Daddy Alpha I’m In Heat (Lily and Connor) novel Chapter 35

~Lily~

His mouth brushed my ear again, that dark, calm tone sliding through the steam like it owned me.

“Say it, pumpkin,” he murmured. “You’re begging for Daddy’s cock. Use your words.”

I shook my head so hard water flew everywhere because I could feel my entire soul about to crawl out of my body if I said it out loud.

“No, I can’t, I can’t even think straight right now, you are literally destroying every brain cell I have left, you are going to kill me, Connor, this is how I die, my obituary is going to say death by bathtub sex, twenty–one years old, zero dignity, completely ruined…”

“Daddy.” He said it for me, low and rough, like he knew exactly what it would do to me. “Say it, pumpkin. Tell Daddy what you need.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned because my dignity had already given up, packed its bags, and left the yacht entirely. “I need… I need you to…I need you to fuck me, Daddy. Please. Right here. Right now. I don’t care if the whole damn ocean hears me.”

Connor exhaled slowly through his nose.

“Turn around,” he said softly.

The second I moved, his hands were on my hips. He guided me to straddle him right there in the tub, my knees sliding, the water splashing so hard it sounded like the yacht itself was panicking about what was about to happen.

I could feel him under the water, hot and thick and so hard against me I almost forgot how to speak English.

“Connor,” I babbled like a lunatic because my brain had officially retired from this conversation.”

This is insane, this is actually insane.

He grabbed my chin and tilted my head down until his eyes locked on mine.

“Pumpkin,” he said slowly, “shut up and sit down on Daddy’s cock.”

I made this ridiculous sound, half gasp, half squeak because apparently my vocabulary was being held hostage. “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my..”

“Do it.”

One command. That was all it took. My whole body obeyed before my brain even caught up. I sank down on him slowly.

“Ahhh–oh fuck–Connor–Daddy–oh my God, oh my God-” My voice broke entirely because I could feel every inch of him stretching me open until I couldn’t think about anything except the burn, the fullness, the way he fit inside me like he had been built for this moment.

He held my hips still when I tried to move.

“Nice and slow,” he muttered against my ear, like he had all the time in the world while I was falling apart on top of him. “You feel that, pumpkin? That’s Daddy splitting you open in his bathtub. That’s exactly what you begged for, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” I gasped because I couldn’t lie even if I wanted to. My head fell back like it weighed too much to hold up anymore. “Oh my God, yes, I can’t even think straight, I can’t..”

“Ride it,” he ordered, his hands locking tight on my hips, controlling the pace so I was moving exactly how he wanted. “Ride Daddy nice and slow. Let the whole ocean hear you cry for it.”

I was already crying out, the sound tearing from my throat as the water splashed and my body shook and his hands kept me on him like I belonged there.

“Connor,” I was babbling nonstop now, words slamming into each other because my brain had abandoned ship. “I hate you so much, I swear I hate you, oh my God, I hate you so bad–Daddy–oh God–please don’t stop–please-”

His mouth was so close to my ear I could feel the heat of every single word before he even spoke, like his breath itself was dragging over my skin.

“Bounce on my fucking dick, baby,” Connor murmured, his tone so deep it slid right through my entire body. “That’s it. Right there. Up and down..

“Nice and slow so Daddy can feel every single inch of this tight little pussy milking him like it was made for me. Fuck, you’re so wet, pumpkin. You feel what you’re doing to me? Feel how hard I am for you? That’s all you. Every single second of this is because of you.”

I nodded so fast the water slapped against us, my wet hair sticking to my face while I tried to breathe through the heat tearing through me.

“Yes,” I gasped, my voice cracking like my lungs were giving up. “Oh my God, yes, I feel it, I feel you, I can’t even think, I can’t breathe, I hate you so much, you’re ruining my whole entire life right now.”

He chuckled low in his chest like I was amusing him, like my complete meltdown was the best thing that had ever happened to him. His hands gripped my hips tighter, forcing me to move faster, rougher, until the water splashed against the sides of the tub.

“You love it,” he said softly. “Look at you, riding Daddy’s cock like you’ve been waiting your whole life to do it. Like this is exactly what you wanted from the second I pulled you into this tub.”

“Oh my God,” I moaned, my voice breaking because he was right, because I was so far gone I didn’t even have the strength to lie. “I didn’t mean to want this, I swear I didn’t, you’re evil, Connor, you’re so evil, and I hate you so much–oh God–don’t stop, please don’t stop, I can’t take it if you stop-”

His mouth brushed my ear again, so close it felt like his words were sliding right into my bloodstream.

