Breed Me. Daddy Alpha novel Chapter 309

At first it did not even make sense. Moans. Not pain moans either. Not someone—dying moans. Someone was fucking. “Fuck! That’s it!”

Then there was another cry, high—pitched and breathless, followed by his voice again, louder this time. “Fuck, I love your pussy! “

My eyes flew open so fast it made my vision tilt sideways and for a second I thought maybe I was dreaming again because no way. No way this was real.

Everywhere was dark but not pitch black

I blinked slowly, my lashes sticking together because everything hurt, my head pounding so loud it felt like a drum was inside my skull. At first, I thought maybe I was still dreaming or maybe I had died because I couldn’t see the trees anymore, couldn’t hear the wind, couldn’t feel the ground shaking with footsteps chasing me.

It would seem I was in a house. A house. Because the walls were right there. Actual walls. A ceiling above me. No stars, no forest. How did I get here?

I shifted a little, slowly, because my body felt like it had been chewed up and spit back out, every muscle trembling like it wasn’t sure it could hold me together anymore.

I wasn’t outside anymore. I was inside a house. And that was when I heard it again. The moans. Wait hold up! That voice sounded exactly like Damon’s. What was happening!!! Am I hallucinating? What the fuck was going on!

“Fuck yes right there keep taking it just like that you feel so fucking good I swear this pussy is going to kill me tonight because it is so tight and wet and greedy and you are clenching around me like you want every damn inch I have to give you.”

“Oh my God yes fuck harder,” the woman cried out. “Don’t stop don’t you dare stop!”

And then his voice answered her, deep and rough and so full of control. “I’m not stopping. You’re taking it all, every single inch, you hear me? This pussy’s mine tonight. Say it.”

“It’s yours,” she screamed back, and it ripped out of her like she didn’t even have a choice anymore, like he had fucked the words straight out of her throat and she was too far gone to hold them in.

“Louder,” he snapped. “Fucking louder.”

“It’s yours! ” she sobbed, and it came out louder this time, a broken, messy scream that sounded like she didn’t even know if she was begging him to stop or to ruin her completely because it was both, it was everything, it was too much and not enough at the same time.

And the sounds just kept coming. The bed..or maybe it was the floor or the wall or the entire universe, I could not even tell anymore was slamming in rhythm.

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