and the only thing I could think about was how it would feel to finally have him on me again-his mouth, his hands, his breath.

I couldn’t fight it anymore.

I couldn’t pretend.

My fingers shook as I clutched the front of his shirt, dragged him closer, and finally said it.

“Take off my clothes, Damon,” I whispered, and even though my voice was trembling, I meant every word. “Take them off. Please. I want you to suck them.”

His eyes locked on mine, and the second I saw the look there-dark, hungry, feral-I knew I’d just started something I wasn’t ready to finish.

But I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t.

My voice was already spilling again, frantic and messy and too loud, but I didn’t care anymore. I wanted him. I needed him. “Suck them,” I said, breath hitching as I pressed my chest against his hands like I was offering myself on a silver fucking platter. “Make it stop hurting. They feel so tight. So sore. I want your mouth. I want you to use your tongue. I want you to bite down and leave marks and make me cry. Please, Damon. Please.”

My thighs were shaking now. My dress felt too tight, too hot, like it was choking me. I didn’t want to be covered. I wanted to be bare. Open. I wanted to be used.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, my body arching up into him. “Please, Daddy. I can’t take it anymore. My tits need you. I need your mouth on them or I’m going to lose it.”

His breath punched out of him in a low, rough groan that made my walls flutter.

He moved quickly then, gripping my cloth strap, sliding it down my shoulder like he’d been waiting for this moment since the second he saw me. My nipple brushed the air and I gasped the sensation so sharp and raw I almost cried from how good it already felt.

I didn’t turn around immediately.

I couldn’t.

I was still shaking. Still leaking. Still wide open and so close to coming undone in his hands, and now this bitch had the audacity to walk in uninvited.

My hands clenched.

My body tensed.

My jaw locked.

And I didn’t even think.

I just said what I was already feeling.

“This bitch,” I muttered under my breath, eyes still locked on Damon’s, chest heaving, my cloth half-off,