“Bounce faster, baby,” he muttered, his tone dropping even lower until it felt like it was scraping over my bones.

“That’s it. Up and down on Daddy’s cock. Nice and deep, pumpkin. Let Daddy feel this tight little hole choking him. Let me feel how bad you need it.

“You hear that? You hear how wet you are for me? All that cream dripping down my cock while you ride it like you can’t live without it? Fuck, baby, you are squeezing me so hard I can barely think straight.”

I was shaking so badly.I could barely hold myself up, my legs trembling, my mouth running so fast I couldn’t even control what was coming out anymore.

“I can’t stop, I swear I can’t, you did this to me, you broke my brain, you ruined me, I want you so bad, I want you so fucking bad, I don’t care if the whole damn yacht hears me, I don’t care if the captain quits his job right now, I can’t stop, I can’t–oh my God-”

He grabbed my chin and forced my head back, his eyes locked on mine.

“Look at you,” he muttered, pride running through his voice like it owned me. “Bouncing on Daddy’s cock with your pretty little t**s bouncing too, your mouth falling open like you’re drunk on it. You feel that?

“You feel Daddy splitting you open? You hear how wet you are, baby? That’s all for me. Every drop of it is mine. You are milking me like you’re desperate to keep every inch inside you.”

I was moaning so loud I barely recognized my own voice, my body convulsing every time his cock dragged deep inside me.

“Oh my God, Connor, I can’t hold it, I can’t–I’m gonna-”

His mouth was right at my ear again.

“Not yet,” he growled, his voice dark enough to make my toes curl hard against the porcelain. “You keep riding it until Daddy tells you to come. Do you hear me? You don’t come until I say. You give Daddy every single bounce, every stroke, every drop of that tight little pussy before I let you fall apart on me.”

Well, after the bathtub sex and yes, I am calling it that because there is no polite way to describe what just happened we got to Spain in no time.

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Which honestly felt unfair because I needed, like, a hundred years to process what had just occurred in that tub before the universe threw me into a whole new country with Connor freaking sex god striding off the yacht like some Mafia king while I stumbled after him looking like sin on legs.

“Sir, we’ve arrived in Spain,” the captain said, polite, professional, like this wasn’t the most dramatic trip of my entire existence. “You and your guests can explore the city for several hours before we set sail again for the next country.”

And just like that, it was official. Spain. We were actually here.

“Explore the city?” I repeated out loud, my voice going way higher than I intended because I was trying so hard not to sound excited and failing miserably. “Like… walk around? Actual Spain? With the buildings and the food and the flamenco dancers and the… I stopped talking.

“We’ll dock for a few hours,” he said calmly, nodding to the captain like this was all perfectly normal. “Dinner. A walk through the city if you want. Then back to the yacht before midnight.”

I blinked at him because he was so calm. Too calm. The man could watch the sun explode and probably just sip his drink like it was mildly inconvenient.

“Dinner,” I repeated slowly, because I needed to make sure I understood this plan correctly. “Like in an actual Spanish restaurant? With Spanish food? And Spanish waiters? And Spanish people? Because I just want to prepare myself emotionally for the culture shock before you throw me into something life changing again.”

Connor’s mouth curved in the faintest smirk, the kind that meant he was amused but not enough to actually laugh because laughing might ruin his whole mysterious, dangerous image.

“Yes, pumpkin,”.

“An actual Spanish restaurant.”

My heart was doing weird things in my chest, like it couldn’t decide whether to sprint or faint. I had just barely recovered from the bathtub disaster – okay, fine, not recovered at all because my whole body still felt like it was vibrating and now he was talking about dinner in Spain like we weren’t the most scandalous couple on this yacht.

I stood up so fast I almost tripped over the edge of the rug. “Okay. Great. Spain. Totally normal. Dinner. Exploring. This is fine. Everything is fine. I can handle this. I can absolutely handle being in Spain for the first time in my life with a man who literally made me call him Daddy before we even docked. Yep. No problem. This is perfectly fine.”

Connor’s eyes moved lazily over me like he was trying not to smirk again. “Go change,” he said simply, like that solved everything.

“Change?. Into what? Because unless you have a spare flamenco dress lying around, my options are kind of limited here.”

“I packed for you,” he said, like that wasn’t the most controlling thing I’d ever heard in my life.

“Wait what!”