Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 241

Lyra~

I know y’all might be wondering..oh my God, how the hell can she even do this? Is Lyra suddenly a fucking stripper now? Is she some expert in seduction?

How can she possibly satisfy Damon with that swollen belly between them and milk leaking out of her tits like she’s already in heat for the next century? Isn’t she sore? Doesn’t it hurt? Wouldn’t the pregnancy affect her performance?

Jokes on you, baby girl.

Because this bitch was built for this.

And I mean it..built. For. This.

Hahaha. Let me be so real right now. I’ve watched a shitload of p**n growing up. Yeah. I said it. Don’t judge me. Save the fake gasps and church-girl blushes, because at some point in your life, you were right there with me..scrolling through pages, finding the one that hit just right.

That one video that made your toes curl and your fingers slip between your thighs before you could even think about it. That was me. Over and over. I watched everything. Strippers riding like they were being paid by the stroke.

Girls gagging on cock with mascara running and drool pooling under their chin. I wasn’t just watching..I was studying. I was learning the rhythm, the grip, the angle of the hips, the bounce that made men cry and monsters like Damon fucking lose their mind.

I practiced. I practiced on pillows. On my fingers. On the edge of the bed while biting my lip and imagining it was him watching me.

I’d grind against the mattress with my mouth open and my face buried in my own arm to keep from waking anyone up while I moaned his name into my skin.

So no. This isn’t some random last-minute performance.

This is my fucking moment.

Pregnant or not. Sore or not. Leaking or not.

I am going to make this Alpha lose every shred of control he has left. I am going to ride him like I’m the devil’s favorite slut and this is my reward for being filthy enough to earn it.

I am going to grind on his cock with my back arched, tits bouncing, belly curving between us, and milk spraying down my chest like I was made to be bred on stage in front of the gods.

I got down from the desk with the slowest fucking strut I’ve ever done in my life.

Not because I wasn’t sore..hell, I was wrecked. My thighs were shaking. My pussy was leaking. My tits were so full they ached with every bounce.

But I made it sexy. I made it a show. Because I knew he was watching. I knew his eyes were on every inch of my body, and fuck, I loved it.

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