Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 245 Free reading

~Lyra~

Okay first of all… y’all probably wanna know why the hell I left this sexy, panting, cock-drenched Alpha tied up to a chair and went to go get oil like I’m about to fry plantain or something.

Right?

You’re like..girl what the fuck is wrong with you? Are you not pregnant? Is your pussy not already sore? Are your tits not leaking enough milk to feed a whole orphanage? Shouldn’t you be laying down with an ice pack instead of grabbing oil like it’s about to be round ten in a p**n shoot??

Because I had a plan.

And that plan was: make my Alpha Daddy lose his mind.

Not just a little. Not just get him horny and make him cum once like some regular bitch. No. I was going to ruin him.

I was going to break every last thread of his self-control until he was twitching, leaking, knotting me again without even realizing he did it, and begging to cum in his own Omega’s name like he was praying.

So yes. I brought oil.

And I brought attitude with it.

I walked back into that room like I was a goddess returning to her temple, my skin glowing, my slick thighs practically glistening with how soaked I already was, and my hand clutching that oil like it was the sacred weapon I was about to use to bring a grown-ass Alpha to his knees.

And when I saw him?

Oh. My. Fucking. Goddess.

He was still sitting there with his legs spread wide, arms stretched behind him gripping the chair like a desperate sinner clinging to the last bit of heaven before he fell straight into hell, and his cock-his cock-was standing so tall and twitching so hard I swear it was crying for me.

I didn’t say a word. I didn’t have to.

I dropped right between his thighs and poured that oil into my palm, slow as sin, letting every single drop catch the light like I was pouring gold. And when that warm oil hit my skin and I wrapped my slick, dripping hand around his cock?

He moaned.

Not just any moan.

It was that kind of deep, helpless, primal moan that shoots straight up a girl’s spine and makes her cunt clench so hard it hurts.

His hips didn’t move. He didn’t dare disobey me. But his entire body shuddered like I had just cast a spell on his dick. And maybe I did. Because the way he looked at me? Like I was magic. Like I was his curse and his salvation at the same time.

Like he didn’t know whether to worship me or fucking cry.

So I stroked.

Long, slow strokes from the base all the way up to the tip, twisting slightly, squeezing just enough to make his thighs twitch, and his cock started leaking so much I had to use both hands to keep the rhythm going.

“You see now?” I whispered as I looked up at him, mouth right over the head of his cock, letting my breath tickle the tip without ever touching it. “You see why I brought the oil?”

He didn’t answer. He just groaned and threw his head backwards.